Death to Christmas!

You’re not fooling me into buying love with gifts.

I would rather give up my time, but you wouldn’t appreciate it.

It’s not Gucci or Vans, no label behind my name

You don’t want what’s not consumed by all, unique and not famed.

No wrapping paper can cover this body, no bow to top it off.

I’m not a scent made by Britney, Hugo Boss or Beyonce

My odour you do not want to wear as remembrance to my life.

 If I give a photo of my being, you’ll put it with last year’s collection

Never flicking through the pile and reminiscing

My life has no meaning this time of year,

Only the gifts bought from China or made by the hand of a child

Will make you see I love you and remind you that I’m here.

Mad Eye  Dec28th 2013


Never Give In

F That!

Everyday is a constant question

Am I good enough for you all?

Am I good enough for myself?

The answer


How to be better still eludes me.

I’m trying hard, but not fast enough

You look down your nose

Cut off my conversation with your friends

Mock my work.


I would bow out if the moment arose.

Happily I would forget becoming more

And go back to a mere housewife

With no purpose but to create calm and then


Fuck that

I’m a rock drummer!

 I create order in chaos

I smooth out dissonance

Leave space for silence

And play to my own rhythm.

I will not give in to the weak scared,

Fragile childlike ego-less inner being

That is driving this body,

I will steer to victory, the victory over myself.

I will beat the coward and conquer the future

With or without you

Bringing It Back






I’m excited.

I’m excited!


For my life.

For the fights left to fight to bring me MY life back.

I’m ready.

I’m ready!


For the fight.

For the fight of my life to bring my fight back.

Alberta Floods

Rivers Run Through It

Last night I wept for my land

Not the land of my birth, but the land of my heart.

What ferociousness those rivers showed in shaping the place in which they flow.

Elbow and Bow you proved your strength, moving mountains as if they were sand.

The devastation on the trees, animals and human inhabitants is something I will never forget or forgive.

The places I walked and gaped at in awe are lost, and the pain like the water, runs deep.

I am not Kree but I see what they see, I feel what they feel.

And the connection to that land is as strong in me like it is for my children.

I love you in a way I cannot express.

No one man can be accountable, for we are all, including me, responsible.

You Alberta, were my saving province.

When the whole world went to pot, you were supposed to be my safe place.

I have not lost faith in your strength to overcome and stabilizeImage your environment.

But you Alberta, should not have had to fight the beings that live within your beauty.

You Alberta, should not have had to remind the citizens, most respectful of your amazing natural magnificence, how to love and protect you.

I’m sorry that it came to this.

I hope the lessons have been learned

And peace will rein,

So I can live and bask in your splendor once again.

Kirsty ‘Mad Eye Macca             June 2013

#Don’t Let The Water Turn Bad

         Don’t Let The Water Turn Bad

Distance makes the heart grow fonder

That’s what we’re told

I know this to be a lie

If I may be so bold.

Yeah you think about them day & night,

But that don’t make up for not sharing

A little more on your part

Would make up for the loss of heart.

Let’s gather all the pieces

Scattered by the sea,

Put them back together

And meet up on the same beach.

I don’t know your personality anymore,

Will the jokes we used share, bring laughter to the core.

If we had a cup o tea together would it be the same

Or would we be drinking the tears of each others pain.

Seven long years & counting,

All the faces & the embraces I missed so much in the beginning,

Are slowly disappearing with every earth spin.

Let’s gather all the pieces

Scattered by the sea,

Put them back together

And meet up on the same beach

It’s not too late to reconcile,

Reconnect our love once again,

Maybe it would take a while

To understand our relationship

But all I want is to give it a try.

It’s a shame to lose what we had,

But effort is all it takes,

Don’t let money & distance

Turn the water bad.

Kirsty Mad Eye McIntoshImage

Just found this on my comp!

As you sit here wasting your time, listening to me talk in rhyme,

I’d like to bend your ear and grapple with the fear,

Of disillusionment and abandonment of knowledge.

Don’t get offended, when I say you’ve pretended to understand.

The human race as a whole has been stupefied and dumbed down as planned.

No one strives to be the best or to better them selves, I confess, I used to be one.

It seems that mediocrity is the new superiority.

Kirsty ‘Mad Eye’ McIntosh  2008

#Feet! Inspired by the homeless living in Glebe, Sydney.


Feet, clothed in designer leather,

Walk slowly toward me and rush quickly passed me

I’m not a beast; I’m not going to grab at your ankles.

I see the look you give me out of the corner of your eyes, I’m not blind, THAT, might make it easier.

They walk by; once again I am unnoticed.

I want to say “This, is not the real me, if you knew me you’d understand

I used to be attractive, confident, admired. Now I am abused, fragile ALONE.

Some blue and white stripes come closer, closer… I’m nervous and try to conjure up some strength,

Too late

They’re right in front of me, I look up to their owner. Slicked back hair, greasy spotty faced teenager. Here’s trouble I think to myself, surprisingly, a hand is offered, $1 in it, gesturing for me to take it.

I reach out my slender dirty fingers and then watch as the coin goes flying to the ground away from me.

I hear laughter from afar, the stripes retreat… I stay where I am, too ashamed to move, the laughter is louder and drenched with pride, immaturity & ignorance.

What have I become? An entertainer for the twisted, a fixture on the paving stones, a ghost…

Nobody cares, everyone disgusted by what they see

“It’s not my fault, I don’t have an addiction, I was a loving Mum and wife, good friend, a pillar of the community! I owned a home, car, clothes, the usual tat.

Then lost it all in the instant

He died.

© Kirsty ‘Mad Eye’ McIntosh 2008

#Midwest Poetry inspired by watching documentary about the dust bowl


                Dustbowl Remembered

As I walked across the desert, sun beatin in my eyes.

Could not see ahead of me, behind me only dust.

Tryin’ to seek salvation like I had been for years

God only knows if I’d left sooner

There’d have been none of the tears.

Maybe if all citizens of Oklahoma cried in unison,

The crops would grow again & sustain us for another season.

As it was each tear that fell got soaked up in the dirt.

And all that grew in wheats’ place, was starvation & hurt.

No sooner was it discovered, land was sold & bought,

Families came from far & wide to live in a tiny hut.

Mud was turned “the wrong way up” to some peoples’ horror,

No one saw what was to come, blinded by the US dollar.

Fields of green turned to gold, one year to the next,

Each family reaped rewards, life full of health & happiness.

Prosperity washed across every farmer that dared to gamble,

No matter which way you looked, wheat was at every angle.

When war broke & price was high, on bushel & mans’ head,

We did our bit for country, sewed more & more each week.

Til finally there was no more soil beneath our aching feet.

The dust was picked by strong winds & blown across each state,

Settlin’ on homes & peoples’ lungs, sendin’ hundreds to their fate.

Many packed up & gave in to natures cruel displays,

Those that stayed & hunkered down thought it was “ the end of days”.

Black Tuesday, saw a lot of men, lose what fortune they had.

Bills were pillin’ up outside the door, things were lookin’ bad.

Years of hard toil feedin’ many from their land,

What thanks did they receive?

Foreclosure from the bank!

Prayers rang out from all around for a saviour to find an end,

Roosevelt was to be that man, givin’ food & jobs to all.

But as to the problem with the dust, even he couldn’t make that call.

The desert that my feet tread, used to be lush prairie,

Had we shared the land with buffalo & people that were wise.

Listened to the words & heeded the blue skies,

Our lives could’ve been carefree.

I take my hat off to those who tried to beat nature at it’s own game.

Plantin’ trees & grass to restore the glory.

But we are only man & earth will never be tamed.

And that, my friend, is the dustbowl, a place I leave behind.

Never forget and learn a lesson, from this, an old mans’ story.

Kirsty ‘MadEye’ McIntosh

#Empty Words of God

Empty Words of God

You got do gooders soul righters to take you by the hand on the path of enlightenment,

Their enlightenment might be down there, but others stray from that path and take their own hands and walk proud focused uplifted by their decision.

Their decision to be free in humanity, a manatee has every right to live within humanity and be free, why isn’t everybody?

You, my friend, think that you are unencumbered from the burdens I lay upon your shoulders, for you found God and laid your burdens down.

You will sleep well, better than me no doubt, but for when I rise I will be refreshed ready eager to start a new day, finding new ways to help restore respect love & peace in the hearts of passersby.

You will awaken refreshed ready eager to wallow in the tranquility bestowed upon you by those who took the unenlightened path and lit yours for you.

By not participating wholly in humanities best interests focusing your attention on one self, has left a hole in your holy self.

By hearing only the words of God and not the words people, has deafened you and will soon leave you blind.

Kirsty ‘Mad Eye’ McIntosh