Saturday, April 18, 2009

Warrior of flesh that he knows.

What does make the man that makes himself a king?
A conqueror of his domain, the body he sees himself in.

Ripped with tone with muscle to bone,
A warrior of flesh that he knows.

Battles hard won, efforts of trained perfection,
Victory in gaining from loss.

Strive for your freedoms from soul driven pain,
The worth of your game is the cost.

Birds without wing that never find flight,
Beauty to have and to hold.

Vulnerability caged with agility,
Escape us on legs gilded gold.

Pumping iron makes the man of steel,
Orient produces machine.

Brings with it soul so fine,
Sweet nature of ancient design,
Seek and achieve,
Whatever you wish will be done.

Copyright. © Robyn Whittaker. 2009.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Poetry for the masses


Poetry for the masses and those who don't care to see.

I can't believe it happened to we,
so many attributes in your eyes worth nothing,
my type not needed here, not even by me.

I am leaving this place, and won't be back here again,
You achieved what you wanted to prove,
That you did not love me and it is the truth i needed to see.

Haunted by its ghost but not allowing myself a measure of its truth.
What's the point of trying again,
They get the spoils of our head toils,
While i am left with nothing and dread.

Better off sleeping in a permanant bed.

Copyright (c) Robyn whittaker. 2009.







Sunday, April 5, 2009

Youth Group Excercise

I am currently helping to facilitate an LGBT youth group here in Brisbane. Sunny our lead facilitator asked the kids last Saturday to write a letter to their younger selves, a letter that would in some way help the child they were understand the confusing issues they were facing at that time. I also wrote a letter that day as well, and in light of an earlier posting on my experiences with domestic violence as a child, I thought I would post the letter I wrote on that day as an affirmation that I did indeed survive a difficult past. A time in my life when i was confused and frightened and not sure of who I was. At first it felt strange to do this, but I think this exercise is a great way of tapping into who you are today and relating that to who you were back then and somehow helping an inner lost child find it's way to some sort of resolution, while at the same time writing down advice that the person I am today needs to be reminded of as well. This is what I wrote....


Dear Byron,

I am writing this to you from your future, my name is Robyn which your mother will choose for you when you become me. Please don't be frightened by this letter, I am just wanting you to know you are going to be ok. I know you are confused right now and I hope this does not confuse you more. Just know that I love you and want you to feel safe and help you to understand that it is going to be ok and ask you to never give up on life, if you do you will miss all the fun and laughter to come. Please don't feel bad about your feelings, you are not alone and there are many people like you that will one day help you make your way. One day you will grow to be a beautiful person that people cherish to have around and you will feel comfortable in who you are. You are loved by many, and all the hurts you have suffered will become less painful and shape you into a very strong person. I want you to be proud of yourself for the wonderful unique being you are. Take care of yourself and try to stay calm and not worry, this only makes a situation much worse. Listen to your heart when it tells you someone is not right for you and you feel the bad vibe they give off. Do not try and sell yourself to anyone, as those that really care will want to be around you without any convincing. You are very special and don't ever allow those who mean to hurt you ever tell you any different, they are just insecure and not worth knowing. Learn to say no, some people need to know your limits and your boundaries. Always remember you will survive this and will in time find your self and be happy to be you.

Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2009.