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Just as the willow
does not yield to the flood
nor fear the rains
spilling from the crags

nor does the tall pine
that severs the sky
fear the lightning shot
from the thunder ground

we shall not fear
this cursed pestilence
O! brave poets
of the corner

from whom the finest lyrics
are drawn from the rock
as did Arthur wield Excalibur
onwards into the storm my compatriots

Now my love, a little bit co-mingles;
In that wide and deep digital sea;
I'm just another guy - Connecting Singles;
Is enough social media for me.
My heart is lonely - yet my body tingles;
With some love past, or future destiny;
As through the clouds, I see the Moon break cover;
And I wish and hope for a new lover.

My wide reflection on a life been lived;
In a dozen ways, with many people;
I've always found - yet never could forgive;
The aloof side of me - just like a steeple;
And these lines of verse that will survive;
Myself, and so unlike many sheeple;
I'll write my life, as best as I remember;
Gee, to think it is already now December!

Twenty twenty-one - how Time does race!
And no love I've had, since 'twas Covid;
The world has changed, has changed its very face;
(Although I don't intend to be this morbid);
So where is love, amidst this new disgrace?
Where's love in my poems? - I'd write "ibid"
Which means "look above" (at older Poetry);
Now I'm fifty-three, nothing happens, and I'm lonely.

Shortly to my story - I digress;
In speculation purely metaphysical;
I let in a little light, to now ingress;
Into the darker shadows of the mythical;
My Soul's Odessey must now confess;
The ruin of the passion of the animal;
That was 'oft myself, as a younger man;-
Temptation led me, where ever tempting can.

Beauty, like the world - it's often true;
Is mixed with cruelty, ugliness, and vice;
Sometimes good hearts and souls must go askew;
Before we realize we should be nice;
My chequered path in life, I must review;
And so I have, and so it will suffice;
To give here, so much, ample material;
(I relate each vignette, as a serial).

That this is rough and ready - perhaps I've told you;
That I'm Australian, (and so I must be frank);
Good reader, I would never mean to scold you;
For reading this, I must then you now thank;
On the wings of Poesy, I'll uphold you;
Tall tales, and true, right from the memory bank;
I thus continue this poetic story:
Despite the odds, I've lived life in its glory.

This is a type of internal monologue;-
An anecdote to sketch a wasted life;-
I'm sober - finally lifts the mind's long fog;-
Now clarity can shine amidst the strife;-
With renewed poetic force my thoughts I log;-
For this, my muse, my muse it is my wife!
Through some Arcady, where I may yet travel;-
As from the pen, my story does unravel.


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Balance...

Two sides of the same coin.
All points in a circle.

Synapses
and metaphorical bloods.

Come together...
Forged up- from will to hand
to remind me of the reason.

So find me-
Rarest, rawest form.

I have learned
to howl my marrow out.

I have learned to love the silence.

I am ready.

Look!
Look look!!
Look look!!
Look ya.....
When I put ma finger to da pen
Uncomprehend what I comprehend
Literally making ma mind bend
To curb
My egos influence
To open
My magnificence
A light bright enough
To burn away da fikkin huff n da puff
Call it smooth when it's rough
Taking this life by the scruff
Of the neck
It may not be perfect
But what is perfect?
Just a perception
All is really perfection
In the Most Highs eyes
But you keep looking up to the skies
He or she who is wise
Cuts all ties
Cos you know that the prize
Resides n relies
Upon n inside of you
Can you remain true
To you?
And manifest the best in all you do
Do it with joy n laughter
Be a happiness master crafter
Carving brilliance from stone
From dry n dead bones
Not by preaching
Or teaching
But by owning the shizz that you're in
Lead by example
Take a sample
Of your own truth
Look in the mirror
Say
I Love you
And mean it
Live it breathe it give n receive it
Power up baby

Yesterday I collected a bucket of mussels
from the rocks in the waist deep wash
while the fisherman looked on
from his rock
we cooked them on a camp gas cooker
with beer
sitting deck-chaired in the dunes
while the sun met the sea
the fisherman passed by
with a bountiful catch
we smiled
then up came the moon for a total eclipse
going orange like a mighty planet
nature was really working its miracles
just like Van Morrison said
When it's not always raining there'll be days like this
When there's no one complaining there'll be days like this
When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch
Well my mama told me there'll be days like this

We keep getting software updates at my work
makes you feel like a relic
puts me in attack/defense mode
you can fight back
like Don Quixote and the windmills
dream up chivalrous motives
but like a broken horse and cart
you're doomed to tech fate
this is the problem since the agricultural revolution
now everyone's in the city
with made-up jobs
which they have to justify
by fomenting change
where it isn't needed
Kaczinsky wasn't all crazy
putting aside he was a murderous zealot
sure tech enables
but tech enslavement, erosion of freedoms
can leave you gasping for air
on the tech highway

You were lost, and you did not understand that you should return, you walked and found no contrasts, you shone and there was no silence to let you be.
You searched for nothing, you gave up your promises, you humiliated your immortal condition, you left the end at the beginning, you stood on the wall of doubt.
You reached the threshold of failure, you turned your back on faith.
Even so, you are on time to finish what you have never started, break the chains that you yourself have created. Be Brave and look again! If it is victory! That is do not expect it to come to you! Arrive and Get it, along with this comes Happiness! ??

Torn canvases in an empty room
The pain inside this tomb
Soul shattered by crowd that booms
Shouting your weaknesses across streets so dense
You question yourself over and over inside your doom
To rise above your depleted strength and sense
To be transformed despite your glaring faults
When you can’t see any value in yourself, hearing taunts
When you can’t find any meaning in your life, only broken molds

Remember You Are PRICELESS, to the One who crossed all strife
He sacrificed all, your worth cannot be measured but grown
In Jesus Love, you are the shining beacon
In this engulfing haze, you are the lighthouse that glows

Rise above the screaming crowd
Rise above on angelic wings with the heavenly crown
Your victory is HERE, because He carries you
You are irreplaceable to God who loves you
Your life is a light to this world, free your mind from dark sounds
When the light is dim, and shadows surrounds
Open yourself, in His Healing power be Transformed

Rise above all the suffocating darkness, the noise
Hear His Voice when he tells you
He died and rose to show, You ARE VICTORIOUS
Your Hope is here, the brokenness He transforms
Let HIS light shine, to disperse the dark phantoms
Jesus’ Power and Glory is here for you in the storms.
Know in every moment, YOU are PRICELESS

Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It will not ebb like the sea.

I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are fulfilled in you.

I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies –
You are my deepening skies;
Give me your stars to hold.

Tapestry
Is a life’s work.
Twisting threads
Weaving their way.
Some unravelled.
Some broken.
Some sparkling
Silver some of gold.
Where do the threads connect?
What do they mean?
Do the gold and silver
Connect to something
Beautiful?
Do the unravelled
Show the issues
You’ve had a good to solve?
Do the broken threads
Show heartache and pain?
Tapestry
A life still unfolding.
Weaving and connecting
Bringing
Balance
Bringing joy
Bringing hope
Telling my story.
Written just now 8.11.2021 3 pm