A Priori

Land free from sin
The dispute of generations
Continues to rage and bellow;
Hell may have existed
There
In the past
Locked away.
The mind is both the prism
and salvation
for denial and subterfuge.
An inferno we place external
to mundane reality.
In our minds we are all benevolent;
Aesop lives today still.

Whose land are we on
And why does it matter
To say sorry, and acknowledge
Claim?

Neither sovereignty or disunity
May right past wrongs.
Words are Shallow
If followed by another message in a gun.
Secret, sacred, spirits of the land.
Wherever we got there are secrets
But unity helps us understand;
Divsions made of malice and greed
Be damned!
They were here first.

He means If - Pas Deux

He means If.
You don't comply,
The don't comply,
We will sanction you.

She means If.
You do as I say,
Ignore what I do,
I will say I love you,
Never mind actions behind closed doors.

A fledgling.
Humanity.
How do we love
When its so easy to judge.
Your point of view is disagreeable
To my learned sensibilities.
I am righteous
Too righteous to deign
To talk with you.

I know my ignorance
I know where to get my pontoon.
On it I pontificate.
Alone
In private
To an audience of one.
But in my mind
I say aye.
He means If.

He Means If - Part 1

He means If.
It's not always his fault
That things don't work out
Sometimes it's about you too.
Menstrual flows
Synaptic sighs,
Be it just a chemical high.
Why do we seek to blame
When others at times
Only innocently mirror
Our ugliest self?

Why be down when what we see reflected
Is but a part of us
An ever-evolving charm
Of Nature.
He means If.
You got your act together
Start to make sense
Get your head out of the gossip reels
C'mon girls! There's a feminist movement out there
Why do you pity yourself still?
No -isms, no -ology
No epistemological, ontological or empirical devices
Are justifiable excuses
For blaming someone else.
Its ok to be slothier than a sloth.

He means IF.
Love came along before Hallmark.
How can he mirror what you want
When everyday
What you want is changing?

And that's the joy of Mercury.
And that's what we love most
He means If.

You become someone other than who you
already are
Then you have lost only yourself.

24.10.12 Poem

Benevolent Despot
Socratic knave
A tyrant's despair
Another label these days.
Who uttered the word misogynist?

Jostling for power
Embraced by Ego
The City-State's knowing wink.
One Empire rises
Another one sinks.
Is it better when we rejoice in your suffering?

Sufferance for pleasure,
Pleasure for profit,
But who profits from oil
That changes hands and is corrupt?

Knave.
Fools.
Short-sightedness is not overlooked by history.

10.10.12 Poem

Browned, and freckled
digging deep the earths rasp
Vice, avarice, despair
All be found.
A shovel,
A clutch,
A moment's passed.
Be of good cheer,
Never mind the stations
lost.
...

Gone for now,
The illusion matters not.
Weary thoughts, weary heart, weary soul
Prematurely old.
But why bother?
Be of good cheer!
These spirits pick up.
Tis one thing to be of the mind
Another to live outside it.

***

What does it mean
to be here, now.
At a loose end.
Some time to think
Too much time for others.
Absorbtion a-plenty
Passion, where is thy drum?

A fetal curl
Not out of bed yet.
Some say its anxiety
Maybe a little depression.
More insane job cuts
More insane wars.
I'm feeling sorry for myself
What about the world.
Time does not bring back youth,
But time exists to change our attitude.
Who's afraid of the Tall Poppy?

***

These days grow long
The summer's sun stretches beyond
Pessimistic clouds
Death, resurrection
False hope
And Illusion.
Gone.

Perhaps never far.

Pens, they say
Mightier than the sword
But is there much truth
Inside a heart that fears
A mind that is closed.

From Little Things Big Things Grow...

From His Holiness the Dalai Lama:

When human intelligence and human  goodness or affection are used together, all human actions become constructive. When we combine a warm heart with knowledge and education, we can learn to respect others' views and others' rights. This beomess the basis of a spirit of reconciliation that can be used to overcome aggression and resolve our conflict. So, no matter how much violence or haw many bad things we have to go through, .. the ulitmate solution to our conflicts, both internal and external, lies in returning to our basic or underlying human nature, which is gentle and compassionate.

Underwater love....

Music is an integral part of healing.
An elixer, it gets you moving, and dreaming.
A perfect way to start the day....

This must be underwater love
The way I feel it slipping all over me
This must be underwater love
The way I feel it
O que que é esse amor, d'água
Deve sentir muito parecido a esse amor
This is it
Underwater love
It is so deep
So beautifully liquid

Esse amor com paixão, ai
Esse amor com paixão, ai que coisa
After the rain comes sun
After the sun comes rain again
After the rain comes sun
After the sun comes rain again

This must be underwater love
The way I feel it slipping all over me
This must be underwater love
The way I feel it O que que é esse amor, d'água
Eu sei que eu não quero mais nada

Follow me now
To a place you only dream of
Before I came along

When I first saw you
I was deep in clear blue water The sun was shining
Calling me to come and see you
I touched your soft skin
And you jumped in with your eyes closed
And a smile upon your face
Você vem, você vai
Você vem e cai
E vem aqui pra cá
Porque eu quero te beijar na sua boca
Que coisa louca Vem aqui pra cá
Porque eu quero te beijar na sua boca
Ai que boca gostosa

After the rain comes sun
After the sun comes rain again
After the rain comes sun
After the sun comes rain again
Cai cai e tudo tudo cai
Tudo cai pra lá e pra cá
Pra lá e pra cá E vamos nadar
Y vamos nadar e tudo tudo dá

This must be underwater love
The way I feel it slipping all over me
This must be underwater love The way I feel it
Oh oh d'água we are full

Underwater
Oh underwater love
This underwater love
This underwater love
Underwater love

 

DEDICATION & LIGHTCASTING

The next hour I am spending dedicated to music and love. Its the end of summer.

Daylight savings has ended.

Easter is around the corner, the days are becoming cooler and the breath of Autumn lies softly in the evening's wake.

ANZAC Day is a national day of remembrance in Australia. (April 26)

I admit to not being overly patriotic.

But, love & loyalty have its roots at home.

To protect and defend is not a bad virtue.

Over-protection, fear, and an insular, clannish outlook like all extremes has its de-merits.

Love others as you aspire to love yourself.

Today, for those who are tuned in, is lightcast day.

A day to declare your intentions and release them to the universe.
Healing, love, peace, harmony, a new job... a better car or a windfall as yet to be determined...

Today I am thinking of one lady only and it is this time and this space that I am dedicating to her.

MUM.

We all celebrate and memorialise our loved ones in different ways...

Without going on to much, I never saw my mum while she was sick. Perhaps to invite me to be there was to admit to being so ill, that to speak of it was to admit to a reality that was too much to bear publicly. The one phone call I received from her in no way whatsoever indicated how sick she was at the time. I did not know. How could I have known. To now know is a hard thing to bear. I could be angry about how this was all handled. But to blame, self-berate and to question is to spend futile hours achieving nothing. I am yet to see her resting place. I know where she is but to go - well, its to face reality. The thought alone makes me want to throw up. At the end of the day, I dont want to know.

 

As catholic as her upbringing may have been, at heart was a fiery lady who loved her music and was a rebel at heart.

Is death not a part of life, and therefore an event to be celebrate?

Youtube: Rolling Stones: Paint it black 1966

 

Youtube: Rolling Stones: Brown Sugar

Youtube: Tiddas: Inanay 

Youtube: Models: Out of sight, out of mind

Youtube: Dead or Alive : You spine me

Youtube: The Beatles: Twist and shout

and the list will go on, as from her, the obsession with playing music over and over was inherited..

Namaste