Release date for Stories of Hope

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This is a must have e-book, full of wonderful stories written by amazing writers

( I do have a story in there somewhere but not sure I would say I am an amazing writer but I am very humbled to have a story included)

I hope all of you across the world support the release of this book with all proceeds going to WWF Australian Wildlife and Nature recovery fund, and the Red Cross Disaster Relief and Recovery Fund.

Thank you!

A waking moment

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Tootgarook foreshore, Victoria, Australia  December 2019

Running in a nightmare

macrabre feelings of the end that may come

The faces of the dead becoming real

not wanting to look back

in the event that

doubting reality can be reached

Then the moment of release

When waking from the dream

brings the pleasure of knowing the defeat is behind you

To consume what is not ours

 

Chili.jpg Christmas

A time of joy and togetherness

Where the sun shines beyond comfortable

on one side of earth

or

where the sky becomes screened with white and grey

on the other

In retrospect

there has been a year

of revolving painful insecurities

leading to turning the other cheek

to a disaster of extinction of flora and fauna

all year round

forgotten at the time of celebration

 

Recorded music entices blackouts

throughout each man’s castle

at this time of year

 

Who’s got a hand on the control

Who is in control

when the death toll rises

as sea levels consume the landscape

 

The exagerated theatrical plays

constantly performed

at the same time each year by political oponents

requesting we believe

there is no change

 

When it’s gone

there’s no use crying

 

 

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The challenge of overcoming fear

allowing oneself to get closer to the edge

to summon all that the mind takes exception to

 

Means crossing an invisible line

 

Fighting the light that will break the dark

Being lonely amongst others

Is hard to digest

 

Trust once broken

leaves an emptiness that cannot be filled.

until human contact is made again

 

How we stay quiet

when the urge to scream becomes overbearing

can be brave – usually a safety valve in the recesses of thought

 

Unhealthy quiet control

can be like a steam locomotive

 choking

Remembering these times

I cry:  Someone loves you

Somewhere

Fallen Poet

This poem was written by a young forgotten Japanese poet named Misuzu Kaneko (April 11, 1903–March 10, 1930).

ARE YOU AN ECHO?

If I say, “Let’s play?”
you say, “Let’s play!”

If I say, “Stupid!”
you say, “Stupid!”

If I say, “I don’t want to play anymore,”
you say, “I don’t want to play anymore.”

And then, after a while,
becoming lonely

I say, “Sorry.”
You say, “Sorry.”

Are you just an echo?
No, you are everyone.