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 forever
but 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.
Links:
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Amazon Author Central: http://www.amazon.com/Miles-Rothwell/e/B00JFKRVJ4/
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