Antipodean Writer

Antipodean Writer is a collection of original poetry, music, stories, and reviews from the Antipodes.

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Five Wounds of Christ - Nailed Hands

Two hands that made creation out of naught. Two hands that motioned as He people taught. Two hands that life created out of space. Two hands pierced through with nails in my place. Two iron nails that pinioned His two hands With death to satisfy The Law’s demands: Blood shed for sin that cut off Adam’s line From Life with God: your ancestor and mine – All doomed to perish as Justice…

Five Wounds of Christ - Nailed Hands

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Five Wounds of Christ - Crown of Thorns

And I saw Christ – nailed upright on a tree His crown of thorns bearing the curse for me. For me! A worthless sinner! God above – Your Justice hates my sin, and yet You love Me so much you died this most torturous death In throes of agony, as breath by breath, Throughout those hours enduring life with pain You died. Then Rose. Which for me – was all gain! But why? Incomprehensible to me The love…

Five Wounds of Christ - Crown of Thorns

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Justice

You wanted justice. Now you’ve learned They won. You lost – and have been burned. You’re in the right: yet bear the blame. They’re wrong: but you carry the shame. From every fibre of your being You revolt from what you’re seeing With righteous indignation hot You demand what you have not. Welcome to Life. Sometimes you fight But lose. Wrong wins. Or Might makes Right. That’s how it goes. Now here…

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Made from Clay

How strange! Our human bodies made of clay. Nor does this take the mystery away: How can my spirit move my feet, my hand, My limbs? How can my body understand What I think it to do: all without speech? Who can this riddle read? This secret teach? A spirit with no body – is no man. Men must have both to live out their lifespan. A body with no spirit – is a corse. Not man at all: but death made…

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Spice Melange

Some say melange will make you wise. Spice-taking will transform your eyes: Each eyeball white will change its hue Turning to shades of deepest blue. Blue spice tasting like cinnamon Is harvested by wild Fremen Gathered in peace, hoarded in strife, Binding its addicts fast for life. Navigators of the Guild Consume melange and ever build Their growing fleet of Heighliners That jump between…

Spice Melange

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Heart Words

I write this: mine heart’s overflow Words are my mind’s impressions, so: The imprint of my ways of thought The truth I have and its import, The things I see – the way I’ve seen. Read closely to find what I mean. As faces mirror people’s souls So words the thoughts of minds unfold Their character. So listen too To how they’re writ, or spoke. So true A gauge are words the blind can see The hearts…

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Quinque Viae - Proofs of God

O God – O unmoved Mover! First motion Who – without moving – moves throughout all space Like waves traversing the entire ocean. Or gravity, whilst coming from one place It attracts all – remaining unaffected. O Prime Mover – whom reason hast detected! O God – O thou First Cause! For without Thee Nothing existing could today exist! If no Creator – whose sublimity Created us – then nothing would…

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Enough is Enough

Oh if friends were friends forever! When they’re not, it’s kinda rough. But there comes a time when you decide that: enough is enough. Should you suffer their hypocrisy? Ingratitude? And sin? Do you walk away? Sometimes you know – you’re never gonna win. You can stick things out – no matter they’re degenerating fast. But I wonder if your efforts will avail you ought at last? You can pull right…

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East of the Sun West of the Moon - Duo

So unweave me this ancient rune: “East of the Sun, west of the moon” When thou this riddle has unwound – You’ll know the place true joy is found. ‘Tis there beyond the greatest trees Beyond the limit of the seas Beyond the circle of the earth In places where the greatest worth Of dreams, ideals, and true forms lie. There underneath a crystal sky Upon a land paradise greets – One new-drawn breath…

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God is Dead?

All those who say: “There is no God!” – are fools. So says God’s Word. For such seek only their own will: and judgement have deserved. “No God!” means “Doing what I want to whom, and when I wish.” Rejecting their Creator’s claims on them: to be Selfish. And Nietzsche’s one such fool. He put these words most famously In Zarathustra’s mouth to mock at Christianity. Said Nietzsche: “God is dead.”…

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Trigger-Point

Well – you brought it to the trigger-point. You just wanted to see How well you’d engineered this affair – how explosively. You enjoyed baiting the trap you set for others to destroy. For the Devil did inspire you to act this little ploy. So – you pushed the buttons. Your trap caught your prey as it appeared. It all happened as you wanted it. You needn’t ever feared. So the situation soon…

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The Angel of Death

A dark angel of death – always behind Me with its whip – does urge me on to find The way to my life’s end. Then it will claim My breath and make a record of my name: My life over, my every word and deed Shall come before the bar of heaven, plead My case before the final Judgement court Before which every soul, in time, is brought. Whose soul is so insane to wish for hell? Whose soul rejects…

The Angel of Death

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Hell

Upon my left, I see the lands of hell Stretch endlessly, whose blasted districts swell With clouds of dust and ash and spurting fire. False mirages appear to spur desire In souls unwary, for their single aim – To trick souls from the path for beasts to claim Another meal. Keeping resolute Upon the path I go in my pursuit Of other regions, to a better place Where souls rest safe and singing angels…

Hell

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Never Good Enough

Well I did my best at nine to five, at my “brilliant career” – But my best was never good enough – as shortly you shall hear. For my boss to me took great dislike: he wished some other guy To employ instead of me. It was all over. So – goodbye. Well I did my best at charity – a volunteer at church Where my best was never good enough – they left me in the lurch. For it was a family business –…

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Quo Vadis

I ask “Quo vadis Domine?” To follow You, as on my way Through vales deep and dark I go Through pain, and suffering, and woe Through persecution, and through fears I walk this road sown with my tears. “Quo vadis Domine?” I go Still in your footsteps. Though I know Your Way’s not easy, but is steep. You path I know, Your Way I keep. By grace of God thus far I’ve come In grace I will continue…

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The Poet in my Soul

When I jump for love of living, these are times when I feel whole. I can’t help the joy within me. It’s the poet in my soul. When things sparkle in the daylight, flowers’ scent is wafting near Its the poetry of sunlight, and I sing it loud and clear. And although there’s times of darkness, and my spirit’s full of dole, I sing out my verse in sorrow. It’s the poet in my soul. Whether cheer or…

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Heaven

Upon my right, I see a heavenly land Stretch out beyond my sight. So close at hand! Yet, strange to tell, details I cannot see Of heaven, though it is so dear to me: My refuge, fortress, heaven will be home. How long must I over the earth still roam Restless and ill-at-ease until I earn Permission from my God this world to spurn?

Heaven