The Dream ( 1974)

I held the the dull worn coin in my hand.
the early afternoon light caught its useless shine.
it a foggy distant memory, that world before
looking over our village hugging the shoreline, white clay..
no hard lines, sensuous curves, no glass, soft breezes dancing through,all the dwellings
one continuous unit..
the sea was clam, almost mirror like.
i was one a select lucky few that had survived the war of change.
As there was now no laugage spoken among us,
communaction was telepathic, or through gestures ,complete silence.
as we all felt it was time to farm..
I slowly made my way, to the blood warm sea,
my brothers and sisters by my side.

The Divine ones waited just of shore.
they led us to deeper water, where most of the farm beds lay..
We had slowly adapted to breathing underwater allowing us to become close to the Divine.
going about our tasks, we recived praise and utter total love ,
from our coveted enlighted masters....

you see they waited lifetimes for us to destroy the very ,land on which we lived,
and nearly our very species ,when the ugly deed was done it became their turn..
The Dolphins

Kind
Loving
Fair
Intelligent.. ..
You see,
Their Time had come...as they always knew it would


( Note: I had this dream when i was 11, its still as vivd now as it was when i woke up that on that june morning in 1974)

Wait For Me..

Wait for me , no matter my infideliy, my white lies, my overreactions, my warieness, my untrusting nature, my judgement, my weakness. my Love. Undying, Unwariering, undeniable, yet so hard to express. Build a small, yet ornate gilded cage in your soul, for my too wounded heart.
To shelter, to heal.
Wait For Me. To emerge, and become the shining being you see in me.
Listen to me breathe, a shuddered dreamers breath, on the dark moonless nigh.
Know that even alone we are still one.
Wait for the inchingly slow march of time, wither and stoop us.
Wait for one of us, to break the others, in unrepairable pieces.
Wait as Years, Months, Days, Hours, Mins, and Seconds, all blur into the colourless void.
Wait as i now leave my used husk of a body.
Wait in the place we first laid eyes on each other, all those decades ago.
Wait for me, as i have waited for you.
Wait and know, that the bonding of our two souls, no matter how tarnished,
will rise agian to meet each other, in another time and place.
Wait for me, and let us begin agian...

A 21st Century Prayer

My Phone who art in my hand,
hallowed be thy brand.
Thy phone bill come,
thy will be broke,
with Optus as it is with Telstra.
Give us this day our daily Snapchat.
And forgive us our daily Facebook Rants,
As we forgive those who rant about us.
Lead us not into Sexting,
but deliver us from Ebay..
For thine is the Coverage,
The Data,
And the Battery,
For Ever and Ever and Ever.
Amen

The Kitchen Table...

The Gods pink tinged thunderclouds throw a dusky light, onto the kitchen window, I sit in total complete silence.
I am the very essence of Kings and Queens, as well as desperation and utter poverty.
It hasn't always been this way, i of course had humble beginnings,  i was passed over, neglected and alone
As Earth's first tribes separated, to become villages then cites, then empires, i grew and became part
of something much bigger than myself.
I was at last gaining favour.
Even in the thinest hunted moonlight, i am radiant, on a blinding summers day, divine, the very stuff of our universe.
I will never become old, for i am the ruler of destinies, and total and complete ruler of war..
Nor can I be possessed completely, for those who have tried, their fates have been sealed.
 Yet There is compassion in me, not all that covet me are lost.
For I yearn to be tender, gentle, and giving.
As the now warming morning light hits the beautiful deep wooden table,
it slides slowly over me...
And i am illuminated, as if the very fire of the Sun lives in me.
I am your wedding ring..
Of the Earth's Purest Gold..
I Am Love...

I Cannot Swim....

I cannot swim, i have never seen the ocean before this day,
i am crammed into a leaking vessel, with so many others,
i carry no possessions, no family, no water, no food.
too paralysed with fear to even speak, as we cannot even move in the slightest,
i shit in my pants.
We tumble on, in a darkening sea.
Every wave stops my heart.
I pray, and pray, my god does not hear me.
As the days pass, the will to live slowly seeps from my body,
my confused mind drifts back to a life long ago, i cannot think of such things, as the tears will not come, too weak.
The air itself is filled with human desperation, the merciless sun cracks our skin,
I think only of  a drink-water... water...
Others through the endless inky night, as madness takes them, slip over the side.
taken by the black waters, free at last.
A dot on the endless horizon..
I can now barely lift my salt crusted head, my eyes dimmed and glazed from sunburn.
though my heart still beats, slowly now..
We fall into the cold water..as the vessel has broken up.
screams -devoured -silence...
the flailing of the water does not leave my head...
i cannot move.
the men carry me into a van, and give me water ,a blanket..
i sit in a mud floored ripped tent.
a barbed wire fence..
this is where i will spend the remainder of my days..
I think of those who slipped into the inky night water,
 they may have chosen a better fate..
for i am 10 years old and cannot swim...

SAW DUST.....

The grand Ancient tree that grew, towered, and prospered on this earth far before us, was aware of deep vibrations in the soil as it moved closer. Unlike the animals of the forrest floor, and the sky, that lived in and around its grand bulk, this sensation was different.
the sun was lost in shadow for a moment, as the vibrations became stronger.
As time was of no meaning to it, for it had lived from the very  beginning of time itself.
Snows-Storms-Rains-Fogs-All the four winds-A thousand Suns,
it welcomed them all, for this was harmony itself.
The Men gazed at the massive giant,
A true marvel- A Wonder-Breathtaking....
They started their Chainsaws.

A Very True Story

A deep hopelessness and fear seeped into the very walls of the small home. Her soul, as well as her body ached.
In the early evening light , she looked into the smashed mirror of the bedroom, this can't be me she whispered; swollen shut eyes, chipped teeth, cuts, and a nose pushed severely over bruises on side of her once proud pretty face. To hopeless to cry, she dropped to the floor, strewn with broken furniture, glass, clothes.
Her phone rang...
Hey baby, that you??
Only the sound of her own ragged breathing.
I love you, i just get so stressed out, the fucking boss, bills. you know.
Anyway, what do you do all fucking day, i do everything
Hey, you there, a low growl, a whispered ( bitch)....
The phone was where she had dropped it.
Shuffling out of the still open door, she faced West, walking into the first stars..
struggling to take a deep breath of the cooling air,
she didn't even look back..