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And the whole world is going mad
Brothers drunk
Sisters dead
The whole world is fucking mad
Another pill
A submissive god
Things have gone too far
Erratic doctor
The egotistical footballer
Egotistical society
In her black sports car
The whole world has gone mad

And a voice calls out
As if from dream
Coloured blue
And it is my voice
Telling me of peace
To take comfort
Of love
And of the light three doors up
I go looking
for 16 years
now it's 18

You do the maths


Thanks for coming on the ride
I mean that

Boss

Hi Boss,
"as if from dream coloured blue" Beautiful stuff Boss!
I love the healthy mood swing in this poem.

A mate of mine wrote a poem he called "Plank".

It is about a dream/vision he had about himself. He was standing on both ends of a see'saw at the same time,
" shouting at myself from both ends"
until he ran out of fury and ended up in the middle
"as some-one I never knew"
quiet and at peace. He says that writing it was a positive turning point for him through what Carl Jung would call his "confrontation with the unconscious". We are both big fans of Jung and his " process of individuation ".
My poet friend has written many mystical poems and this is one of his favourites.
When I put my hands on his book, (he has 2 published and is working on a 3rd) of poetry I will post a copy of "Plank" on the forum for you.
You will love his work. He is a kindred spirit of ours.
Keep writing Boss. Mat James.

Boss,

Poems can be final in that they are written; kind of a closure of a
moment. But you never really know in what ways they'll shed
new light, possibilities and hope when looking back at them.
Good poems, you know, Boss, don't come from the intellect
as much as from the heart. And poetry from the heart, like
this one, shows a heart that can feel. Hearts that can feel
are hearts that can heal. Let's get on with the healing and
please continue to take us along for the ride. I, for one,
want to be there for it.

...ER..R..R..UH...You're not planning to crouch toward Bethleham anytime too soon are you Boss..?

I hope this isn't interpreted as being sexist because I don't mean for it to be, yet 'maybe' it is[?]... still, I'm very touched by the male support that Boss continues to get with his open and vulnerable writing on this Forum. Perhaps, that shouldn't be 'too' surprizing, given where we're at; yet, I'm touched by it.

Thanks, guys... for being there.

I enjoyed your poem, too, Boss... and appreciate the comments of the others.


~ Lizzy

...Hey ! A stowaway..!!!


You were gone so long Lizzy that I thought maybe you went back to wrestlin' gators

Not to say I'm not still doin' it here, SWITZ .


~ Lizzy

I found the poem I mentioned to you Boss. It is by P.R.Eason. He visited my home a week ago and we had a great time sauntering through writers mystic.
I can't refer you to Pete's site as he doesn't have one. So I will place a copy here.

Plank

There is a long plank
I'm standing at both ends
I'm shouting at myself
From both ends
All about are planks
On every one
I'm standing at both ends
I'm standing
And shouting at myself

The planks see-saw
I'm shouting at myself
From high ends
I'm shouting at myself
From low ends

They switch poles
And I'm shouting at myself
From foreign ends

They spin
And I don't know
How I'm standing
And I'm still shouting

All the while
In the middle
Of each plank
My voices mingle
Meld and balance
And I'm sitting
Sitting in the centre
Sitting
As someone
I never new
And silent.

It takes/saunters me to that old testament quote:
"Be still, and know that I AM"

It is a great journey we tread. Mat.

G'day,

I made a mistake, a fundamental one. We all make 'em. I'm not quite ready to abandon ship after a good think over the weekend. Mat, I liked The Plank - it had mystic overtones. It's just that like Steven wrote, I think I write from a different centre. You can have more than one centre. Mystic is not me. I've always expressed pain and rage and love and loss in a more raw fashion. That is my 'style'. I have no claim to fame as a person of any literary stature. I follow my gut instinct whether one likes the simplicity or not.

Lizzy, what are you doin' in here?? We have a battle to fight; men. Okay, if you ladies insist. Who we fighting ? NON LOVE. And it is no walk in the park. I tell you this true as today is 4/9/13,700,000,020

Boss

The crocodile man got stung in the chest/heart today by a sting-ray off the Queensland coast,,, and died.
Steve Irwin was a real Aussie icon and a top bloke. We will miss him.

Life is strange. He fought crocodiles most of his life and survived every bout then a sting-ray took him by surprise, and that is it. All over red rover

Yep that was a shocker this morning....I liked the postcard that said "Steve, from all of God's creatures, thank you, rest in peace".

Bit quick for them to be making postcards isn't it Kush?

Capitalism gone mad. The poor bloke's only just passed on.

You taking the piss out of Steve Irwin?

Guess a million others died yesterday too.

Many preventable.

That's Life on Mother Earth.

Tell me Kush, you tasted death.

Considered what absolute horror Steve Irwin's kids will go through?

Or a kid in Bangladesh goes through all day watching her mother die?

Ever tasted it mate?

Of those who sacrificed themselves for you?

Tell me, have you tasted it??

Get this postcard shit from the screen will you

I'm led to believe that there is no known cure for Tourette's...


Steve Irwin was a true adventurer who lived on the frontier where now there are few frontiers left. Someone who lived on the edge and took us along with him upclose to dangerous creatures. He did things we wouldn't dream of doing yet those were his dreams that he dared to dream.


switz

The postcard remark was misinterpreted. Somebody left a postcard or card at the Australia Zoo with those words on it.

No worries Kush.
They sometimes call me Accusatory Adam.

Take care mate
Boss