A Monkey and an Elephant

Daddy, I want you to teach me how to draw an Elephant, asked Lauchlan.

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These Characters were typed by my son Lauchlan on 27/7/2009 Hip Hooray!

How to create world peace

Everyone swap Ipods

Everyone dance

Everyone cook a meal for their neighbour and eat it with them.

Everyone weed a garden

Everyone run in the park with a child

Everyone stop and everyone rest

Everyone swap the driver position with their passenger

Everyone bathe

Everyone hug and everyone kiss

Everyone think about how they got here

Everyone smile

Everyone give a treasure away

Everyone do one humble act each day

E.....

So be it.

The Devil works his whispering ways

and children coughing seems worse these days.

Ignoble toes move over your door

and Fate's sweet face aches terrible sore.

Come what may shouts Destiny's whore

the gift of life, ground cover for war.

Pleasure begrudged like tincture of woe

ghosts waters so fey and turns them slow.

Joy is above the mind's undertow.

Laugh at the Devil and away he will go.

Pleasure is simple in the foothill of dreams.

So go to the mountain and the unlit scream.

Worldview

Dont hide behind counsellor speak. It is a denial of your emotional being. A distancing from the real. A device that you would not want used on yourself. A worldly innovation to control. A farce of psychological proportions. I hear hostility. I must advise. I have no connection to the pain. I am sanitary. I am counsellor. I am away from here.

Dont solve problems. That is rich world. Compartmentalising life. Sponging up the goo.

Pray. On all dimensions.

The truth of the new.

Have you noticed how good the first novel can be?

Raw as marrow, an impact, uplifting.

A warm bath of a tale. Time well spent.

Like the prayers of a new believer.

I heard the birds praising their creator this morning. So clear.

I whistled the same tune as I dressed my son.

I asked him if he heard the birds. He said Yes.

I asked him what they were saying. He said they were talking to the sun.

I gave him a hug.

Self determination comes as an assault

Giving away power to the new adult.

This causes conflicts, stumbling back with a jolt.

The new mare is standing no longer a colt.

Lies and doubts are seeded from power.

The status quo, the rule of the hour.

The taste of freedom can never be be sour.

So let go and embrace and live with no bower.

better is best

The smoky waitress cuts the cheese along side.
Low slung waist is at nose height.
The couple in the car behind me krumping synchronised.
The music coming from the stereo is mine.
The walkers outside step in time.
A colleague asked about their mother says she’s downstairs.
Coincidence or a sign.

The ragged edge of love is being hemmed.
The contact has come back.
The work ahead is always there.
The love of another is the call.

Tomorrow is a brighter day.
Stress is less and life works itzelf out
around strain and rest.
The time to live and enjoy the best.

Muse me.

Have you noticed how there are no new stars being born?

Do you look for meaning in a paradise forlorn.

Are you compus mentus in your memory forge.

Do you keep from looking at the edge of the gorge.

Bleak is the life without any torch.

Keep your love close and your mat on the porch.

For strangers are angels and demons are thoughts.

Mechanisations in life stories are scorched.

So take what you can and give what you ought.

Remember the gifts that you have been taught.

Love is forever and ever is nought.

Laughter and laughter and laughter be sought.