strange days indeed

i am a mother yet i am not female
i have many brothers yet i am not a father
i have eye sight yet i see the darkness
i am a friend yet people do not understand me
it is in this world that i travel
far and wide yet i have no wings
it is amongst other i am yet all alone
these are not complaints
these are not pittying words
these just are and yet just is demeaning
i am thoughtful yet it is not enough
i am challenged yet not one sees these
it is a long way to go this first step
its is a short sight to see the end of the nose
i am many yet i am one
we are together on a barron plane
red or black
it is without others that things get left undone
these words have no feet yet will travel miles
these meanings are yours and not hidden
we all speak in tongues of the same voice
yet discordant is the memory
i have left the stadium and yet the echoes role on

thump thump ---- thump thump

wonders
blunders
asunders

questions
answers
puzzles
riddles
statements
quotes

meandering paths
crossed streams
downhill wires
foggy dreams

back then
over now
up here
there to

all thoughts
all sorts
all views
all aspects
all different the same

one long rant
a mumble of chants
a day in patched pants
a wilted plant

yet and also
but maybe not

take it and drive
take it and strive
take it all the way
never regret a day
always remember to play
always remember to say
what it is you need to
and what it is they don't want you too

Never leave the lettuce too long
always eat your greens
unless it's the bread

People say
crowds shout
individuals spout
or sprout
i can never remember
something about the 5th of De slept ember
Boom

V is for victory
V is for violence
V is for me
and Q is for silence

pop

life

Life is amazing.
People come and go.
as time goes bye
They all influence you as you do them.
or at least we hope
Some you are related to and others you meet along the way.
yet that does not matter
it is all another colour, another note in the melody
some you become friends with and others you want them to stay away.
yet, why not ignore the bitterness and struggle along with those
for you can make a difference to their tone
all these people are important.
all these beings make the picture lively
they are part of life  and death and all else
all people are important,
even those who are negative for they teach us the wisest of lessons.
they teach us to look at each other.
not in judgement but in compassion
not in criticism but in kindness
to help each other and to help them to find a way, a better way.
life is always amazing.
if you look at the perspectives
we each travel a crooked line to our destination
and perhaps it is the same one
we unravel the clues in the ways we see best
yes, life amazing
if you look

Bronni

I will not cry
I will not weep
For an angel has gone to sleep
In a way
I will pray
For her rest upon this day
I know where she goes
And yet I shall say God only knows
I will always be glad that we did meet
Upon this earth, upon some street
But as is told
From time of old
Time is short
So do be bold
Thank you

remember

things are taken away
things that should be aren't
things that are should never have been
and it is just not fair is too common

people are all the same
and no one should be to blame
for they are all one under the mask
under the disguise
under the used car salesman smile
or the comedian's quick wit

Remember sometimes words are bullets
that strike directly at the ones you love
remember sometimes our words have double barrel meanings
so sometimes you have to let silence fly like a dove
far away and free from nesting in minds

Yes, i remember, things are taken away before their time
bye George, John, Diana, Martin, Dino, Roger and Sam
Oh and i remember things that should be aren't
A free Tibet, a government free from religion, blackmail and backdoor deals
And things that should never have been, such as
Pop stars gunned down, truth sayers in hiding, a spiritual man under constant threat
Yup D all the above and much more

P.S. being fair should be too common
and remember love, compassion and kindness never dies unless honesty is killed

sum thymes

it's like people need a can opener to get into their own head
sum times
it's like people have to scream until everything is ruddy red

and then i change chanels
and watch sum thang soothin' like the noose
swingin' and a swayin' to the tidal wave of abuse
ah the simple daze
when we were in the middle of the maze
enchanted bye gobbling juke-ish plays

it's like people are fine till their little patch of dirt gets trodden on
Sum tymes
it's like people own the rite to not be smiled too
or peeple get ideas of sum bee-ing more better than others

and then i listen to the static on my radio which i haven't turned on
it buzzes to a meditative tone like drone like bees in the trees like elephants on the hi C's
und then i think of Macca singing C moon and about L 7 and not getting to heaven
Hhhhmmmm, filling my bed with gloop or was that head with glue

it's like sum multiplications peeble don't tune in and are stranded on their own dessert dish
covered in sundae nuts and chocolate rivers with the occassional drizzle of huny
Wander ware that yellow bear with the red t-shirt is and if the boucny orange won is nearby
but that's just sometimes
we won't talk about offer multiplications

the silent one returneth

The silent one's story continues
still the character building was implemented
even though it was erroding and corroding
which was ironic for building
So stealthily the silent one went on the hunt
the hunt for a four letter work
occasionally he found this mythic beast
and more character was built
or fragmented and disolved
yet with a smile he wandered on
learning as ever and it started to coalesce
ah, you see the internal weight of it all had it's own gravity
so the silent one drifted in and out
in too the four lettered and out of the learned
he left and came back with a smile
he drew and painted and made
he created and conjured
while still being deconstructed
i mean having character built or do i?
yes the middle path is no easy but it is good
the learning continues
the deconstruction of the character building is on going
all is good, nothing is ill
all is a teaching, nothing is a loss
keep on walking
keep on going
and smile from time to time 

the silent one

One day a baby was born
so was a nother but that's a different story
The baby was all silent gooo gooo
and softly mumbled gah gahs
He was born and turned a funny yellow
they put him in the sun till he was pale again
he looked around and saw curly tops
but as i have already said that's a nother story
It was cold where he was born so he and the clan went to a sunny place
The sunny place had a week of forties when he got there
but he can't remember that
As the baby grew older
you know walking age
it was noticed he didn't talk much
That's because Curly Tops
Who is still a nother story
Would ask for stuff and the silent on would get stuff too
Pretty easy gig
Until he found out that they expected him to talk as well
One was not pleased by that
So they took him to a doctor
the doc said he'll talk when he wants to
I'm more concerned about the hole in his heart
His parents were thunder struck
The silent one thought
i wonder if it whistles.
The docs did tests and that was that
but something changed
The doctors had taken away his smile and giggles
one was not pleased about that either
Then there was school which was ummm
other people say character building
the silent one thought, i must have bucket loads of character
and when do these other kids stop helping me build my character
then unbeknownst to the silent one
the silent one decided to fly low and under the radar
stealthy and quietly he went
He learnt his words
and missed out on his numbers
and while doing all that read and read
and the one day he drew
still the character building went on
till he was told to leave
which he thought was funny
seeing he left ages ago
The silent one's story continues
but that's for a nother time

expectations

do a  good deed
get thanked?
let someone in
get a polite wave
or a nod?
help a person or people
expect gratitude?

all these are expectation
because you think them does not mean others do

clean up after a party
get thanked?
help set up for a conference
get a smile or pat on the back?
stay behind at work so others can leave for their kids
get a box of chocolates or some gratuity?
sit in for someone who's ill
get a gold star or worker of the week award?

They're still expectation from you
it's all a concept in your head

Have a party
no one shows
celebrate an event
and they have organised something else to do
send emails and attachments
and get no replies

definitely expectations
and they are all your's

there is a book that says, ' do unto others as you would have done unto yourself.'
I am not sure they have read that
there is a wise man who said, 'help others and if not, then do not harm them.'
somehow i think that one has been confused

use the word unconditional
it means there are no strings to these actions or words or deeds
there are no expectations
then you will have less and less disappointments
it's not easy, yet it is easier than setting yourself up on a tall stool
waiting for you to push yourself off

remember

lets remember
the women left behind
left to morn the soldiers who never came back
lets remember
the aboriginals who fought for us
and then were forgot when it was over
lets remember
the women who went
the ones who took care of the wounded
lets remember
that we are here because of history's people
they who gave their all for us
they who knew us not but still fought on
lets remember
those who fought
let us not forget
let us remember
those who helped the soldiers
those who helped all of us
it's important to remember
lest we forget

remembering a friend

I once knew a man called Fred
he's dead, he's dead
He went back to the unicorn and lion
smoking Marley
and singing about Zion
the Marley which was gnarly was for his pain
well some of the time, others it was for the peace it did gain

I wonder about Fred
and sometimes remember the things that he said
or maybe those are paraphrased memories from a storm
Something that made his leaving more of the norm.

I once knew a man called Fred
He tried to play tricks with his head
play games with words
yet that was like a murder of birds
Now I wear his coat
It says Marks and Spencers on the inside note

I wonder where Fred is
if it is any of my biz
I hope that Fred did well
wonder if he heard the call of the bell

I once knew a man called Fred
Who was visited by a funny walking bird
and a camera snapping man
and of course me, the many with a pocket of absurd
funny group, could have been a strange herd

I still know a man called Fred
He is remembered even though he is dead

perspective

where are you looking from
over there
inside a box
under a hill
in a cave
up close
with eyes shut full
or is someone else looking for you

what is colouring the lenses you look through
the violence from the news
the disturbing movies you abuse
the cheap dime store novels that we pulp
you parents
your friends
your leaders
your peers
the news lady
the weatherman
the horror movie hero
or have you been told how to percieve

who is influencing your actions
the politicians who act from shallow scripts
the prophets who elect themselves
the priests who may or may not be nice
the hollywood hunk, whose movie just sunk
the singer wrapping violence around your ear drum
the word terrorism and terrorist that is freely spoken
the tv ads that tell us how inadequate we are
the teacher we can go that far
the timid voice that was almost silenced within you
are your actions you
or is it karma

Spirit

Compassion is not raising the middle finger
Compassion is wishing well to people you dislike
Compassion is not mocking people when they are trying their best
Compassion is not a weakness

Kindness is not a merit badge to nirvana
Kindness is not a get out of jail card
Kindness will not automatically get you into heaven
Yet, Kindness and Compassion with the right motivation is good

Love does not come with and R lable
Love does not discriminate
Love is not biased
Love, Compassion and Kindness are flowers that should grow freely

Whether you are a Christian or a Buddhist
A Mormon or Jew
An Amish or Islamic
Know what motivates you
Know that it is ethical
And you are okay.

the night blogger

all is still
all is dark
until the birds in the park
kick out the lark

the world still spins
along its dizzy unknown thread
everyone inside sheets of tins
tinker in their little shed

the night is day
but early still
traffic on the road is heard
even through the solid window sill

all words are leaves falling
in drifts of silent snow
till they hear the calling
until they really know

A dog barking in the night

the dog barks and growls
the dog sniffs and whimpers
the dog marks the territory

this dog stains the area
the area gets wider and wider
this dog claws and scratches
as stamp of authority
this dog does not let go

Sometimes the dog leaves
you feel good, but the dog comes back
as it has been said  this dog does not let go
this dog sometimes goes quiet
don't get comfortable because this dog is always there
this dog likes to play mind games
this dog likes dog likes to play with flames

if you're lucky this dog will only bark in the night
 

meow

carnage
white noise
shattered silence
broken toys
all surround us
in the night of the deed
in the deed of the knight
in the middle of the flight
subconsciously streaming
in a tattoo like stacatto
in a bass drum type hum
till the heavens open up in a closing motion
till the notion spells forth gloriously dull
and then it settles in a roar like a meow
in a purr like a pistol shot
in a barking gun madness like a candy pop
and yep in the blink of an eye
till it closes fourth
for the fifteenth time
until there is a rhyme
a yank like dime
covered in grime
or was that crime
till there is no more clouds, soft and white
wispy and grey
only silence surrounded by boys
a cellar full of boys
an empty bucket full of wholes and no Joys
the lightning has gone black
and the life has gone too
sometimes we stick around
that I will do
that is true
so we hurry on our own little race
at our own little pace
in our own little place
being other beings glue
which is sometimes...

splash

colours
tones
lines
shapes

what is all this?

Life
art
philosophy
poetry

when does it happen?

in between the commercial breaks
inside the white noise
or when you have broken your last toys
or when your back is turned
and when your busy making other plans

How does it happen?

swiftly
silently
stealthily
soundlessly

no, it happens with light
it is enveloped in sounds
wrapped up in feelings and emotions
dressed in rules and regulations
and filled with lables

names
numbers
symbols
signs
and other squiggles

Why does it happen?

that's your's to think on

opinions

opinions come in various shades
they are displayed in all colours
and they vary wildly like a Fauve painting

Opinions are the start of debates
healthy debates are made from opinions
both do not come with buts
both do not have narrow inflexible rules

Opinions can change through education
through discussion and learning
not through thuggery and bullying
not through arrogance or narrow mindedness

Opinions are what they are
opinions are chances for exchange of ideas and thoughts
opinions are  places of learning
opinions can and do change

Opinions show that we live in a healthy society
where we can speak out loud if neccessary
or in a timid yet caring voice

No one's opinion should be squashed
due to fashions of the day
no opinion is stupid, no matter what they say
it is all an educational process to be run through

opinions should have compassion and caring used to hear them
opinions should have open minds and constructive criticisms to view them
opinions can be wrong yet we learn from being wrong
we learn from mistakes

and yes,
this is my opinion

respect

it doesn't come with conditions
it does look like a doormat
or have a list of excuses

it is built up over time
it is given freely
not because of age or station
not because military might or numbers

respect is not about agreeing
respect comes with commonsense
respect comes with constructive criticism

It does not have a mob mentality
it does not use bullying tactics
it does not swear it's tits off at you

respect comes freely

take time

pick a flower today
it'll dry up tomorrow
watch a butterfly glide past
always remember it might be your last
to watch a dawn or nightfall
they all fade away

snowflakes are all different just as we all are
All different and yet all the same
there's no one to blame

See a cloud burst
a whirl wind
a sand storm
a waterspout
a dew drop

it's all nature
it's all ephemral

it's as brief as a laugh
as deep as a sigh
as long as a yawn as short as a fullstop
long as a big bang whether it is brief or small
long or far
deep or high

It's like the tap of a meteor
the glimmer of a comet
the pop of a volcano
the scream of a mouse


remember everything is impermanent