Friday, December 26, 2008
FOR FLEURETTE
Fleurette...my little flower
Another year has passed
Memories I will treasure by the hour
moments that will last.
I have no earthly treasures to bestow
No trinkets or treats to show
So, on this day to celebrate your birth
I give you the greatest gift I know
Something no amount of money is worth
Something you can’t wrap in a fancy bow
Nothing pretentious or smart
Something that comes from the heart
Something that will never keep us apart
As pure as a dove
My gift to you is wrapped in love.
Heartland Dreamtime
Today ... I wish I could see the heartland ... as it was,
in the dreamtime, before it was dispossed;
before it was changed to make way for the rest;
before we got there and trampled it with a pest –
animals that didn't belong – that were designed all wrong,
for a land so fragile to be trodden on.
Yes ... I wish I could have seen the heartland then;
not like it is today, with nature gone astray,
exposed and crying in pain, competing in vain
with commerce and money for gain;
raping the earth with knowledge of a foreign strain.
Our indigenous people weeping at the cost
of what they had preserved and now lost.
Truth ... those that came before, new the score,
respect what you have or loose it for evermore.
Since the dawn of time it has remained pristine,
a delicate ecosystem basking in the sun,
but what my eye's have seen,
confirms to me, the destruction we have done.
Sadly ... our history written with the power of the pen,
of how it was then.
We were fed the legacy of a myth –
our pioneering fathers – and how they tamed a rugged land,
strugggling with what they new,
our fragile identity chiselled on the faces of a few.
The collective consciouness of a nation
passed down to me and you.
Now ... I to hear the voices of the ancient dreamtime harking,
in the features of the landscape marking.
The rainbow serpent sculpturing the land,
untouched by human hand.
Myths and legends older and wiser than ours,
respecting the earth, mother nature and all it's worth.
A lesson we could heed, to take only what we need
and not use it for our own selfish greed.
But ... angry words have never corrected a wrong.
To blame it on the ignorance of the past,
is to neglect the future and make it last.
We cannot undo the wrong that has been done,
but we can re-write the history book, for what we took
and accept the price we have paid,
for the mistakes we have made,
so the generations to come can still take pride,
in the things we cherish about the legends of the bush
and have nothing to hide.
in the dreamtime, before it was dispossed;
before it was changed to make way for the rest;
before we got there and trampled it with a pest –
animals that didn't belong – that were designed all wrong,
for a land so fragile to be trodden on.
Yes ... I wish I could have seen the heartland then;
not like it is today, with nature gone astray,
exposed and crying in pain, competing in vain
with commerce and money for gain;
raping the earth with knowledge of a foreign strain.
Our indigenous people weeping at the cost
of what they had preserved and now lost.
Truth ... those that came before, new the score,
respect what you have or loose it for evermore.
Since the dawn of time it has remained pristine,
a delicate ecosystem basking in the sun,
but what my eye's have seen,
confirms to me, the destruction we have done.
Sadly ... our history written with the power of the pen,
of how it was then.
We were fed the legacy of a myth –
our pioneering fathers – and how they tamed a rugged land,
strugggling with what they new,
our fragile identity chiselled on the faces of a few.
The collective consciouness of a nation
passed down to me and you.
Now ... I to hear the voices of the ancient dreamtime harking,
in the features of the landscape marking.
The rainbow serpent sculpturing the land,
untouched by human hand.
Myths and legends older and wiser than ours,
respecting the earth, mother nature and all it's worth.
A lesson we could heed, to take only what we need
and not use it for our own selfish greed.
But ... angry words have never corrected a wrong.
To blame it on the ignorance of the past,
is to neglect the future and make it last.
We cannot undo the wrong that has been done,
but we can re-write the history book, for what we took
and accept the price we have paid,
for the mistakes we have made,
so the generations to come can still take pride,
in the things we cherish about the legends of the bush
and have nothing to hide.
CRIPPLED FRIENDSHIP
I guess you thought you knew me then,
way back then, when I didn’t know myself;
and if I did, I kept it hid, a tight lid – sealing a sensitive soul.
It wasn’t the real me, I was someone else you see.
The real me was deep inside, not yet crystallised –
a pupa waiting to metamorphosise.
So what you saw, was probably more, of an image of yourself.
I was a mimic then – a chameleon changing colours to suit the occasion.
Inevitable circumstances split us and in time, distance yielded a new me.
I discovered my soul, my intrinsic self, the one I was meant to be.
But destiny mocks the status quo and now you’re here again –
a challenge to the new me.
Mixed feelings coagulate into a heavy solid mass.
And as I surrender to the weight of nostalgia,
I feel a fraction of my new self disappear.
With a part of me gone, portions of my former self surface,
as our greeting convolutes to the narrow flue of our common past.
We were similar then, both lost in a fog of grog.
Mental midgets and emotional cripples in a cultural vacuum.
A slurry of dribbling monologues and sloppy embraces of mateship.
Things said and forgotten, repeated and gone rotten;
our true identities locked in bottles of booze.
Embracing each day in the same way as days before,
saluting to a drink – that alcoholic fluid that reminds us of who we are.
Deja vu! A second in time freezes my life to a moment.
Like a slap in the face you reflect my former self,
revealing the seeds we’d sown and how much I’ve grown,
while you stagnate in the stench of mediocracy.
Time, it seems, has taught you naught. I see you still drink to much –
a convenient crutch for a dominating tongue.
The comparison jolts me to the reality that I am on my own,
while you resurrect exaggerated tales of our youth.
Pathetic stories retold with twisted truth, as if this moment does not exist,
just the past – our bond – a sticky glue that holds us together.
Do you not see, that which is obvious to me – the truth –
that we no longer see eye to eye –
that our friendship is based on a lie.
And, if you cannot see, the new me, what would the purpose be,
to explain myself the thee.
In a vain attempt I try to articulate a deeper thought.
Expose my new self. But when I hear you scoff at noble thoughts and deeds,
and jeer at others needs, I stop, I no longer care.
Just pathetic memories – visions of a cripple and me walking with a limp.
That is why it’s time to say goodbye to you and me
and the futility of our unity. You never were my kind,
you just stole my precious time and raped my mind.
I’m now on a different plane, no longer playing your game.
I’ve found my own place, at my own pace, in control and out of the rat race.
And, no longer walking with a limp.
way back then, when I didn’t know myself;
and if I did, I kept it hid, a tight lid – sealing a sensitive soul.
It wasn’t the real me, I was someone else you see.
The real me was deep inside, not yet crystallised –
a pupa waiting to metamorphosise.
So what you saw, was probably more, of an image of yourself.
I was a mimic then – a chameleon changing colours to suit the occasion.
Inevitable circumstances split us and in time, distance yielded a new me.
I discovered my soul, my intrinsic self, the one I was meant to be.
But destiny mocks the status quo and now you’re here again –
a challenge to the new me.
Mixed feelings coagulate into a heavy solid mass.
And as I surrender to the weight of nostalgia,
I feel a fraction of my new self disappear.
With a part of me gone, portions of my former self surface,
as our greeting convolutes to the narrow flue of our common past.
We were similar then, both lost in a fog of grog.
Mental midgets and emotional cripples in a cultural vacuum.
A slurry of dribbling monologues and sloppy embraces of mateship.
Things said and forgotten, repeated and gone rotten;
our true identities locked in bottles of booze.
Embracing each day in the same way as days before,
saluting to a drink – that alcoholic fluid that reminds us of who we are.
Deja vu! A second in time freezes my life to a moment.
Like a slap in the face you reflect my former self,
revealing the seeds we’d sown and how much I’ve grown,
while you stagnate in the stench of mediocracy.
Time, it seems, has taught you naught. I see you still drink to much –
a convenient crutch for a dominating tongue.
The comparison jolts me to the reality that I am on my own,
while you resurrect exaggerated tales of our youth.
Pathetic stories retold with twisted truth, as if this moment does not exist,
just the past – our bond – a sticky glue that holds us together.
Do you not see, that which is obvious to me – the truth –
that we no longer see eye to eye –
that our friendship is based on a lie.
And, if you cannot see, the new me, what would the purpose be,
to explain myself the thee.
In a vain attempt I try to articulate a deeper thought.
Expose my new self. But when I hear you scoff at noble thoughts and deeds,
and jeer at others needs, I stop, I no longer care.
Just pathetic memories – visions of a cripple and me walking with a limp.
That is why it’s time to say goodbye to you and me
and the futility of our unity. You never were my kind,
you just stole my precious time and raped my mind.
I’m now on a different plane, no longer playing your game.
I’ve found my own place, at my own pace, in control and out of the rat race.
And, no longer walking with a limp.
CENSORSHIP IN A NEUTRAL UNIVERSE
Fuck, is a cunt of a word! So is prick and many other taboo words!
Do I have your attention, or have I offended you, or both? Either way, it is your thinking that has made it so.
And if you are offended, then let me quote Shakespeare, specifically, Hamlet: ‘There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so’. In other words the universe is neutral, there is nothing either good or bad, but our thinking. More specifically, our conditioned thinking—like Pavlov's dog, society has conditioned us to believe certain things are either bad or good.
Yet, what is acceptable by one culture, is not necessarily accepted by another. Take belching for instance, perfectly acceptable in the middle east, a real compliment in fact, but try that at your local dinner party and gauge the reaction. Or nudity, even in our own western culture, it has had its generational ups and downs; today its common place and generally inoffensive; yet in muslim society its taboo, especially for women (a double standard perhaps).
Look around the world and the diversity of cultural ethnicity, religious divisions and divisions within religions, moral and ethical disparities; in their differences, they can’t all be right—right! Nor can they all be wrong—right! Reason and logic dictates that they are conditioned by the society they belong too or live in etc. to accept certain codes of practice and behaviour that they think is right. But in our diversity, just who is right and who is wrong. If both sides think they are right, then what does that tell us. It tell me, that you can’t trust your thinking and that nothing is intrinsically right or wrong, or more specifically that any idea you have is neither right or wrong but neutral. And if an idea , thought or a word, any word, ‘cunt’ for example is neither right nor wrong, but neutral, then how can it be offensive.
And, to further support this neutral universe theory, offensive words come and go. I can still recall a time when ‘bloody’ was taboo, or ‘bugger’, now it’s featured in some of our best advertising. Isn’t this the perfect example of a ‘neutral universe’
So getting back to taboo words like ‘cunt’. Who ordained it to be offensive? Because intrinsically it’s not offensive at all. It can be used in an offensive way, much the same as how you direct many words to offend, for example, take the word ‘fat’; I can call you a ‘fat person’ and if you are fat, then logically you shouldn’t be offended, but depending on your conditioned sensitivity, you may be offended, and the ‘fat’ word sounds offensive.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not advocating the indiscriminate use of such words, as a descriptive substitute for a lack of a better word, or as is common among people lacking a varied vocabulary, by just randomly and consistently placing it in a sentance—that’s pathetically boring—as would any repetitive word be. But, for fuck’s sake, sometimes a cunt of a word has just as much frigging merit as any other descriptive word that other priggish pricks prefer to use.
Back to the basic point I’m trying to make: the universe, our world, or whatever your concept of reality is—it is neutral. There is nothing intrinsically good or bad about anything, but our thinking has made it so.
So...I’ll fuck off now, and leave you cunts to decide the merits of my argument for yourselves.
Do I have your attention, or have I offended you, or both? Either way, it is your thinking that has made it so.
And if you are offended, then let me quote Shakespeare, specifically, Hamlet: ‘There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so’. In other words the universe is neutral, there is nothing either good or bad, but our thinking. More specifically, our conditioned thinking—like Pavlov's dog, society has conditioned us to believe certain things are either bad or good.
Yet, what is acceptable by one culture, is not necessarily accepted by another. Take belching for instance, perfectly acceptable in the middle east, a real compliment in fact, but try that at your local dinner party and gauge the reaction. Or nudity, even in our own western culture, it has had its generational ups and downs; today its common place and generally inoffensive; yet in muslim society its taboo, especially for women (a double standard perhaps).
Look around the world and the diversity of cultural ethnicity, religious divisions and divisions within religions, moral and ethical disparities; in their differences, they can’t all be right—right! Nor can they all be wrong—right! Reason and logic dictates that they are conditioned by the society they belong too or live in etc. to accept certain codes of practice and behaviour that they think is right. But in our diversity, just who is right and who is wrong. If both sides think they are right, then what does that tell us. It tell me, that you can’t trust your thinking and that nothing is intrinsically right or wrong, or more specifically that any idea you have is neither right or wrong but neutral. And if an idea , thought or a word, any word, ‘cunt’ for example is neither right nor wrong, but neutral, then how can it be offensive.
And, to further support this neutral universe theory, offensive words come and go. I can still recall a time when ‘bloody’ was taboo, or ‘bugger’, now it’s featured in some of our best advertising. Isn’t this the perfect example of a ‘neutral universe’
So getting back to taboo words like ‘cunt’. Who ordained it to be offensive? Because intrinsically it’s not offensive at all. It can be used in an offensive way, much the same as how you direct many words to offend, for example, take the word ‘fat’; I can call you a ‘fat person’ and if you are fat, then logically you shouldn’t be offended, but depending on your conditioned sensitivity, you may be offended, and the ‘fat’ word sounds offensive.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not advocating the indiscriminate use of such words, as a descriptive substitute for a lack of a better word, or as is common among people lacking a varied vocabulary, by just randomly and consistently placing it in a sentance—that’s pathetically boring—as would any repetitive word be. But, for fuck’s sake, sometimes a cunt of a word has just as much frigging merit as any other descriptive word that other priggish pricks prefer to use.
Back to the basic point I’m trying to make: the universe, our world, or whatever your concept of reality is—it is neutral. There is nothing intrinsically good or bad about anything, but our thinking has made it so.
So...I’ll fuck off now, and leave you cunts to decide the merits of my argument for yourselves.
Friday, November 28, 2008
The mall
My favourite spot – the coffee shop in the mall,
where I sit contemplating, watching the parade – the ritual if life;
an aroma of thoughts vapourising from my cappuccino;
my mind adrift, suspended in dissipating tobacco smoke.
Transfixed to a tile on the wall, a revelation smacks me in the face
and crystallises before my eyes.
The Mall – a cathedral – the new sanctuary for modern man,
paying homage to hedonistic indulgences and idol distractions.
People wearing their public faces, scars removed and locked away at home,
emotions in control, walking to the music with an air conditioned attitude;
escaping from reality – a noisy fume left in the car park.
Caffeine and nicotine blend in a long thoughtful sip.
I am alone but not lonely; caressed by the positive ambiance of heterogeneous energy.
Hostility does not exist, unlike the outside – a world gone mad.
Verbal warfare on the road, violence and abuse.
People living in little boxes – fortresses defending their territory.
Neighbours rarely seen, imprisoned in self imposed exile.
No wonder people escape to the mall
– A peaceful sanctuary to heal their wounds
– A communal refuge for sinner and saints
– A model of co-existence shielded in a thermostatic cocoon.
Wishing it would last, we fight with the reality that we are slaves to commitment.
Outside the atmosphere like sandpaper eroding our public face.
Home again to unlock the scars of our private existence;
wishing it wasn’t so.
where I sit contemplating, watching the parade – the ritual if life;
an aroma of thoughts vapourising from my cappuccino;
my mind adrift, suspended in dissipating tobacco smoke.
Transfixed to a tile on the wall, a revelation smacks me in the face
and crystallises before my eyes.
The Mall – a cathedral – the new sanctuary for modern man,
paying homage to hedonistic indulgences and idol distractions.
People wearing their public faces, scars removed and locked away at home,
emotions in control, walking to the music with an air conditioned attitude;
escaping from reality – a noisy fume left in the car park.
Caffeine and nicotine blend in a long thoughtful sip.
I am alone but not lonely; caressed by the positive ambiance of heterogeneous energy.
Hostility does not exist, unlike the outside – a world gone mad.
Verbal warfare on the road, violence and abuse.
People living in little boxes – fortresses defending their territory.
Neighbours rarely seen, imprisoned in self imposed exile.
No wonder people escape to the mall
– A peaceful sanctuary to heal their wounds
– A communal refuge for sinner and saints
– A model of co-existence shielded in a thermostatic cocoon.
Wishing it would last, we fight with the reality that we are slaves to commitment.
Outside the atmosphere like sandpaper eroding our public face.
Home again to unlock the scars of our private existence;
wishing it wasn’t so.
Emotions
Hate is a flesh eating cancer gnawing away inside
An internal scar you can not hide
Don’t let it fester, or else you’ll show all who you really are
Anger is a violent storm raging within
Thunder and lightning on your tongue, lashing out at everyone
To extinguish this verbal disease, you must stop doing as you please.
Fear is the dark unknown, an abyss of doubt.
So scared within, you feel weak, with no way out.
When life gets this bleak, it’s courage you seek.
Greed is a thirsty seed you constantly feed to satisfy a selfish need.
It distorts your perspective and aborts humanity.
So take heed, surrender this vice or pay the price.
Jealousy is a twisted, deformed figure with raging red eyes.
Heated and volatile. A cocktail of emotions no one could disguise.
You look such a fool, so stop and start to play it cool.
Obsession is uncontrollable energy steering you in one direction.
You’re caught in a rut, because time and money rules your gut.
But don’t give in to wealth for the sake of your health.
So remember, when negative feelings surface,
They usually have a purpose – to tell us that something is wrong inside.
But if you haven’t a clue, whether there false or true, or what to do,
meditate, the solution is deep within.
Listen, there you will find an answer intrinsically right for you.
Anxiety is an internal cyclone stripping your nerves.
But don’t give in to fear, because help is near
A friend who can care, share and help you get there.
Depression is a dark cloud heavy as lead weighing you down.
Rooted in depths of despair, the world looks glum.
But don’t be dumb, the solution is not in a bottle of rum.
Grief is a veil of protection from a sorrow deep within,
Because something precious has died.
But don’t fear to shed a tear and you’ll feel better inside.
Lethargy is a virus in a revolving pistol firing blanks;
Destroying your arsenal of energy. To regain your strength,
Kill the bug in your head and you’ll come out shooting lead.
Disappointment is a slap in the face from the human race.
The hypocrisy of democracy, equality dying and the planet crying.
But show no defeat, march to your own beat and don’t stop trying.
Confusion is a foggy mind. A memory with something missing
But try to listen within, you’ll find it’s still there, ready to share,
Without greed, the knowledge you need to take you through without a care
So remember, when negative feelings surface,
They usually have a purpose – to tell us that something is wrong inside.
But if you haven’t a clue, whether there false or true, or what to do,
meditate, the solution is deep within.
Listen, there you will find an answer intrinsically right for you.
Love rejected is a dagger stabbing at your heart, ripping you apart.
You feel cheated and torn, shaken and forlorn.
I know how you feel, but it takes time to heel.
Self Esteem defeated is the ego beheaded and shredded.
A puzzle of pieces laying in waste like a reject with no respect.
This will not happen to you, if to yourself you remain true.
Foolishness is a novice trapeze artist looking for accolades without a net,
Then falling down like a clown. But don’t despair –
Experience: the greatest teacher of all will prevent a future fall.
Creativity dying is a blank surface tormenting a vacuous soul.
A self imposed illusion that inspiration has stopped knocking on your door.
Now is the time to dig real deep and bring up a heap of images never seen before.
Difference is a time machine revealing the martyrs of invention.
When people point and stare at what you do and what you wear.
You shouldn’t care. Be creatively free and do as you dare.
Will power is temptation fighting with itself.
A battle without rest to put you to the test and make you weak.
Then it’s strength you seek and things won’t look so bleak.
So remember, when negative feelings surface,
They usually have a purpose – to tell us that something is wrong inside.
But if you haven’t a clue, whether there false or true, or what to do,
meditate, the solution is deep within.
Listen, there you will find an answer intrinsically right for you.
An internal scar you can not hide
Don’t let it fester, or else you’ll show all who you really are
Anger is a violent storm raging within
Thunder and lightning on your tongue, lashing out at everyone
To extinguish this verbal disease, you must stop doing as you please.
Fear is the dark unknown, an abyss of doubt.
So scared within, you feel weak, with no way out.
When life gets this bleak, it’s courage you seek.
Greed is a thirsty seed you constantly feed to satisfy a selfish need.
It distorts your perspective and aborts humanity.
So take heed, surrender this vice or pay the price.
Jealousy is a twisted, deformed figure with raging red eyes.
Heated and volatile. A cocktail of emotions no one could disguise.
You look such a fool, so stop and start to play it cool.
Obsession is uncontrollable energy steering you in one direction.
You’re caught in a rut, because time and money rules your gut.
But don’t give in to wealth for the sake of your health.
So remember, when negative feelings surface,
They usually have a purpose – to tell us that something is wrong inside.
But if you haven’t a clue, whether there false or true, or what to do,
meditate, the solution is deep within.
Listen, there you will find an answer intrinsically right for you.
Anxiety is an internal cyclone stripping your nerves.
But don’t give in to fear, because help is near
A friend who can care, share and help you get there.
Depression is a dark cloud heavy as lead weighing you down.
Rooted in depths of despair, the world looks glum.
But don’t be dumb, the solution is not in a bottle of rum.
Grief is a veil of protection from a sorrow deep within,
Because something precious has died.
But don’t fear to shed a tear and you’ll feel better inside.
Lethargy is a virus in a revolving pistol firing blanks;
Destroying your arsenal of energy. To regain your strength,
Kill the bug in your head and you’ll come out shooting lead.
Disappointment is a slap in the face from the human race.
The hypocrisy of democracy, equality dying and the planet crying.
But show no defeat, march to your own beat and don’t stop trying.
Confusion is a foggy mind. A memory with something missing
But try to listen within, you’ll find it’s still there, ready to share,
Without greed, the knowledge you need to take you through without a care
So remember, when negative feelings surface,
They usually have a purpose – to tell us that something is wrong inside.
But if you haven’t a clue, whether there false or true, or what to do,
meditate, the solution is deep within.
Listen, there you will find an answer intrinsically right for you.
Love rejected is a dagger stabbing at your heart, ripping you apart.
You feel cheated and torn, shaken and forlorn.
I know how you feel, but it takes time to heel.
Self Esteem defeated is the ego beheaded and shredded.
A puzzle of pieces laying in waste like a reject with no respect.
This will not happen to you, if to yourself you remain true.
Foolishness is a novice trapeze artist looking for accolades without a net,
Then falling down like a clown. But don’t despair –
Experience: the greatest teacher of all will prevent a future fall.
Creativity dying is a blank surface tormenting a vacuous soul.
A self imposed illusion that inspiration has stopped knocking on your door.
Now is the time to dig real deep and bring up a heap of images never seen before.
Difference is a time machine revealing the martyrs of invention.
When people point and stare at what you do and what you wear.
You shouldn’t care. Be creatively free and do as you dare.
Will power is temptation fighting with itself.
A battle without rest to put you to the test and make you weak.
Then it’s strength you seek and things won’t look so bleak.
So remember, when negative feelings surface,
They usually have a purpose – to tell us that something is wrong inside.
But if you haven’t a clue, whether there false or true, or what to do,
meditate, the solution is deep within.
Listen, there you will find an answer intrinsically right for you.
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