Recorded: Sunday 7th of April, 2024

Location: Santa Cruz, Madeira, Portugal

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Poem one: "Carve yourself to stone"

Carve yourself to stone,

Work away into the dust

And come back tomorrow

You will blunt all that sharpens you

Please return inspired

Because the sword needs the stone

Without it

You will remain rounded to the world

No cut through

Rolling with the crowd

Missing opportunity

Because you were scared to hold something sharp

Let yourself carve

Into the dust. - JL

Poem Two: Sardine Can

Jammed in a tin can, 

My family are below,

Stripping flowers, walking dogs, staring at screens.

Me and 400 sardines,

Staring at screens, wishing I could send flowers, needing water.

As above, so below. 

I’m up here, they wouldn’t even know. 

I’m so far away, and going further.

Now I’m in the ocean.

Not in it, not on it, above it. I’m not above them.

I just see things differently.

All these planes, I think they did that to me. 

I’m a sardine bouncing between tin cans.

Some would do anything to be a sardine

I must remember that.1

4 hours in a tin can,

Is a small price to pay.

Poem Three: Missing You.

I want to miss you whilst you’re in my arms,

So when you’re not,

I’ve done the missing.

You won’t be missing.

You’ll be there,

In my arms.

You won’t be there, 

You won’t be missing.

We don’t miss what we have,

But I want to miss you,

When I have you.

My arms want to miss you twice.

That way, you’ll know what I felt

All the times I missed you.

And maybe I’ll never miss you again.

Because I did all the missing.

But it doesn’t work like that.

I’ll always miss you, 

Till you’re back in my arms. 

Recorded: April 1, 2024

Madeira, Portugal.

Major tech difficulties.

Poem: Clunky.Somewhere between the horizon and my kitchen,The sun appeared, coffee in hand. What are you doing there? I tipped granola into my bowl of honey.And went on with my day. Three flights, three beds, three daysScrambled eggs look at me with envyYou’re not one of us.Get out of the pan, go back to sleep.I feel flat, but stand five foot tenIs the rabbit on the moon really making riceAll I want is one grain.One grain of Familiarity,Calm,Routine.Clunk is as clunky does,Like the gear stick in my right hand.The accelerator should be on my left, it’s not.But I don’t really care,It all becomes one.So what’s there to learn under an orange roof,Some days it takes five days to walk the dogClothes talk to more people inside outRain laughs at you when it’s sunny insideJournals fill up with two cups of coffee.Poetry sense, makes doesn’t, I got it wrong, say it again.Poetry makes doesn’t sense,Say it again, I got it wrong.Poetry doesn’t make sense.The joy of clunkyIs like the sweet fruit with bruisesOften overlooked, but when devouredYou’re glad it fellAnd no-one else picked it up.I want to walk to the sun, Meet it before the horizon but not at my kitchen.Whilst it’s still bathing, We can talk about clunky,Just like my coffee machine.Just like my brain this week.

Recorded: March 25th, 2024

Location: Collingwood, Victoria, Australia

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Guest: Louis Stenmark

Poem:

Tell Me Jimmy - Josh Lynott

"But maybe we could take the strengths of each other", Jimmy said to me. 

Our lives spun in different directions, yet orbited the same axis. Relaxation juxtaposed with chaos, two unlikely friends. 

Tell me Jimmy, of what stability looks like and I'll tell what you freedom feels like. 

Coffee in Hawaii today and Portugal tomorrow, two beds and four planes.

Tell me what it to have a wife and a home, not a house, but a home. 

The grass isn't greener, it's a different variety. 

But I know one thing, 

both of us must obsess over living. 

Poem Two - Read and written by Louis Stenmark

Deep Regret, Don’t you fret

We’ve all been there before

Mindset, don’t let

Your thoughts dictate the score

Paths of life Who’ll be my wife

Where do I spend my time

Fear worries goals and dreams

Regret is the ultimate crime

Embarrassment

Deep resent

Let me rest my eyes

Shoulds and oughts Bad thoughts

Please find a new disguise

Don’t fear, it’s near, no not your demise

In hale, exhale

The sleep captures you by surprise.

Recorded: March 16th HAWAII TIME, 2024

Location: Waikiki, Oahu, USA

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Weekly poem:

The soul has a colour, just like the heart of a sunset.

Resistance has a body, just like the ridge lines of a mountain.

Movement has an art form, just like the strokes of Picasso.

Our desire has an agenda, just like a rip in the ocean.

Curiosity has a face, just like clouds you make shapes from.

Everything you are, can be found in the different shapes of life around you. 

Amidst the complexities of life, and beyond the reductionist attempts to understand it - you, me, and the life around us, we aren't too dissimilar. - JL

Recorded: March 12th, 2024

Location: Paddington, NSW

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INTRO:

Poem:

Power to the words you all wished to talk,

power to the delivery and the way you walk.

there comes a time, when the mirror is the mind

you say what you want, even if you're leading blind.

I get it, I see it

but very few do it

this takes heart,

to steer clear

from the line on the chart.

Do what you love and it'll all be okay,

easier said, harder to put into play

but what if you do and the world pays attention

someone will whisper, always live with intention

Stand up, show your face, show your paper

thoughts left in shadow, soon turn to vapour.

Here you go, let it out, you are not alone

Let me tell you, there is power to the poem.

Journal prompt: What are you holding back from the world?

Recorded: March 4th, 2024

Location: Katoomba, NSW

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INTRO:

Poem One: "A place we all have in mind" - Josh Lynott

There is a place we all have in mind, somewhere we want to go.

A place that makes sense, that holds the pieces of the puzzle that matches our edges.

There are places we want to go with certain people, because they know the feeling too.

There are roads we wish that never ended, and songs that could a play a little longer; maybe an extra chorus.

I know there are places you want to go, because I have places that I dream of going too.

These places, to you and I, they look different but I know that the feeling is similar.

There is a place that waits for you, because it owns a part of you that you haven't seen yet. 

This place isn't a land to get lost, or a space to find answers, but a grounding to be. 

There is a place we all have in mind, somewhere I hope you go. 

Poem Two - Mikey Conlon

Although my mind wallows in worlds of pain

I know the face of peace will arrive to me

In the hills

In silence

Smelling the flowers and singing with the birds

Doubt will be a thing of the past

And the new day will be cheerful, not concerned.

Journal Prompt: When was the last time you did something exhilirating?

Recorded: February 26th, 2024.

Location: Paddington, NSW

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Poem:

"Dressed in gold." - Josh Lynott

It is said that before hitting the mountains,

the last light ray of sunset stops to smile. 

For it knows all the colours it has been,

and the people that watched in awe,

hoping one day they might dress in gold too. 

Waiting is the mountain,

beaten, rugged, and covered in stone

but it waits softly

for it will hold the golden gown of the last sunbeam.

Everyone needs a place to undress,

because there is no weight heavier than colour.

Every day new colours appear,

the spectrum is too wide to see.

The last light ray needs a home on the mountain

side because only tomorrow will it journey from blue to gold, and back again.

At day’s end, we're all dressed in gold in someones eyes,

someone's our mountain to hold. 

Recorded: February 18th, 2024.

Location: Blairgowrie, VIC.

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Guest: Erika Geraerts.⁠

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Poems:

One Thousand Swords - Josh Lynott

I took one thousand swords

to my one thousand hearts

yet one kept beating

it grew bigger

as yours stopped.

What if I only had one heart?

and took one sword.

Would you have died twice?

Now, (Then)

And when I moved on?

It is not pain I crave,

or to feel twice alive

for you and for me.

It is for courage,

to be sharpened and carved.

into something the world has not seen.

I only hope they

see, what I did.

Feel, What I have.

The Mirror - Erika Geraerts

I've seen a lot of it

and it's seen a lot of me

me at my best

me at my worst

at my lowest

my highest

afraid, lost, shocked,

excited, dreaming, scheming

alone

with friends

in love

heartbroken

over years, through many tears

celebrations, contemplations

it's seen me and remained

it's seen me and stayed

it's never said much other than

I'm here

all at once I feel so big and so small

the mirror shows me it all

I've seen a lot of it

and it's seen a lot of me.

Journal Prompt:

- What do you need to change or access to be willing? (Willing to negotiate)

- "Just start, see what happens"

Recorded: February 11th, 2024.

Location: Collingwood, VIC.

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Messy edge by Josh Lynott.

I want to mix colours, yours and mine.

Some days I'll be a mess.

You will too.

There will be days when the paint spills,

over

over

over

the edge.

You can't put spilled paint back together.

It's forever a mess.

If I fall into one thousand pieces,

let me be mosaic.

I'm scared of this place,

because I don't know who I'll be.

I'm excited for this place,

because of who I can be.

Paint with me, till the messy edge.

Recorded: February 3rd, 2024.

Location: Collingwood, VIC.

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POEM: I fell asleep next to avalanches. I fell asleep next to rivers. If the mountains judge me, let them. I probably should sleep in safer places. If the river bulges and it laughs at me, I'll try and laugh with it. I hope to be more like the mountains that chose not to judge me when I slept in precarious places. I hope to be like the rivers that did not judge me when I slept in flood-risk areas. The world is kinder on us than we are on ourselves. We, like nature, are often kinder on others actions than we are on our own. Look at your ideas, your thoughts, and actions - they may feel like avalanches.. but the mountain is not any smaller.