Family Poems (502)

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

friends hear me now and hear my plea
I've wintered long in fields of sea
I've fought and fight against the wind
I've seen both poles and seen them twinned

yet all things to come and those before
are just footfalls outside the door
and though each heart has a promised land
the strongest castle is made of sand

I saw her first in a time of toil
when the path to peace fell away to soil
and her blue eyes did call me home
before I knew that word I used to roam

over half built streets of the mind and soul
when the blackest hearts did mine for coal
yet hear me now I must command
the tallest walls are made of sand

and so we move from port to port
finding love and trial and work and sport
and the grains that are part of the whole
are but a sprat amongst the shoal

so live with more than sums of part
and build a new and fearsome heart
yet be aware of where you stand
that every castle is made of sand

I call for my mother
Crying, shouting frozen in place

Its dark, no one answers
I’m scared, I need help

I see my father
Next to me

He fills the bed
His back towards me

I can smell him
Hairy broad

This comforts me
I feel safe

I am awake
Not scared anymore

I got a call from my mom
Three of them
I was out trying to watch the sun set
I couldn't because clouds were near the horizon
I couldn't get a hold of her
I went the next day to see what she needed
Money
I knew where the money she had went
Her grandson had gobbled it all up
The drugs, the cigarettes, fast food every day, trips all over
She loves her grandson
Enough to exclude all the rest of her kids, grandchildren, and great grandchildren
I don't know how long she can keep it up
Are there loans against the house?
How far in debt is she really?
There are plenty like her in the same situation
I call it stealing
Others might call it elder abuse
Either way, it sucks, big time!

We all have it.
^
<Evolution>
v

is preserved within the constant state of change. Growth can (at times) be like building without the appropriate tools, but the more we learn the more we may realise that we are not alone and the tools that can formulate a progressive state of being can be passed on by those who care.

A journey shared is a journey not lost.

This is not scripture so don't be giving out!

I got your picture in my cabin
your smiling face is everywhere
your ghost is what I sail on
through the ocean of your hair
and my work it takes me everywhere
and nowhere fast and slow

it takes a man to plough an acre
it takes a woman to make it grow

the sea elevates my singing
despite my ungrateful tone
my thoughts are made of music
my thoughts are mine alone
then you wander warm inside my mind
like a gift from god to me

it takes a man to bring his story
it takes a woman to set him fee

girl we never did much talking
and when we did it was so brief
we laughed about eachother
and we smiled through pain and grief
you made the mundane magic
and you fought hard for your dream

it takes a man to set a plough right
it takes a woman to hitch a team

there's an empty chair that held you
a rare creature tall and true
if life has taught me one thing
Ive learned it all from you
and you laughed at my cowboy movies
as I turned into my old man

it takes a man to work his heart out
it takes a woman to give a damn

Come rest your weary bones
And gaze out across the sea
This place was my paradise
And meant the world to me
Share your words and thoughts
And paint your memory
Relax in the timbers
Designed by my family
My spirit lays within the breeze
Under the shade of the casuarina trees
And in their thoughts I still surround
Their hopes and dreams that still abound
Forever together with thoughts in mind
Come rest your weary bones
And I’ll share with you kind .........

there was a girl in china
but the radio signal died
I told her we were hundred
to keep her spirit but I lied

people started dropping
in the spring of seventeen
the white coat fellas called it
it was nothing they had seen

I am a collection of bones
my heart is hollowed out
every molecule migrated
to the continent of doubt

bones be best of me
drum like on my skin
if my loving folk could see me
they would not call me kin

infection steals my lungs
my spirit now wiped clean
alive thanks to seaweed
the root of food and iodine

I trip along a promise
to the wife I left behind
a shuffled wreck upon the deck
a birthday wish to save my mind

she told me to honour
the day that she was born
to mark that day in a special way
before she slept beneath the corn

this old abandoned airfield
it took me years to try
there ain't no practical virtue
I don't know how to fly

alone in this maelstrom
I hunt a haunted 'why'?
but do it still I know I will
write her name across the sky

Last night I still took you to bed
Touched your little head
Your sad eyes stare
The sun is still shining today
You're already cold
Lay down well
Sleeping with eyes open
My Einstein
Tomorrow autumn rain will fall on your grave

And the world is always the world of yesterday
Rise from the winter chair
I'm still worried
disturb you curled up
Always touch your head
Say "Go back to sleep, Tantan"——
Big hairs with dirty
Dandy with graceful gait
Gifted singer knowing nothing
Pull down cactus
The burglar who buried the bun in the flowerpot
Only two seconds bloody battle in your life
Raising wounded paw for my inspection
As defeated General with the broken flag
Looking for the Medal of Comfort
Flying on to my bed, occupying my seat
Close tracking, Limit jumping
Quickly surrendering, always suspecting
Three turns around a tree, where to pee?
Playful and popular
A little skin-broken, thousand times grievances
Every time I go home
There's always you waiting behind the door
Just like the sun scatters the clouds
Happily reunited after the robbery
My Einstein

Still behind our glass
Little Tantan, I hold you
Look out of the window, the another world
The sky has colours you haven't seen before
Draw layers of white clouds and you
Draw the bleak four seasons fleeing at full speed
Look at the Yellow ginkgo tree
Osmanthus blooms
Holly bears green fruit
Creeping purple grass all over the ground
Neither you nor I know their name
Deep water and green riverbanks
Five wild flowers are sweet and empty
protecting and Washing and irrigating
Why do the blossoms last for many years?
With you on the side, the ceremony as usual
I'm busy, You're watching
Your nose is still sharp
All that disappears is the illusion world
Tantan
Remember which benevolent planet you came from
Remember the way home
And in the afternoon sun
What I told you in your ear

Einstein
Sometimes you are so arrogant
No calling your full name
No bothering to look back
The scenery that you missed
made me to burst into tears
You just lie down beside me calmly
Complying with the agreement since ancient times
Hide the biscuits under my pillow
Welcome me home
Vicissitudes of life
My treasure, your indifference
Constant world in your heart
Chaos and confusion in my eyes
Companion in my life, suddenly the distant stars
Without warmth or cold, is there any sunshine ?
I look at you so worried
You look back at me the same way
How can I comfort you?
Everything will be fleeting
You know I'm happy for birds
Sad for deciduous
Einstein
You're happy and you're sad
Needless to say, neither to hide
One day
Snowstorm will cover up all life
Take away our humble wishes
—— be concentric with no lonely
My breath is your life
You are between me and the moon

Under the broad shade of cedar trees
Behind the lush marigold bushes
At noon you are buried with the sun
Still night I wander under the moon
Take all the words
Tell you again
You're not there in three days.

Tattle tale
Fink
Nark
Rat
Snitch
Whistleblower
These are the words that could describe Ted Kaczynski's brother David
I ask myself, could I have done what he did?
What about all the people who stand by and don't become a rat or a snitch?
It's hard, especially when you are afraid of the fall out
If you love that person then they will probably shut you out of their life
I think what he did was the right thing to do
And it saved a lot of lives
I have a friend who has a brother who has two sons
One was drinking and driving and his dad called the cops on him
He snitched on his own son because he has seen the carnage as an EMT
He didn't want his son to be part of that, and loved him enough to stop it
David Kaczynski saved at least 38 people in the 25 years Ted has been in prison
I know they are thankful