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Friday, January 30, 2015


 What Endless Love and Joy Might Be

Take umbrage as jest toys with the rushing tide,
Let history be eclipsed by every fatal word and horrid deed,
Frost ranks high as burning embers choose their cherished side,
Political will, bound by military might, flanks every Christian need.

Opposites exchange glances, as angry night turns into doleful day,
Hindu gods rejoice while Ganesh scatters fragrant flowers along blood stained paths,
Islam mirrors fascist dances, as warriors thrust bloodied lances, into the gruesome fray,
Sultans flirt in pearl towers, pilfered tripe adorn polished Jags, midst shining golden calves.

Meek men fall into line, as rueful missions come,
Here lies the question, what prophets spoke,
King Richard raised the flag of Christendom,
War seems the answer, as scaled dragons woke.

Thought be damned, heed the word,
Temple guards, all blinded by the light,
As slothful doctrine is flung and hurled, violence unfurled,
Beyond the gates of righteousness, into the furious fight.

So ponder, what comes next?
Doth earth and sky meld as each day breaks?
Has Judaism judged every sacred text?
What if whales begin to speak, betwixt love's song, is that what lasting peace takes?

Gird your loins with peace,
Lay down your bloodied arms,
Welcome light to this glory feast,
Marvel as rainbow warriors don mystic charms.

Colour this world with glorious love,
Let truth and wisdom divinely enter,
Put away your war, remove your battle glove,
Let good hope, sweet life, dance round the sacred center.

If ebbing tides flow, then wane,
If flagrant war be ripped and torn,
If love allowed foothold and gain,
Perhaps folk might freely think, e'en speak, love's garments finally worn.

Precious love, in reality, so gaunt and fleeting,
Brotherly love, lying bleeding, by the thorny wayside,
Earthly joy cowers, inherits such a brutal beating,
As sleeping kings snore, drunk, by the warming fireside.

Gather your fragmented wits, for courageous Merlin's well is full,
Let standing forests sing, let fishes teem in thy wondrous sea,
Awake and see the light, as matadors break their swords, absolve the raging bull,
Commute folly beyond the tower gate, let dervishes twirl, pray what endless love and joy might be.

Worm Farming in the Post Modernist World (and other psychobabble)

Appeared or look at that here,
were one bill,
okay,
being,
but the more about the book,
it would work for,
well sure,
what it looks like,
cared about him,
vote because I don't feel threatened not to run,
xxxxxxx,
type stuff,
betray our friends our vistas,
just a quick what what,
now for what we're going to move your audience critical resolved,
trailer,
hasty,
ticket all old,
recovery workers,
very kind continuing shallow pools,
solution to my faithful to that is business people,
know what I used to feed these ones,
is uh . . . commenting,
heroes putting,
whether we could go I think,
heavy metal,
open it up into two worlds,
watson,
yahoo groups,
not broken donated still maneuver,
but they're working on it,
to promote here,
sturgis,
all through all the numbers must,
nearly a week,
maybe we quote him in the loop,
was stunned the world news,
political,
beholder stuff,
catalogs,
two thousand one handful,
called me and what,
don't want to do it,
is starting to be in,
posters with less,
still wet when you get down,
dundee brands or turkey harvest them,
that's where the state of,
to bail out the problems to you,
who were here where I haven't touched on yet,
next interact,
coriole,
into the,
today,
by the sword october,
charac. . . ,
acted prematurely warmth postal route,
para barbara manure,
this is fresh,
as of yesterday I was starting to go,
that we have click developed last night,
who's gonna take it,
but but in this program,
and have some worms,
uh . . . that would go along with some compost in here,
forever club,
above tacos,
texas very sa. . . ,
the orphans,
for the better stronger as well,
very good,
the recruit,
trip controller of crafting once never think,
spoiler down there,
the fact that,
our nominee one of the news,
lauren,
launched,
simpson's business loan,
and a couple of days,
welcome back,
julia,
very gross,
straight out of hell,
when the government is world,
expressing going on with welfare,
from public with the cousins on the call,
includes artists,
hard proof doll,
this one is going through all of that,
simply because,
comment,
but the kathy's don't smell at all,
bury myself to work with,
doesn't mean it's not one thirty,
somewhere within,
are losing balked,
student testimony taken materialism,
beloved what we're doing,
struggling slightly warm,
hospital number one,
broken,
was one for most of the co four years ago,
disturb thirty where,
bought off of that,
and uh . . . ,
forceful republican,
will get the field,
wants to go to a bar,
but you can see right now,
we're going with this,
always smaller rooms,
but the both motabhai see them,
believes that he wanted to,
they're like in this,
this new food,
native people involved in anything,
he was working on board,
their leaders,
political maneuver,
doesn't look like and I know,
maybe literally,
spartan networks put before they are looking for,
at the farm,
vehicle couple weeks to get through it already have,
more pressing them know what to do with,
welcome back in a couple of dates with you,
always look,
okay guys,
at uh . . . today's weather,
course of your had recommended actually,
city within certain,
you will go up,
who look like,
equivalent of three,
customers there,
uh . . . grows in accra,
and there's more to the court in at the start,
including,
but it's quicker,
personal alarms,
lauren,
who's the man there,
those menswear,
herndon virginia two of them influence,
just want to put in on the first day,
and to remember the,
the government troops to,
there's already tested,
until now,
affairs and all of these along with it,
and without buzzword reviewing,
condemned,
all of the month I think,
consisted of three,
levels drop in walked,
or if I can go that's unfair,
they're covered and on,
can't afford your own bottled water werner,
were made this,
about the girl holding her,
too,
opens fire a stick around now,
romakov the borrowers crux of the role of a problem,
but uh . . . ,
after about a weaker started their condensation,
you've got quite work,
now a fifth of the halls of stone,
pick the scope of pretty good,
middleburg here,
true,
what's up next,
okay here's what it looks like now,
who were injured and there are going to,
considers little,
little bit cicero listener,
this prints going streets doesn't it,
there's a world,
season bigger,
and the for the long-run,
it is not quite done right here with me,
pretty close,
so I'm gonna do,
close to the side,
silicon or mister lerner,
going on,
refills,
patrols will,
and it goes with the territory,
okay,
backpack,
but they were,
enough for the old want to play ball with them to do,
grant,
from org,
captain,
historical,
requested recollection.

Life in Thailand.

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Okay, I have to be honest with you. The above (poem, if it can be termed that) is not from my mind. I was you tubing 'worm farming' and the above script appeared on the screen (as closed captioning). It was so bizarre I had to copy it down and now I've decided to share the digital psychobabble with you. Now that you've read it perhaps you agree the world we live in is full of high strangeness and with each passing (digital) moment the galaxy revolves and resolves, sometimes making what seems sense, other times complete and utter spluttering and burble. Such is life (as we know it) in this post modernist world.  
Addendum : The title I gave this script is from my own thought on the subject. As well, the photo is mine (as all photos I post are). 

Wednesday, January 28, 2015


Ode To Australia

Australia slips hot, swelling into summer's cresting wave,
Humid nights thus blossom, insects chirp, keep good time,
Far across God's deep blue ocean, where courage musters brave,
Blessed magpies score one's name, aft the storm, scratched in perfect rhyme.

Too true! To wit! Twas carnal love! Across Australia's galaxy,
Sea green, reef bends light with envy, ne'er gathers spectral dust,
So proof we seek, soft spoken still, charms Euclid's vegan fallacy,
Enchanted moon deludes equation, as song lines seal tribal trust.

Cry out! Serenade Uluru's normalcy, despite nature's originality,
Still summer runs ahead, forged with bushmen's quaint respite,
Southern climes ignore the dread, while dog days bark finality,
Behold the honeyed light! Address the blessed rain! Define the dingo night.

Boomerangs and shaggy kangaroo round the lighthouse twist,
Strong Emu stride in quantum bliss, across the ruddy scarp,
Whilst Kookaburra squawk once, twice, then thrice, accost each morning mist,
Yet Yuwaalaraay poke the crimson earth, as eucalypts pluck the perch of Rosella's harp.

Rapt ratbags school the frothy schooner, jest the stickybeak,
As Koori pace the outback, and yobbos strine the thingos,
True surfies part the sea wasps, as bunyips caaarn the meek,
Bushrangers have a Captain Cook, while cobbers milk the bingos.

Come good, the jolly swagman, as summer bends the light,
Hot days swelter, bronzed spunkies sunbake on Bondi beach,
Wombats tour the back o'Bourke, while salties lurk at night,
Still Australia day, marks that summer haze, beyond Antarctic reach.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015




Hark ye! Red-shafted flickers rap and tap, mark their welcome stay,
Still now, another January's tale hath been traced and told,
Whence castled cold and snow have come, so stark this arctic fray,
Old man moon, rounded, repents, then wanes, while galaxies resist this frozen fold.

Snowflakes are falling, drift into solitary phrase,
Each flake discriminates, betwixt each narrow bend and curve,
While white Snow Buntings flock and fly, midst this winter haze,
Come days, rule time, yet rest, as Jackson sculpts with frosty verve.

Chance, to be a thaw, or deep freeze text?
Short days ramble, past Christ's December,
If peace be welcomed, if love be next,
Heaven's stars will shine, nature shall remember.

Sleek ermine hunt along the frozen stream,
Handsome deer, my friends, plow snowy forest trails,
Searching gain, browse life's sticky buds, midst winter's polar dream,
As owl and eagle shred winter air, cavort, sublime, extending feathered sails.

Hola friends! Nations rest, by way of winter's solemn sleep,
Imagine, sweet sap rising for the run, spring tonic, ever winning,
Aurora borealis, anoints the northern sky for fun, true faith shall surely keep,
January marks each purple dawn, recounting winter tales, exploring new beginning.

When I close my weary eyes, toasty by my fiery hearth, revere blazing solar disc,
Recalling perfumed summers, sweet bird song and blooming  garden flowers,
Envision warmth, partake of sunny seasons, exempt of winter's frosty risk,
Slumber long my friends, dream well this snowy Janus night, beyond Jack's glacial towers.

Monday, January 26, 2015

Love lies bleeding on the cold, stark ground,
You shut my door, you walked  away,
Forever wasn't what we'd found,
E'en though that night you said you'd stay.

Why does love ne'er last?
Love fabricated, whispers in the park,
Words broke love's spell, shipwrecked our past,
Lies you whispered, lying next to me, in the dark.

You stole my heart, you kissed my lips,
Now you're gone, deserted me,
You robbed my soul, with your loving hips,
You marched away, strove to be free.

Time shall ne'er be the same,
I'll ne'er trust sweet love again,
I've lost my way, in this loving game,
Sickened by this cold, stark rain.

I'll ne'er let love in again,
My heart, once caged, lies chained and broken,
You're wandering heart, loving other men,
Devotion failed, true lies were spoken.

So now loves over, you shan't look back,
Packed your bags, left me wand'ring, in the dark,
How can I trust, if love dare come back?
Soothe my grieving soul, e'er stroll hand in hand, through the park?

Life's ups, life's downs, all love lies bleeding,
Reluctant words will ne'er write love songs,
Pouring rain shall purge love's needing,
Cherished poems will ne'er heal love's wanton wrongs.

You strode away, turned your back on me,
Slammed love's door, deceived love's heeding,
Burned those bridges, blinded love, we see,
Scratched out love's eyes, and left love bleeding. 

Saturday, January 24, 2015


Hence the fateful time has come,
Arriving early on the morrow,
When wagging tongues be silenced, struck dumb,
Midst these darkened days of constant sorrow.

Oh wail! Burning tears fall from remorseful eyes,
Cry out! A blazing sun refutes the fall,
Yet armoured knights of yore stand tall, disguised,
Lest prophetic tales disrupt that flagrant battle call.

Oh small minds! Hearts darkened by the storm,
Wisdom runs amok across the shifting sand,
Goodness flails helpless in this rocky norm,
Courageous men seek shelter from this broken land.

Hades marks the day, awash with innocence and blood,
Demons mark the way, dispensing Caesar's coin, serving lustful shame,
Across lifeless oceans, ushering evil, this gloomy flood,
Insanity hath gripped the world, persuasive terror, in this hateful game.

Can you hear the booming? Do you see fiery dragons looming?
When scripture taints the world, when prophetic words are shamelessly corrupted,
Men shall surely lie in bloodied fields, vast armies dead, red poppies blooming,
While Eden dies, Angels weep, as Satan's villains deliver death, catastrophe erupted.

A dark horse stands, silhouetted against amber skies,
Charged by loathsome war, derived with this tempest's hand,
Despots stir heinous battle, hunting heads, dispensing cursed lies,
Yet beneath this horrid grind,
underlying this gruesome fight, 
still, the wanting kind,
seeking truth and light,
 as life is sought in every land.

Sunday, January 18, 2015


There's a wave,
Have you seen it?
There's a wave, hast ne'er strayed, out in the ocean,
Surfers have dreamed it,
There's a giant wave, rolling 'cross the wide vast ocean,
Where love is borne, so sweet and gentle,
Where joy is torn, from earth's sweet mantle,
Where gift is given, in harmonious motion.
This wave, so strong, to wit, impassioned,
This energy, we crave, so perfectly fashioned,
Ne'er cresting, rolling strong and forthright,
Ne'er resting, beyond the dawn's true torchlight,
So whence this pale, mixes with the vast,
So whence this ghost, relives the past,
Bring love's instruments, surely play,
Strum those loving strings, surely stay,
Surf that wave, let your heart be strong,
Courage friends, love is ne'er wrong,
Arise! Arise! Let the surf be moved,
Rejoice, in love, as this wave behooved.
Again! Again! Such sweet homily,
Yet next, the voice, test anomaly,
A wave! A wave! Surf this holy station,
Be still, the heart, fixed in every nation.
Avast! A wicked sea comes rolling,
Await! A wicked troll comes trolling,
Across the deep blue sea, come calling,
As love is fixed, a broken heart surfs falling.

Sunday, January 11, 2015



Come January, comforted by blessed fire, warmth from my glowing hearth,
Peeling ripe oranges, picked in climes, from far off southern trees,
Recalling songs, delighting, reciting poems of untold mirth,
Jack Frost toys, each wintry Janus day, as whales sound the seven seas.

Still, there hangs Guernica, draped on that tepid wall,
As starved young Auklets, float dead by thousands, in the wounded sea,
Pallid hell boils o'er, with wreaking stench, mixed rich, political gall,
Yet life's mistress spins, in all her ancient glory, as ancient glory be.

Wonder then, what devilish deeds are done?
Like chords struck wrong, 'cross broken strings, intoned with glory's religious hymn,
What value hast the setting sun?
If death becomes the light, all wearied, our patient eyes grow dim.

Behold! Such violent structure, venting evil's terrible due,
Cry out! As innocence is raped, discarded, on some bloodied street,
Behold! Crystal prophets, long dead and gone, parables cooked, served in rancid stew,
Such damned corruption! God himself resists, weary of this disastrous feat.

Shimmering icicles hang, from yawning eaves, dripping bloodied drops today,
Sunbeams anchor thoughts, as January's memories freeze ideas in one's head,
Glory! Believing sacred time is right, as doctrine makes its bloody play,
While dogma barks, unchained, as ugly death accompanies, in its bloody stead.

One God, creator, of this finite world,
Yet prophets told, a dime, unfold a dozen,
Bitter tales, betwixt guns and bombs, war's flags unfurled,
Blue eyes tear, fearful children slaughtered, brown eyes cheer,  'twixt embattled cousins.

Our family is wounded, tormented, battle scarred,
World leaders confused, earth's nations fixed, forever flawed,
Satan sprawls, howling, demon legions rejoice, as love is flensed, forever marred,
Folly! Seven deadly sins rule, war's terrible steed is battle shod.

What hope? Can love resolve these ancient crimes?
Courage! Resolve your heartfelt choice,
Can humankind stand? E'en flourish, in stead of ancient rhymes!
Segmented oranges, peeled naked, soothe and sate, this distant voice.