Friday, February 26, 2016

Sew !



Things happen

Unknown

Like missing a bus

You will still get

Where you need to be.


Things happen

in the dark

A slamming door

Or ships in the night

Bumping at their moors.


Things happen

When I am alone

What little I had to do

To undo the knitted destiny


That I have become.

Strife

So the united free post wall of Berlin world has a new scourge

Immigrants or emigrants, depending on which side of the border you reside in.

Like the unexpected proliferation of bed lice begun in the 60's

By the advertising moguls of the jet age generation.


Had it not been for tourists there would be no international spending

On the luxury of travel and all the internal delights of a country

Damned on outsourcing all it's history and culture and sights

To the detriment of all it's citizens.


Too many countries have been built with the hard labour of the unemployed

Striving to build a better and safer place to live

While escaping the persecution and derision offered by their oppressors

Escaping to a better offering and just grateful to have their lives.


And now the oppressors seem to have failed in their duties to deliver a future

Hordes descend from the mountains of faith to the plains of platitude

That echo in the hollow chambers of democracy

So proudly ensconced in the fables of ancient Greece.


Like the bedbugs of yore and the viral bugs of the apocalypse

Plagues of peoples spread as refugees across our lands

There are many who seek solace but there are many who carry knives in their hands

And they wait for our back to turn whilst they smile and mill around.


Tuesday, February 23, 2016

School Crossings

Hi Earthlings,do you feel you do not belong?

Is there anybody out there ?

Get ready with your whips and chains and be ready to crucify the masters you used to adore.

Welcome to the Spanish Inquisition (2).

.....so cardinal Pell, the Ballarat Monkey stroker is ensconced in the Vatican as an accountant - this has to be a joke ?

He seems to have conveniently erased from his memory any account (joke) of covering his brothers of the lord from frucking up little adults entrusted to his care.

When convenient, his church flies many flags, varying from business to shepherds, but never disclosing that the catholic church is the richest institution on the planet.

And now, glory of glories, he is finally called to account (ha) to give his version of paedophile history to the Royal Co mission.

And behold, the Lord has spoken. His whereabouts during the inquisitory are now disclosed and a legion of complainants will flock to the address.

Oh forsake thee heathens. Little do they realise that they are pawns wriggling within the machinations of that church.

*This must be the greatest swindle the catholic church has ever organised in order to save their pretty sacramental robes and the coins in the vault, steadily accumulating since the inquisition.

I forecast that the commission will need to to deal with an abortion of the legal process because of the unprecedented public display on the occasion.

*Beautiful marketing, awesome strategy, precise accounting.

There will be no accountability, there will be only a loss of memory, the statute of limitations has expired - they have been caught out of time.

And my plea is to all the afflicted complainants and worthy protesters is - STOP NOW. Put down your weapons and go home. No justice will be served by your wanton interruption.

You are playing directly into the hands of your oppressors. Let justice be done. Do not give your authority to a higher power - you will only encourage the perversion of justice.

Go home. You fight the illusory enemy. It is the system you should fight. And then seek rights for those who have been deceived by those who worship democracy as a god.

He is a false idol.


Sunday, October 25, 2015

Orifice

Good evening officer

Please, why are you here ?

Is it as it may you are appointed

By an anonymous decree.


Do my neighbours have a problem

Or are they sad

That they lack the fortitude

And the guts to object.


I suffer compassion for those who fear

So many principals

They hold dear

Entrails overcome by tears.


Let those alone who suffer

Placate their heart

There are many more who strive

To shed the shackles that circle their heart.



Saturday, October 24, 2015

Cord




The mirror on my door as a wall
Has slipped to half my height.
I need to crouch to see
What mother nature left me
A knot from my umbilical cord.

The stage has been set
I can only play me.
There is no need to observe
My audience is free
To judge and dissect my internal.

At a place and time of my decision
I have no right to be here
Only by divine intervention
Do I proclaim my insanity
Place me in a box and I will finally be free.

Monday, October 12, 2015

Cucumber

I have two cucumbers here

And an electric toothbrush that I fear.

I have an erection under way

Costing me over a thousand dollars a day.


I have an obsession with making decisions

That may make it easy for me

To lubricate my way

In my search for you.


I have a field of monuments

Erected daily to fuel my greed

Wet and greasy nights dealing the blues

Endless nightmares dreaming of you.


I have an arrangement of tools

Endlessly charged to help make you happy

Just take a walk to my counter

Swaying your hips but just make it snappy.


I know a party of fools

Who drool over young girls in schools

But this is not how I think of you

My love for you is hard statuesque and true.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Economy Shopping

It seems better to operate my time
With two beers on the go rather than one.

Spending my time lubricating egos
Rather than my own.

Oh I know so that I want to be home
Juicing my ego all alone.

Sometimes I wonder and I atone
Many things bother me about what I should have known.

So many questions so many tones
And so many shades of colours of things I don't know.

About so many things I could have left alone.
But I economise and shop on my own.

Racing through the aisles of my life
And my memories that are
So much a part of me
Traipsing the aisles of a deserted Aldi.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Pet Peevs - Part 2.

Hi. Today's thing that really peevs me off.

Or....Things that push my Brownie the wrong way - Part 2

There seems to be an element of suspicious Crowd Sourcing or maybe call it Crowd Flashing in Middle Eastern European countries - I call it the Sand Belt.

Why oh why does the Western Media insist on depicting the grief felt by inhabitants of the Sand Belt ( that is all those countries between Turkey and India ) by filming "grab-bites" of emotionally stricken elderly or middle aged women who have suddenly become childless due to some unexpected missile or random bomb attack.

This Religious War has been operating for thousands of years in that area.
Please explain to me why there are no trees, no visible street, pavement or any signs of an emerging civilized urban structure.
Please convince me that these people are not living in a desert that once supported a thriving ancient civilization that dominated half of the known world because they and other greedy Western pseudo Democracy's wanted to rape the geography of the land in the pursuit of oil money.

You need only study the efforts of the British Empire to conquer and divide the Sand Belt ( with the help of Lawrence of Arabia and the Turkish Government ) in the early 1900's to realise that it was all an attempt to legitimize the interests of British Petroleum, still known today as BP.

But enough of my history lecture - I have rambled on to illustrate my point.

I'm fully done with seeing grieving scarf clad women in tears and men dressed in white sheets and billowing pantaloons splattered with blood. I'm bored with seeing the remains of mutilated innocents worshiped as idols whilst being lifted with wooden poles into retro makeshift ambulances.

Give me the real movie. The one that ridicules the Sand Belt governments as Poverty Merchants who prostitute their populace as ignorant peasants. The documentary that depicts the Sand Belt as trying to support a civilization that is not very civilized and one that insists on continuing a war based on religious division that is slowly but determinedly infecting the rest of the world with its fucked up ideologies.

Goodbye.

Pet Peevs - Part 1.

Today's list of things that peev me off :

1 - "trends are moving forwards".......well, duh, that's what a trend is. It's an increasing occurrence.

2 - "down the track".......how about 'up the track' or 'no track', or how about 'up shit creek in a barb wire canoe'. Maybe, 'in the future' might suffice ?

3 - Why is it that mankind can land 12 people who walked on the moon in 3 years since 1969 and yet I still can't make a reliable mobile phone call between Heallesville and Belgrave, or Croydon and Rosebud. Is technology going backwards ?

4 - The amount of money spent by the US on Iraq / Iran wars since 2001 = One Trillion Dollars = If you spent $1 million a day since Jesus was born, you would have not spent $1 trillion by now. No wonder the world and especially the US is in a financial depression.......and meanwhile there are still starving, uneducated, homeless people the world over !

5 - People suffering the floods in Northern NSW are having to wait eight working days for the Insurance Assessors to attend. What ? are they traveling by friggin' horse ? 8 working days really means a fortnight, what? How come the Stock Exchange operates 7 days a week, isn't that working ? And isn't Sunday a Thursday somewhere else in the world ?

6 - 100 kmh speed signs. That is actually 62 mph old school, not very fast at all. A horse trots at around 9 mph and a person walks at about 3 mph. If speed limits continue to be lowered we might as well all learn to crawl - and get booked for it !

7 - What is the fascination with watching bicycle racing on tv ? Is it for the rippling bodies under shiny lycra or is it for the view of those shiny man-bums. No, it's really for the thrill of waiting for a spill and seeing all that shiny plastic melt into their skin as they hit the bitumen. Silly fuckers. And have they never heard heard of the increased risk of genital cancer and lower sperm counts as a result of a bound and heated up pocket rocket package ?

8 - What are bicyclists doing on roads anyway ? It's only a result of legislation banning them from footpaths because they were a danger to pedestrians. But now they're a friggin' danger to other motorists. And they pay no registration, have their own shiny-bum bike lanes and don't obey the road rules !

9 - "transparency',,,,,actually means that you can see right through it all the way. to the bullshit. So how does that make it any better than real bullshit ?

10 - "yes /no"..........actually techno-speak for "yes I agree with you but I can't wait for you to shut up so that I can have my say".

..............and that's only today !

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Dog Tired

“My dog doesn't understand curtains

of which that much he is certain

to do much in a circle

when he beds down

pawing at a circle

when he spreads his friendship around


My dog thinks he is humane

but he will dead a fucked wall

in his name

as a totem is stationary

but not in a context he can right

as long as he has enough support

to carry on through the night.


My dog is an animal

it's a thing of which I have a handle

on a spatula to flip a sample

of a flying duck of how much I care

I wish you had of been there

to say goodbye on a flying fuck.”

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Sunday, May 17, 2015

'I' for indecision.

“My dog doesn't understand curtains

of which that much he is certain

to do much in a circle

when he beds down

pawing at a circle

when he spreads his friendship around


My dog thinks he is humane

but he will dead a fucked wall

in his name

as a totem is stationary

but not in a context he can right

as long as he has enough support

to carry on through the night.


My dog is an animal

it's a thing of which I have a handle

on a spatula to flip a sample

of a flying duck of how much I care

I wish you had of been there

to say goodbye on a flying fuck.”




Sunday, April 26, 2015

The MK Beer Diet

Forget the Ahhhhh Bra, forget Bambillo. Hold your chest up high and sleep well at night - welcome into your life the MK BEER DIET.

Step 1 - Wake in the morning with your head feeling like a rock and look in your wallet or purse.
Step 2 - Assume that the amount of cash missing is directly proportional to the amount of alcohol consumed.
Step 3 - Closely inspect car for parking tickets, incurred driving damage and volume of CD player.
Step 4 - Remind self that you will never ever drink like that again.
Step 5 - Remain in bed carefully inspecting the blackspots of the night before.
Step 6 - Decide to have no breakfast due to rolling stomach.
Step 7 - Pass on lunch because your belly has become a muffin top.
Step 8 - At 3 o'clock in the afternoon resolve that you are not an alcoholic and inspect remaining contents of wallet.
Step 9 - Walk dog being careful to avoid a detour to the liquor store.
Step 10 - Return home and carefully place broken down slab into fridge.
Step 11 - Crack three cans at once and place them at strategic places throughout the house.
Step 12 - Develop simultaneous memory and loss of memory skills by losing and finding the above     mentioned cans.
Step 13 - Pass on dinner because self is too wasted to cook.
Step 14 - Justify loss of appetite by considering that your alcoholism is a reward and not a failure.
Step 15 - Turn music up to volume 11 because you are suddenly deaf.
Step 16 - Awake in the early hours of the morning wondering who drank all your beer.
Step 17 - Partake of a nightcap (for medicinal purposes only) and pass out.
Step 18 - Repeat steps 1 to 17.

Good luck.

*Please note that the above mentioned diet is recommended for professional drinkers only. It is not advisable for minors or pregnant women to undertake this program.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Jesuz Street

I can pace my whole loungeroom far and wide

searching for a drink of beer that I misplaced

looking high and look low I cannot find that witch I know.


She is here somewhere I placed

but I cannot find in my emotional disgrace

the street where I left her and my steps I cannot retrace.


I have crawled on the floor following the threads

my heart is displaced from your womb

there is no choice but to follow my soul to its tomb.


Sometimes I wish to make a platter

a spread of all your earthly delights

just something soft and juicy to get me through the night.


A jealous man I may be

but give me your love and open your heart

you may be surprised of how we managed to spend so much time apart.


Do not display your breasts in all their glory

all I want to do is abandon myself to their valley

and fall to my knees in awe of your beauty.


I have a ticket to ride and I have paid the price

for a fare on the road to paradise

yet you tease me and leave me with no choice.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

A Natural Born Loser

So, you say

you are a natural born loser

shame on you, as you let your life run away

with all your choices

and yet you chose to be a chooser.


Take away my alternatives and you take away yours

give me the point of a knife

and I will show you too many doors.

scream in pain

as you may be an alliterate pig

pegged on all fours.


You can't help but display

oh my golly someone shoulda' had you splayed.

and yet you flaunt your disgusting for me

let everyone see how not you could be

maybe your mum and dad would be dismayed.


So you say I'm a natural born user

as you, idling by

take the choices in life

as is your easy.

passing from the womb to the grave.


Are you really that sure of all the choices you made

that you chose the best to be on display.

go to your altar and genuflect

reminisce on all the choices you reject

pass over all your rights and

piss on everything within your sight.


Do you wanna' be a dog, be a slave

pack your belongings in disarray

we're leaving today on the first train that may

take a long journey past all that you delayed.

on a fast track to nowhere.












Strange

Isn't it strange how you pay so much to get your head in place

and yet you end up back in the same place

with a headache and an empty wallet.


I wished you had of placed me in a place

 where I was your king instead of being your slave.


Oh would give anything to be a bird, but I can't help but feel

 that you clip my wings - what is this love that makes me feel so many things?


No, but I am too attentive to my mood too keep my head focused on my attitude.

I am no longer playing with whatever it takes, my heart is sorely punctured by your stakes.

Excrement.

I have a hair growing from my ear. It bothers me.

 I would understand hairs if it had sprouted from my groin. Or my nose or my bum. But it bothers me because most folks don't closely survey my nether regions.

But not just most folks are want to probe so close or inquire of my errant hair status.

In fact it is a fact that those persons who did in fact cause my body to be so prone upon such inspection, that they ever did survive to tell the tale.

If this were the tale of the tortoise versus the hare then it would be true to say that those who rise early to greet the lark are those who retire early and are afraid of the dark. But I digress.

So I be here to tell the tale of the poison that lurks within and flows for ever alone and stark.

Once upon a time there was a tube of toothpaste. It sat on the shelf in the bathroom of the house I shared with my parents. I had issues unresolved at the time so I must concede it was their home.

It was purchased for a pittance but interest was cheap, so they paid in increments for the company they keep.

But every now and then I needed to empty my bowels. It was a necessity to maintain the body with which I sleep, so I derived some satisfaction from counting colours.

It was a challenge

Confusion

Are you done with stealing every thing off me

your paridograms and your parallelograms

they are your way of letting me know it's usual

to use your expression of fate that I might not relate to

everything that I think is normal.


While the vapours of your illusion

they seem to complete my illusion

and let me sleep with my decaying confusion.


I have no fear why I am here

except that I be a mathematical delusion

that compels me to believe

that my faith is a complete illusion..


Do you often delay the strokes of your fork

allowing me a sense of confusion

whilst you know that I will follow

my innate sense of self of retribution.


Please follow me god

for you know what of I am made of

I and yet it's best not to be delayed

from the stitches that remain frayed..


And you expect me to be slow

with my decision - because you know

that my fate will get even

with this mortal soul I am leaving.

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Passage.


I just want to get drunk
and let the world
look after me
but it won't.

I can't afford the Ferryman
to take me across the void
past all I need
and all that I don't.

It is all I can't afford.
and all the the debts I don't want
except dipping me naked
in the font.

Grab my Achilles
like you grab my dick
and offer me many choices
of all I can't pick.

Your passage of rites
it belies me fame
and try as I may
the game ends the same.

Almighty provider
why do you jest
with my long life
when I have a difficulty to rest.

I take my my steps
with utmost care
why do you tease me
with all that I know is not there.

And try as I may
to comprehend
and play the chords
when will this journey end ?

This symphony so pretty
is tiresome my Lord
I have already spent
all I can afford.

Am I the result
of your intentions
to cast me astray
when you know that solitary I will stay.

And you will beckon me
I know, from my grave
so why is it not sufficient
for me to be so efficient ?

I take so much care
why not do you ?

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Dogs are the Best People.

Four paws do not make a human, we are bi-pedal. Two limbs do not make a dog, we need four....?
I recently read this thing about ten things you can do to be happier, but I have my own version - - read this:
http://www.lifehacker.com.au/2013/08/ten-things-you-can-do-to-be-happier-backed-by-science/.........and then read mine -
1. Get out of bed.
2. Have a Nanna nap.
3. Stop working so much.
4. Tell your family that they really shit you.
5. Buy a tent.
6. Be nice to all dogs.
7. Say the word "fantastic".
8. Take LSD.
9. Learn to say "sorry".
10. Learn to say "thankyou".

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

The Boston Bombings - One Man's Action can Change the World.

One man's action can change the world, the actions of two men can ruin the world.

There is currently much contention over the capture of and motives of the Boston Marathon bombers. These two young adults and the idealism that inspired them to commit such an atrocious act will be studied for years to come.

I am particularly interested in an article by Adrianna Huffington and in particular her statement "A lot of the who, what, where and how of the bombing and what led up to it have already been answered and, no doubt, more details will eventually be filled in. The why, however, is the more elusive question. But it's also a crucial one. And the why we need answered has to do with more than just questions about Chechnya and Russia, and the conflict between the two. We also need to know why we have so many disaffected young men in our culture, and what compels them to act out that disaffection in violent ways".

I am amused that some of the lessons of history seem to have not been learnt and if we do not learn of our mistakes from the past then we are doomed to repeat them.

Regardless of ideologies and motivation this act is reminiscent of a previous act of terror in Russia. The names of the people involved have similarities. The Russian Tsarnev brothers launched an attack on the public in Boston in a manner similar to an attack by two young adults on the Tsar of Russia in St. Petersburg on March 13, 1881. On this day, a 20 year old anarchist  named Nikolai Rysakov tossed a bomb under the carriage horses of Tsar Alexander II's procession as his bullet proof carriage travelled along the Catherine Canal heading for the Pevchevsky bridge. The blast did not destroy the carriage and Alexander was determined to alight from his carriage and comfort the wounded. Alexander made the sign of the cross and said "Thank God, I am not wounded" and immediately another man cried out "It is too early to thank God" as he ran towards the Tsar and tossed a bomb between his legs. The man was 25 year old Ignacy Hryniewiecki and he fatally wounded the Tsar.

The trauma of his assassination would define the next two reigns of  his son Alexander III and his grandson Nicholas II. Alexander II had ruled as an anomaly. He had ended centuries of tradition by liberating Russia's serfs and was determined to establish representative government in Russia. His two successors did not reverse the emancipation of the serfs and they turned back every other progressive initiative Alexander II had attempted. Russia returned to absolute autocracy until the Bolshevik Revolution of 1918. Thirty-six years of repressive imperial rule was followed by seventy-two years of Communist dictatorship were the direct consequence of two home-made grenades.

Does any of this have a familiar ring to it? 

This twin bombing of April 15 has been labelled an act of terrorism by President Obama and the South Carolina Republican Senator Lindsey Graham said: "Either our laws are insufficient or the FBI failed, but we're at war with radical Islamists and we need to up our game." Apparently the FBI may have also misspelt a name and the Tsarnev brothers slipped through the surveillance net. Their surname may be Tsarnaev or Tsarnaeva depending on which reports you read. Tamerlan the older now deceased brother at 26 had already been questioned by the FBI in 2011 and had travelled to Moscow in 2012. The younger surviving brother, Dzhokhar was a dedicated medical student who hoped to become a brain surgeon.

Maybe someone should show him pictures of the carnage he caused so that he can use the experience and new knowledge of how bodies look after suffering from explosive damage in his thesis on brain surgery. But I'm sure that the entry procedure to medical school will be more comprehensive than the FBI screening procedure. He might want to consider enrolling with the aviation training school that offered flight simulation training to some of the perpetrators of the Twin Tower's destruction of 9/11. Jeez, he might even take an advanced spelling course to correct his twittering : "Recent entries on what is reported to be his Twitter feed - @J-tsar - include "I'm a stress free kind of guy" on 17 April and "There are people that know the truth but stay silent & there are people that speak the truth but we don't hear them cuz they're the minority", on 16 April.

But this event will be a bonanza for the conspiracy theorists. Mr. Tsarnaev has already told the BBC that the secret services has framed his sons. Is this an attempt by the authorities to heighten our fear of "acts of terrorism" and seek our approval for the introduction of more screening, bugging and surveillance activities that bring us under more control of "big brother"? We are already living in a new age of the "new world order". There is an article suggesting three possible lines of inquiry and they all involve terrorists. There is a web site airing photographs apparently showing the appearance of a mystery unmarked van and men wearing indistinguishable uniforms before and after the bombings, as evidence of a conspiracy. Tamerlan had been tracked by Russian authorities who had warned the FBI in 2011 that he was a "follower of radical Islam". He may also be linked to a triple murder and has a record of domestic violence. It's fortuitous that allegged terrorists are also so incompetent that they cannot use handtools or check their weapons as it seems like another inconvenient inconsistency regarding evidence that 'Federal investigators are trying to trace the handgun, a 9mm Ruger, that the elder Tsarnaev used in the shootout. Two law enforcement officials said that an attempt was made to erase the serial number on the gun and that experts have been unable to restore all eight digits'.   

 I'm surprised that when considering the recent attention on North Korea, that the brothers have not been linked in some way to that state of political unrest. Maybe the brothers can be linked to any of the groups listed on the Canadian website Currently Listed Entities.

However, the bombing event of 1881 seems to have some similarities. The names Tsar and Tsarnev are similar, as is the ages of the perpetrators in both instances, and the Russian connection. It may have occured 132 years and 1 month ago but it did indeed change the political climate of the world and exaberate social tension until the fall of the Berlin Wall. Lisa Miller, writing in New York magazine summed it up well - "Evil may not have a single face, but it can be reliably found within one kind of body: that of an angry man in his late teens or twenties,"  "Angry. Young. Men. The description doesn't explain the motivations behind every notorious bloodbath, but it's a place to start -- perhaps the only place to start."
http://nymag.com/news/intelligencer/male-rage-2013-4/

Maybe it is that angry young men are the only people with the conviction and fortitude to perpetrate such acts. Within their first thirty years of life they have experienced innocence, education, awareness and disillusion, well before the stabilising and potentially demoralising effects of lack of education, divorce, demanding work, unemployment, debt, desperation and instability set in. Maybe these angry young men are the only people who actually follow through with their convictions in an attempt to bring awareness to their own insecurities and the plight of their fellows.

I'm not advocating acts of terrorism nor encouraging conspiracy theories but I'm ever vigilant since the destruction of the Twin Towers in New York in 2001. Too many laws have been passed by England, Australia and the USA that while seeming to protect us from radical thinkers and their actions may actually impede our democratic progress and our individual rights.

It's encouraging to see and hear debate regarding our freedoms and their stricture. It's reassuring to hear words relating to our democracy such as identification, legitimate, intelligence, surveillance, privacy, security and safeguards included in an article with legitimate questions embracing our paranoia.

Sometimes there are things we must do and sometimes there are things we need to do. I think the key to our successful democratic civilization is to find the correct balance between the two.
"The right things to do are those that keep our violence in abeyance; the wrong things are those that bring it to the fore".
Robert J. Sawyer, "Calculating God", 2000
Canadian science fiction writer (1960 - )