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sheish money

About Me

Born in a log cabin in the mountains whilst on holidays. Left home when he was three. Stared school at the age of ten. Attended school up to the age of twelve.......................... ..........Failed careers as: poetry spruiker, poetry parking inspector, poetry game show host, fire trapper, fur fighter, tour gardener, stage landscaper, process poetry worker , Has slept in a graveyard and danced on a spring Dug holes in water caught birds on the wing Played a wandering red and blue minstrel Has never learned to play the lute ...............................................Now ekes out a living writing jokes for the kings of construction comedy and building sand tenements out on the bay side. He also writes and produces death metal jingles for companies that are going out of business..................Currently hiding out in one of Brisbane’s ferny suburbs writing and recording his descriptions of urban landscapes and hanging around street corners listening out for prayers.......................Occasionally he can be seen down at the Alibi room on the first Sunday of every month, performing with or against the speedpoets.....................

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 1/3/2007
Band Members: Sheish Money: Poet, Musician, Singer

Influences: SOME the kitchen, the bedroom, the shower, the can, jars full of sand, the ocean and the land, the bush, the city and the beach, the paper on the floor the mormons at the door, the boring story i heard this morning, the guitar i picked up, the pen i put down, the sound of the oven, the poets that i heard, the guy who called me sir, the patently absurd, the word for world is forest, the mortar and pestle the trowel and the level, the tool bag and the shovel, the nailgun and the hammer, the guy with the leaf blower, the hat, the leather glove, love and pain,the crazy and insane, the books that i read the colour red, the colour purple, blackness and shadows the little things at the edge of my thoughts, of the cuff comments, hang overs, failure, success, paintings and photos, misunderstandings and things heard wrong, mr leunigs drawings, dawn, dusk, noon, crooners and screamers, my cars, my freinds, my enemies my space, dogs and cats and tigers, my son, indian food, rude obnoxious idiots, avocado on toast, pies, lies, that i was told, truths that i ignored, being bored, toys and lollies, one, two, three, four, mandalas and mandelbrots, robots and cots, dreams that came true and you
Sounds Like:
Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

under

UNDER Under these grey skiesyour dark eyes fill with rainthe echoes of your dreams tear at your painyour mind fills with hope and the fear blows awayThe clouds pull back and reveal the sunthese blues ...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Apr 2009 02:11:00 GMT

THE EYES HAVE IT

THE EYES HAVE ITEgyptian eyes at the traffic lightsReflected looking into mineThe dark outlinesthe crystal circlesthe drawn out edgesthe lights changeand the eyes look away©Sheish Money
Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 22:23:00 GMT

Into the Depths

INTO THE DEPTHSInto the depths we sink giving ourselves to the oceanthe movement of the waves have only a vague gentle push and pullon the surface they crash and boom and rip away sand and rocksbut do...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Mar 2009 21:31:00 GMT

QCTV Broadcasting "RECEPTION"

Bris 31 QCTV will be broadcasting "Reception at 12:00 noon tommorow Check it out!It has recently been pointed out to me that the sound quality of the Reception vids  on my YouTube channel and myspace ...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 03:35:00 GMT

new songs

I have put up some new songscheck them outalso new songs on the namedropper pageif your not a friend add peacesheish
Posted by on Sun, 08 Mar 2009 01:41:00 GMT

Interveiw

Check out the interveiw on "Another Lost Shark"http://grahamnunn.wordpress.com/
Posted by on Wed, 25 Feb 2009 02:11:00 GMT

Non

AND?And then the heavens opened up but the earth remained dryand then the rain came down out of a clear blue skyand around my head swam angels an fliesand in my eyes another lost tribe died
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 22:49:00 GMT

some poets

SOME POETSBathing their barbed wire bodiesin rivers of lotion and light an ocean of tears streams from their livesRibbons of rhythm tied to their browsThey clang against each other legsThe tension zin...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 01:05:00 GMT

Here

HEREStaring through the bars of steel he thumb flicks the pages of the book the old man gave him. He knows he won't read it but it's nice to feel the pages caressing his skin, something soft and fragi...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 12:30:00 GMT

DRY

DRYHe leans on the bar and raps out a fingertip tattoo. He looks like he stepped out of a Russell Drysdale painting.Long and lean he looks completely out of place in here surrounded by little round me...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 10:36:00 GMT