With us today is poet and author Miles Rothwell.
Here is a little taste of his poetry from "Dreamscapes".
An oblique sadness rules the world.
Impose your will at your own peril.
Turn yourself inside out to release the demons.
Happiness is born from suffering,
in silence is the hush of comfort.
Don't believe in what you dream.
On, light is sight,
heart is life, one is me.
Open, I am one, colour,
blue red white, experience.
Life is long, life is now,
yes, breath is hope.
Hope is here, Sun,
tomorrow is bright,
larger than today
Clear, mind is peace,
peace is there if you want it.
Love, I am here,
fruits of laughter.
Bric-a-brac fairytale dreams,
looking skyward arresting the angels.
I’ll be well once I’ve had my medicine.
An aspirin to relieve those cosmic blues.
More gumbo on toast, delta hogwash slush.
Send me a preacher with a hard on under his robe.
Lining up to be saved, applauding on command.
Wonder what the bitch will wear today?
Has she lost weight?
Oh no, it’s home shopping and diet shakes again.
Changing attitudes now at rest.
Broken spirits living in aging shells
telling the world that certainty is near.
A responsible attitude towards the dead.
Lost sands in the desert of resistance.
A worshipped idol calling his mice,
deciding our future with decaying hands.
A plagued world of diseased minds.
A tireless worker I was in my dreams,
helping humanity along its path.
Now a recluse in my own insanity,
I frown at well doers and their lessons.
Teachers with crutches for ambitions
wanting appreciation and obedience.
The inbred oppression turns my stomach.
My helplessness in a world of contradictions.
Aware that I can’t survive much longer
gives me strength in approach and execution.
Hold onto your hats, put out the cat
I’m not allowed out too often, so when I am,
cut the deck and pick your card.
You’ve heard the sound, when the pain
of the mind can take no more.
It’s then that I arrive.
Change your ways or perish in ice.
The brain loses fluid when the screws are turned.
Save the fuel when the end is in sight.
I’m blind and deaf to your concerns.
Moisten my bones with the warmth of your fear.
As I’m the one that thinks with clarity,
pay what’s owing and drop to your knees.
Contempt for innocence behind a hollow mask,
keeps me focused on the task at hand.
The urgency of living in quiet solitude
hands me the platter of beheaded grace,
and the tricks of my trade are shallow and severe.
The stillness of my silence
creeping over the night.
Resting on my Zen cushion,
finding truth amongst the mist.
Beginning; reborn once again.
Looking at the present with light.
Living without the freeze of youth and doubt,
escaping past modes with anger and flight.
The drum of the bell summoning hearts
containing its puzzle against the self.
A koan of reluctance
remembered for patience.
Strength in one’s posture
while all around is…
Bright as crystal flowers
the sun rose over steel and brick.
The shadows gasped their final breath
as the guards of night retreated.
The bird of morning hovered near.
It’s early call distant yet clear.
The dense gaze of night was gone
and my sight of day reborn.
The clouds of ages since past
withholding knowledge of lands once strong,
Now keep their secrets for the sky;
leaving me nothing to do but die.
Tracing the clouds of the past.
A jewelled back dragon,
reflecting its light over the shore
chases young terrors over the rocks.
Apparent noise in a tunnel.
Back against the wall; shadowed thoughts
retaining much anger; final breath.
Severed wills on the backs of camels.
Scorching blisters cushion their fall.
Blind in temptation; trek less lives.
Orange over white, scaling the walls.
Their liquorice hair denies stability.
Amongst their hopes, life is brief.
Streets of crystal glass
reflect the shine of the masses.
A fragile existence amongst the hills;
as tribes converge on the plateau.
Tired limbs slowly uncoiling
from the night’s slumber.
The brain hatching out of
its circular dormant state,
now having to resort to
step by step fascination
with cause and effect.
I’ve looked at you from afar
It’s been hard to watch your pain
And I’ve tried to be myself
But you stopped me in my tracks
It came as no surprise
To see where you got to
But the girl who went too far
You sure had a ball
But think of those you left behind
The silence must be hard
But you took so much
And left so much behind
If I could have held you
And told you not to worry
But it was so long ago
I have your picture and the songs
will live foreverbut the pain still grows
Miles impressed a primary school teacher with a poem titled 'Snow' and then in his late teens won a school poetry competition. When the band Talking Heads released 'Remain In Light', Miles became obsessed with writing lyrics. After reading Joyce's 'Ulysses', Miles knew he wanted to become an author.
Miles is the proud father of Alexandra and Tristan. Miles other interests are music, sport and going to the beach. He quite often pretends to know a lot about wine. Miles and the children like going on holidays, especially the South Coast of NSW. Miles ranks making Spike Milligan laugh at an ABC shop book signing as one of his greatest personal moments.
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