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the grieving island
I was watching the news about a month ago seeing the devastation in Samoa. As they were interviewing many of the locals about losing their loved ones and just the absolute massacre of their peaceful oceanside lives, I was completely humbled with the integrity that they grieved. I wrote a song about a few of the stories that I heard, and the lyrics ( Read more... ) -
Live lightly child, live gently
You were walking asking questions of the night. You were soothed by its patience and you did not demand but gave freely of your energy and thoughts. You asked the purpose for such feeling and such weakness, such strength of passion but such absence of resolve. Why you so much of both you asked?
Night time was silent, but for the bruised mulberries ( Read more... ) -
Painter Preacher Man
Painter preacher man
your gospel tool belt, weathered hand
your night time face
lightin' on up the narrow space
You're a changing preacher man
mowin over lawns for Sydney town man
whose driving his age away for a little grain
and you're already home 'fore the rain
Preacher painter man
he's got himself a' last some time
no debt to no man
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Like a fairy with an important message Nietzsche got to tell the world that God was dead. I get that. I don't have trouble understanding that. What I have trouble understanding is what comes next; The part where Nietzsche died because God said. And what message laden fairy now bears that little story? -
to echo and sit and dine with the sun
I had been asleep for three hours when I awoke. it was now edging midnight. The same torrent of fire started going through me and I was at its mercy. Father came to me. For the first time, Father came to me. He closed the door gently so Mother wouldn't wake. She woke, and we both knew she would, but it is kind to consider her anyway. He came to my ( Read more... ) -
A poppy for your thoughts
Poppies represent hope; naturally wrinkled, wilted and fragile, but beaming up out of the ground with intent. They are quiet and not self seeking.
They are like stolen glances at a shy young girl who does not yet know her beauty; unpoisoned.
They are born of rocky places and death and struggle. They do not use this as an excuse to remain dorment, ( Read more... ) -
copper hot and rocking horses
If I could just sleep I would be free from this heart that won't stop its beating. And in my dreams I would be asleep there too and noone would be calling, and there's no way I'd be falling for the same old tricks that I did when I was awake. And if I were to dream, which I wouldnt, but if I were to, it would only be of rocking horses carved with ( Read more... ) -
Why lie?... I want a beer
Went to a church for the homeless last Friday and found myself crying and laughing more than I have in a long time...mostly humbled that those who beg and hide in shadows for all of their lives, could teach me so much about humour, about peace, about having nothing yet posessing everything. They are the people with enough pain to send a complaint ( Read more... )
