SO BE IT
Just returned from Canada and San Franscico
Took a holiday and went on the Rockymountaineer ( Canadian Train) thru the Rockies - great trip
here are some photo's - love the reflections.
DREAMS
My dreams at night are they reality
That I try to hide and disbelieve
Is my day light thinking recorded?
Transcended to visibility in dreams
Is my sub conscious the artist?
That paints the scenes at night
There is no sense in these dreams
The pictures are so vivid and clear
The physical so real it hurts
But what devils are playing
Inside my head and torment my heart
One world collides with the other
Day and night worlds apart
Separate times separate lives
When one true life starts at dawn
But flies away to another at night
One belongs to now the other ages past
Is dreamtime the actual time machine?
That shows us our destiny past
The lives we lived, those plans we had
To get us here in this time.
The lessons we learnt stand up
For the lessons we are learning now
So that we can go on learning
After this life is done
It has been a while - the Lord understands -
My mind wanders thru my life
Everything is fine but a little weird
Just not quite right a little insane
But my body and soul struggle with tears
Thoughts that come easy but with pain
The mind rambles thru the scenes of fear
Of past lives of death and love
Struggling to survive with reason and rhyme
Hero’s and devils speak in tongues
Of sex the hunger of man thru time
Fountain of youth a glorious retreat
Entwined in our lovers embrace
Nectar of the god’s the siren’s treat
The one act that begins the race
Searching for the sea nymph the Holy Grail
Instinct the animal driving force of lust
Evolution creating the need for love so frail
Mortality glory and rebirth develops the trust
Dreams scar the dark with pain from there
Life goes on in our thought we carry the loss
Light shows the way to the one that cares
Lessons to learn each life time a gift from the cross
Angel’s spiritual guides send by the Lord to see
From high they cry because we hurt and pain
The burdens of life they are meant to be
Be strong take the pain there is so much to gain
This lifetime this lesson is the hardest of all
The future of mankind dies if you fall.
Holden Blimp
This blimp flew over our depot this morning
The bear who went for a ride.
This little teddy bear
Was sitting without a care
In a room full of his kind
He wasn't alone so he didn't mind
In the house of bears we stayed overnight
Surrounded by these hairy little mites
Time to get in the car to go home
Opened up the door...there all alone
Was this little teddy he wanted a ride
He sat in the middle of each side
So we bought him home for a stay
A little teddy bear on his holiday
He travels so well in the back seat
His back is straight and he sticks out his feet
I think i will adopt this teddy bear
His is very quiet and has no fear
Of my driving and the traffic
I think he is quite terrific
This little teddy bear
Spring is in the air
Spring is in the air
Love should be everywhere
If only this was true
The future would not be so blue
Look around at the news
And listen to other views
Death and hate fill the pages
Tears and pain down the ages
We don’t learn from the past
How long will this old world last
Will we be left to die alone?
Terrorists bombs limbs blown
Debris and blood cover the dead
Dust and smoke over head
Peace sits on the fence
War for religion it makes no sense
Good and evil fight for the right
Ghosts and devils own the night
Scared and glad when morning comes
Soon you will hear the beating of the drums?
Dogs of war will darkened the sun
What happens when war is done?
Civilization as we know it
Or back to the Dark Age pit
Christianity or Islamic styles
Or just population dead in piles
What happened to peace for all?
Surely we saw the writing on the wall
It is only a few, do not offend
The majority will change the trend
But no - they will not
Too scared of those who preach the rot
Zealots of Islam full of hate
Can’t you see before it is too late?
Cry for your children while you can
The time will come blue turban man
Out of the east to destroy the west
Nostradameus predicted this quest
Learn from history we must
The
And now the UN is falling fast
The wrong nations pulling the strings
All countries each I vote on things
Black men who have been compromised
Rogue Countries who practice genocide
Islamic nations waging terrorist hate
Bent on eradicating the Jewish State
Nations fighting nations over the years
Leads to death, destruction and tears
Globalisation is the way to end these fears
World government for the majority appears
To be the way the world is being directed
But God help those that are being subjected
We will no longer belong to this great land
That will be bankrupted, corrupted and divested
Of all its riches, wealth and history invested.
We need to act now to stop the rot
And to opppose the devils plot
For the sake of this lands people
we visited the Bears House in Mildura last weekend
My generation is to blame
My other blog has taken up my time
My views on Islam have logged
Difficult subject principles on line
Others point of view have jogged
Memories of my youth long ago
When principles were mindset
Make love not war was the go
Flower power in the 60’s net
Coffee shops clouded in smoke
Folk singer with guitar entertains
Incense burning hiding the folk
Flowers printed on the curtains
Kaftans and shawls flower in the hair.
Long hair, Hari Cristners’ in the streets
What a time we had all fun no care
The youth of today need to retreat
Back to these times to enjoy life
Relax and ride the folk beat
Forget the pressures and strife
Of this demanding life.
Now my generation is old but not wise
Nothing is black and white anymore
The world is bleak and full of lies
Our values have all been cut to the core
Ministers of the church, doctors, police
Lawyers and Judges of the law
Have all proved to be rats and mice
Building their own nests and stuff the poor
They do not command respect these lice
My generation what have we done
What went wrong?
Too much flower too much song
We became what we protested against
Does growing from teens to thirty or more
Bring out the self interest trait
Is Power and cash all that counts anymore
What about peace and love to all
We used to care and had love to share
When and where did our principles fall?
No wonder the way of the youth today
Have problems with attitude and all
Respect has gone rot and decay
Hope for the future is in their hands
Power to them to find the way
That my generation lost whilst growing old.
River Rest at Buxton Victoria
We needed a rest, we needed a break
We needed to get out of the rat race
Off for the weekend to Buxton
Took a chance on a Cottage and won
Set on an acre with a river and all
Lots of trees mostly gums so tall
Very quiet away from the city
Could have stayed longer what a pity
Fire, red wine, Bucky pub for dinner
My wife, and our friend it was a winner
Nothing to do but relax, feet up and talk
For exercise we went for a walk
Inspected the river and looked for fish
Would like to own a place like this
The fog hid the mountains when we awoke
We lit the fire and it warmed us folk
Toast and coffee or tea if you want
Up to me if I want to shave or not
Dress in daggy old clothes who cares
Magpies at the door we all stare
Tapping on the window wanted to come in
Singing and squawking what a din
Fed them outside took a photo or two
Didn’t let them in worried about the pooh.
Then it was time to go and pack
Had to get home 100 kms down the track
We will surely go again it was the best
Great weekend at a place called River Rest
Eternal love
For the last time
The heart beats
Quiet and at peace
The brain dies alone
But does it
Where is the mind
The spirit flies
The mind and spirit
It is the same
Angels carry it away
It is the judgment day
Our lord accepts
We will live again
Rebirth new life
Lessons to learn
Shadows of the last life
Live in the new
Never forget the love
Rejoice in the next
We will meet again
Where and when
Wait cry remorse accept
Cry for your loss
And loneliness
Celebrate life our love
And passing
Birth and death
Is the way to the Lord?
The lord is the path
To eternal love.
Long Tan - Forty years ago on 18th August 1966
Brave men in jungle greens
Faced an enemy unseen
Rubber plantation in the rain
Hid the enemy but not the pain
Outnumbered twenty to one
Some were gone as the fight begun
Surrounded they hit the ground
Bullets were coming in from all around
The enemy charged in human waves
Again and again shit they were brave
Artillery shells blew the enemy to hell
No one could hear you scream and yell
Trees fell, mud flew, death in the air
Tell yourself to breath, no time for despair
Look thru your sights, shoot don’t care
If your survive then fight your ghosts
But right now you pray to the host
Body’s trembling shoot you have to kill
No time to think don’t loose your will
The stink of battle is around them all
You don’t die clean when you fall
Stay real low bullets above your head
Tracers show the flight of the lead
Cordite, concussion, flashes of light
Shit nearly out of ammo another fright
Machine guns and grenades in the rain
Wounded in the mud scream with pain
The silence is deafening on the battle field
No more bullets flying past your head
Say a prayer you are not dead
Your thoughts will never forget this place
The dead lay where they were slain
They will never have to fight again
Those that are left just wander and stare
Questions in their minds of despair
Why I lived and soldiered on my sin
But mates didn’t so what did we win
They only knew the shit had hit the fan
Be killed or kill as best as you can
So together they fought for their mates
If they must go then open the gates
Let them march into the Lords grace
Because they have seen hell in this place
I have been to the cross at Long Tan
I have laid my flowers on that sacred land
I have carried the plaque in my hand
That tells of this place and the story
Good blokes who bled and died in glory
Then placed it on the white cross at Long Tan
second hand teddy bear
I saw him sitting there this Teddy bear
I knew he was for sale he didn’t care
No clothes no ribbons just fur bare
A big snout and arms too long
Was not in proportion something wrong?
He was a little bit ugly this old bear
I should take him a way from there
He would like to go to J’s place
She has hundreds of his race
In every room they sit and stare
So he would be safe up there
Sitting on a shelf with room to spare
He may be quite rare this teddy bear
So he will go to live with his kind
Hope he will be happy we don’t mind
If J puts him in the loo to talk with Poo
Poo bear has his own seat in the visitor’s loo
He likes it when people say – hey there is poo in there
So this will be a good place for the old bear
Together they can share a similar fate
And Poo will have another good mate
Where I have been
I have left my footprints across this land
My life has allowed me to see nature so grand
Sunset and sunrise across the mountains and seas
Rain on Ayres Rock it is a sight to please
Been up to see to
On the Ghan a couple of nights we did spend
The
At Katherine thru the gorges what a view
Were laid in the cemetery we bowed our head
The
Innamincka, Strzelecki, Birdsville Pub way out far
Camped on the Cooper and saw the Dig Tree
The bush, the mulga, the forests is where I love to be.
From the city’s of the south to the ones up North
From the east to the west I have seen their worth
The beauty of the oceans, bays, rivers and billabongs
The waterways that the fish, birds and animals live a long
But across the world there are also places to be
All the lands of the world God has created for you and me
Go travel and see other lands over there
To meet the people see their history and stare
You can touch and feel the century’s old appeal
Things that were built ages ago that you can see for real
In
I have seen the remnants of the wars and the invaders camp
From
I have seen the rice paddies and the Delta’s mouth
Communisms is their way capitalism is their future
Trying to change without loosing their culture
The Rex hotel in
Were the places that I will remember and revisit when I can?
Of all the places you can go this one should be on your list
I have been to
I have seen Kilarney, and traveled a long way to
I have drank the Guinness and talked to the lepricorns
I have seen the castles, kissed the
The narrow streets of the villages where the ancient people did walk
Had plenty of laughs with the Irish and the way they talk
Have also been across the pond to
Seen the places where the queen leaves her crown
Been on the buses and seen the famous sights
Old and new, the London Eye and Big Ben under lights
The old
To the castles of old where the invaders did raid
Stayed at Cartmel a small village up near
Visited the Lakes Districts and walked many a path
Through Windermere and other old villages up north
And drove around the lakes for all we were worth
I have also been to
Drinking ale both lager and draught is the way to go
Been to the Arab Emirate’s where oil has changed the sand
Where the Sheiks have heaps of money and own the land
Tall buildings and sand storms as well
Where the rich and beggars have things to flog
Been to
In
Wonderful people happy to be alive night and day
Shopping where everything is so cheap in price
The food was good and spicy with plenty of rice
Koh Sumui, Phuket and Phi Phi we had to stay
Singha Gold was what I drank when out to play
Over to
Saw Changi Prison and the legend that will not fade
The rich population is basically Indian and expats
Good place to buy jewelry, gold and nick knacks
Good pubs and folk that have cheap things to sell
We visited there a long time before the trouble
When the radicals turned the bars to rubble
Via
Climbed up
Not much left of the ancient way of life
Just the normal large city where crime is rife
Fleeting visit to the land of the Rising Sun
24 hours not long to have some fun
Narita airport and surrounds we saw
Enjoyed the time and will be back for more
Discovered Canada by rail and car
The scenary was beautiful easily the best by far
Rockymountaimeer three routes we went
Awesome views and time well spent
We were enchanted by this magic land
Created by the lord's own hand.
The mountains, rivers and plains
Untouched wilderness no whitemans stains
Snow capped Rockies wonderful to see
Wild animals in the bush ready to flee
Back to San Franscico the city by the bay
The Golden gate bridge and the water way
The rock, the piers and the cable cars
The zig zag road the Presidio and bars
Fishermans wharf, restaurants for meals
The crowds who come to see the seals
Took Carmel to Carmel and Monterey
Saw Pebble Beach where the rich men play
Where next we go I do not know
Maybe the Long white cloud is the go
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school sport
As a kid at school I had to play sport
It was compulsory unless a note you brought
They called it PT – physical training
House teams different colors for wearing
To play against your mates
Inter school games were great
Football, cricket, volley ball
Baseball, soccer that is not all
Tennis, fencing and softball
Plus of course swimming I played them all
I didn’t have to worry about being sued
Or occupational health and being booed
I cheered our sides and barracked to win
The opposition I gave them nothing but sin
I cursed and swore at the other side
Win or lose at the end I clapped with pride
Mums and dads came to watch us play
They never came to blows and affray
The joy was in seeing their kids run around
And feeling the pride they had found
Sportsman one and all we came to play
Sure we wanted to win on the day
But as long as we wore the jumper
To play as a team was a heart pumper
It was a wonderful way to build esteem
But these days are gone taken away it seems
No more male teachers to show them how
The lady teachers want them all in side now
Kids fall down or don’t like what is said
Cannot touch the kids comfort to give
Quick chance for money sue the lot
Lawyers know how to fill the pot
Now the kids are obese and unfit
Sports are out and at computers they sit
Poor kids will never no the joy
I had playing sport as a school boy
Strangers are just friends that we haven't met
The world is filled with strangers who care
But how do you get to contact them there
Blogging seems to be the way
Of gaining new friends each day
People who have some interests that we share
Can communicate and discuss without a care
Your age, sex, body shape, color or creed
Is not a factor as we communicate unseen?
Your views can be honest as you do not have to please
But do not be rude as you will come across as a sleaze
You can show your pictures for all to see
Write stories, poetry or discuss your day – feel free
It brightens our day to have you comment
On the contents of our blog – it only takes a moment
It has to do with our ego that we share
Our world with someone who hopefully cares
With blog type friends it takes no time
You do not have to get dressed up or spend a dime
You do not travel to get some place
And to clean up your house there is no race
Your environment has no concern to us
Just your thoughts or comments are the plus
For Blogging friends are the best
When you are tied and need to rest
Hitting the keys helps clear the mind
Takes little time but helps you will find
And it brings pleasure to other folk
Either young or old like this bloke
You are there for me
I know that when I arrive home you are there
Always waiting in that place for me to share
During the day you are sometimes used
And at times you are certainly abused
I know that you want to stretch out for me
While I ride you – you fit me like a Tee
Built for comfort not for speed
Your curves are soft and bring out the need
For me to settle my body in to your embrace
And take away the pressures of the rat race
My head lies back and my body moans
I grab for that place that makes you groan
My hand lifts up that short hard pole
That settles you back and opens you whole
The feeling for me is no more care
I am sitting in my old reclining rocking chair.
Pain in your heart
In the night sky three stars in a line
Three Angels holding hands to shine
To fill the hollow in your heart and soul
And show their love and wonder too
Of how proud they are of you.
You were left with out a say
To do your thing and go your way
Not alone but lonely for
The love of the departed three
To hug and kiss the ones you miss
To sit and talk and have a cup of tea
To tell them of you day and things
Of the kids and what they did
Things that made your laugh yell or sing
Of family and friends you want to tell
With a heart and soul that cries at times
To go on living with your private hell
Ray doesn’t understand and the girls
They have their family to keep
They all say the words to try to help
But they don’t know the hurt and weep
That you go thru in your sleep.
To be left alone none of you people around
Brings you sadness but without a peep
You go on with your life surround
But the hurt, the pain in your heart
To remember the love ones you have lost
It is there every day when you start
You’re breaking heart what is the cost
To lose your parents and sister too
The last of your family alive
You now thank the Lord for being a wife
A husband and kids to hold the strings
That binds you to this time in life
Knowing that the future brings
A meeting with those that have gone before
In heaven they wait to welcome you home
Emotion
How do I describe the feeling of my mind?
My heart and my thoughts to find
To feel the emotion of man
To wonder at the ways
I show my feelings to you.
What is a thought to the heart?
It is but a way to start
The process of the love we share
It could be hurtful or gay
It may be a helping hand
Or a lesson to be learnt
What ever the act it starts the same
With a thought to the heart
Does the mind or heart spread?
The emotion instead
Of the thoughts that we think
Is in fact the thing that sets?
The emotion to flow.
I have the key you see
To answer quite exquisitely
Emotion is from the heart alone
Reaction to the sight or sound
Or even a smell could arouse
The emotional to expound
The theory of the human man
He cries he weeps for joy or sad
His heart goes to another land
Leaves behind the physical man
Flies to the mist and cloud
Where angels lend a helping hand
To smother the heart with spirit sound
That makes us love our fellow man
Culloden - the end of the clans
In 1745 the Jacobites rebellion was to end
Culloden field was where the Scots were made to pay
Bonnie Prince Charles was back on Scottish soil
To regain his crown to
The Scots would not yield it is not their way
Honor and glory went with wearing the kilt
The men were brave with sword in hand
The clans were assembled to fight that day
English soldiers fighting for their country and king
Lined up in columns and rows along the way
Hoping that if to die it would be quick and clean
And not be wounded to die slow and obscene
They heard the battle cries the highlanders sing
Kilts flying the charge began death and gore
Arrows soared thru the air death on the wing
Swallowed the land hand to hand they fought
One on one battle in battle alone to fight
Blood, sweat and tears yelling galore
Men true to their clan but filled with fright
Claymores slashed, dirks went in deep
Swords, pikes, all around war's gore
Bodies torn and cut fell to the final sleep
Then it was over they were all done
The battle was gone but revenge begun
The flag standing the battle was won
Scottish clans were decimated under the sun
Thousand lay dead on the field of glory
The Scots were defeated they ran from the field
Scottish wounded were slain where they lay
No quarter was given no one left to tell the story
The English King a lesson he did surely give
Hunted down and slaughtered was the price to pay
For the English called them traitors and they must die
The royal decree was that none shall live that fought this day
The Chieftains hung drawn and quarted their heads on display
Weapons of war and the tartan kilts were outlawed not to be worn
Death would be done if you were caught braking this law
The clans were banned and could not gather or rule no more
They were made to kneel and their loyalty they swore
To the rule of the English parliament and king
They were now under control of the lion’s claw
The feeling of the blade
WHY I COLLECT KNIVES AND SWORDS
Why am I fascinated by knives and swords?
How can I put my thoughts into words?
Is the feel of the blade the weight in my hands?
Or the power it offers in life over death where it lands
The security of having a weapon and what this can represent
Is it the glory of hand to hand fighting that I sense?
Does it link to the days of old and an ancient battle line?
Was it that comfort it gave me in my youth that I pine?
Does it open the door to this imagination of mine?
A blade in your hand on your dying day
That is the ticket to enter the warriors
King Arthur’s Camelot and the sword called Excalibur
The Mythical blades of Hector and Achilles
The Gladiators tool of trade for killing
Brave heart and his Scottish claymore
The samurai and their katana with out a flaw
The rapiers of Shakespeare – the sword of Zorro
The two edged Bowie knife at the
The pirate cutlass and the Masonic templer
The
Light Brigade 600 blades rode into the valley of death
Australian light Horse charged at
In the trenches over the top they went bayonet leading the way
For both sides cold hard steel was the order of the day
Russian Cossacks charging over the steppes in history
Riding low on their horse Shasqua pointed to glory
The Kris of Java, the Malay Bolo and pinute of the
Made for slashing jungle but used against enemies like the Japanese
The seaman’s dirk with its splicing spike and blade
K- Bar the US Marines fighting knife for
Holding a blade brings these days back in my mind
Why does it act as a light leading me to find
A violent place back in time where I should not want to be
But I feel safe and not scared as long as I have a blade with me.
So am I a weirdo and do I need to be locked up
Am I an old dog with a mind like a pup?
Or do I just accept that I am a bit physco
Does it all belong in the past and should I let it go
Do I destroy the physical weapons that I have as toys?
To help get rid of the problems when I was a boy
Maybe in previous lifetimes weapons were my thing
And I pine for this time and there is a thin string
That binds me to the place in time -
Time being the 4th dimension
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