Happy Christmas

There is a church in Mentone

that God has grown and grown.
Jesus our Lord
will take you on board
and carry you all the way home.

Moen Poem

She doesn't cry anymore in the honeycomb of truth.
I don't know anymore when the world says forsooth.
A defiant vessel to adore from the brazier of youth,

so sallow and couth.

141 CHARACTERS

All the world's your oyster but all you get is fish stew.
March your atoms forward to reinforce your worldview.
Keep your lies close to you and your weary aim be true.


                      

It's been so long and I've been being.

The sunken bones of the land cry out

agony’s mouth a blue line doubt
keeps us dumb and round about
leaves a starting time to shout.

West moves on and shakes its snout
wears a gun belt like a pout

takes our lives so we have nowt

turns to you and what you felt.

They are pepper and we are celt.

How do you want to be remembered?

I don't need to be remembered.
I don't want to be remembered.
I have helped people and hurt them.
But have you loved any of them?
Wind fallers and truth talkers,
wisdom whistlers and fire listeners,
circle satraps and gingerbread men.
Skyline braiders and angel hailers,
horizon sailors and laughter for all days,
couscous custard for tea on Sundays.
Amplify amply and blue fly gallantly,
drop in culture and widow cranky,
sculptured sinners and glowing innards.
True to you ice cream and no ceiling stains.
Remain in my words and worms in my remains.
Take me gently and feather the pain.
Cloud shapers and humbly make us,
star colliders and pride of life shakers,
and so we sigh and quietly sing...
These are but some of my favourite things.

Cadence

I dont know what you've been told.
My work boots are full of holes.
One thing I know 'bout my soul.
When I'm with God then I'll be whole.

Luke

Luke you beaut you're a prince of the souk
So cute and true a one of a kind duke.

Go far my son and follow the Son.

Be the fulfilment of your dreams

and the wonder of your means.

Mum and Dad love you all life long.

Internal exit

What to say what to splay the baby's coming soon to stay. I will and I want and I can't confidant. Maybe they'll like me and maybe they won't. I see my horizon in my son's only question. I rise to the volcano and then I reject those coming from the database to see my arrogant face. The wonderful dreamers of the rose collated dawn come now and find me, hark the call of the world and remove the mirage of our iniquities our onorous gout and our fallenness. Strake and strafe the one who holds us in delusion by confusion and doubt. Let shine the truth path, the cloud dancers, the sons of truth and the children of light, the angels of men and the man of ages. Keep the wind walkers and the music painters. Let the planet know that the scent of green is in the water of the eyes and that the beat of red is in the warmth of us all.

Books on the brain

Some interesting reading material:
The Book Theif - if only I could finish it.
Little Black Book of Stories - so far so good - I've read 2 pages
Comrades of War - revisiting my adolescence.
The opposite bastard - modern angry disrespectful - why do I keep reading it.
Five go to smugglers top -I'ts good to have one of Enid's time capsules-a forty year gap between immersions
Black Beauty- picked up at a jumble sale at Bemboka for Tegan who required a wheelchair after losing her  legs in a car accident.  I hope its all going well Tegan. Also got Enid's book at Bemboka and a beautiful Banana cake - nothing beats a cake baked in the country and oh the icing!
Two audio books for the car trips to and fro...
The Gathering - families! when will something designed from love ever get to express the qualities of love ie. love is patient love is kind etc. The other audio book is A life of unlearning - one man's trip.
Notes from a small island - Father in law gift.
True grit and dry wit - Mother in law gift.
Patrick the Platypus and Lauchlan the Lorikeet - books for my children written by my Mother.
Finally,  Black Beech and Honeydew - an early look at the homeland through an eye from my grandmother's generation.

Lookalike

Blessed cold darkness my light is not artless.
I say words in a way that seems like I'm not saying them.
My foot softly cramps and my tongue sinks into wetness.
I have her fire and I have his good taste then.

Oranges and blues keep the wails on you.
The knights of the house are not on view.
Protection from deletion and canteen stew,
to dream with arms raised and to glut on O2.

Letters to Yasmin

Hi Yaz,
Living by quotes makes hypocrites of us all.
The land of the quote is a refuge for the unintimate.
Until the sun comes up....

Rainy Days

There are people who live their whole lives being one eyed. We call them individuals. That's why we love them. How does that saying go.. if you love somebody set them free if they don't come back that don't matter to me. I can send you a card and you may feel happy for a while but we all live in long distance relationships. Just add stress and see. No person truly knows another for if they did that would destroy the other person. The act of communication merely reinforces the lack of connectedness and the distance between people. Agendas, anxieties, power and pretence. We are like blunt instruments extracting pollen from a garden of competing flora. If you are hurting, lonely, afraid call me but only God can make sense of it. It is our burdens that stop us breathing. Our time and energies are made impotent by our shortcomings and choices until our vulnerabilities leave us facing the maw of death. Well I say kiss that maw, stick your tongue right in there and swirl it around and then lean back and say, 'Salty - I wasn't expecting that!"

The life of the animal is in the blood.

I don't know and that's the truth
The camera don't lie in a photo booth
If you have mercy then you have ruth
There is no gold in that thar tooth.

Come comely sons and silent daughter
Keep yourselves safe near still water
I ought to know more than I oughta
Life's less about nought and more what you fought for.

Life's not nought if you haven't sought her
Life's OK if you are alone
Life's not sort and life's not slaughter
Life's about beating and breathing ozone.

Beggars can be choosers
and choices make me risk her,
So overcome all obstacles
to put salvation on their blisters.

Welcome to 2010.

A celebration of oddness where no two odd people can ever be the same because the sum of their odd components are of a different magnitude of oddity.

A celebration of the minutiae we don't say but write on blogs and concrete paths and sandy dunes.               

A celebration of tiredness and love and impatience and the wound towel in my core.

A celebration of praying for the things that I wont have answered and knowing the carpet of love for me behind that silence.

The celebration that my performance is monitored all my life as I wander the wonderland with my own monitor blinking on and off.

2010 will be my celebration of difference.