After the Fall
Heath Banksia, Victoria, Australia
You lived your life as a single flower,
from bud
to
eflorescence
You lived your life as a single flower,
from bud
to
eflorescence
Visibility and control is often contained by an emotional frame
Inhale
Exhale
The mortal temperate is intense and unrelenting
until internal energy increases reactions
creating a false outlook
Inhale
Exhale
The malignant person within
echos the silent warning of regret
within the walls where thoughts
bring things that might happen to life
Inhale
Exhale
Unforseen behind the thick canopy of the wild creeping perennial grey matter
imagination begins to snake it’s dark tendrils
similar in texture and composition
to ink splatter across the artists canvas
Inhale
Exhale
Here lies within the reality of not being the daffodil or tulip type
but the hidden nightmare
that has been carried for years
Inhale
Exhale
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
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
There is a limited amount of time
between the stages in life
childhood………adolesence………. maturity
Milestones that connect and overlap
Threaded dimentions interlocking with other human emotional stages
Repeated painful cycles periodically occuring
over and over
through stages of life that we cannot understand
No proof of their existence
No denial of their existence
Only self testimony after realisation of their existence
If only the badge we place upon ourselves could be changed
We could feel like the goal keeper
Like those who found the warrior within
who learned control
While reading your letter
I found the purpose behind
the non-verbal approach
The lines of words lead me to believe:
Respect can lead to honesty
Without the need of power over others
Our diversity can lead to the embrace of empathy ………..
The responsibility of human rights belongs to all individuals on earth
Here amongst the timbered hills of my memories
Winter can lead to penetrating cold when alone
Our dissociation creates an interval
where we question one’s own existence
Turning a page
I realise you have taken the lead
Hoping yourself will be on the same wavelength with those isolated
You have become the student of human affairs
The seed bearer
The finest of Individuals
Intensified bloom
Reproduced imagery
Descending into turbulence
searching for a clearing
my mind converting a breath
into a heavy burden
whilst traveling to my lungs
Your unnerving facial expression
exhibiting perpetual criticism
toward human representatives
A public exposure of your disregard
and discontent of those that try and work beside you.
But your crime will be revealed as the solidarity grows
You will be defeated
I was fortunate to be invited to an Indigenous smoking ceremony to celebrate Living Culture celebrating the incorporation as a NGO. The ceremony was performed by Adam Maggenis to protect those there against the “spears from other tribes”. It was just before dusk (sorry for the brightness of the setting sun – used my iPhone). It was organised by Lionel Lauch – Living Culture – the Indigenous caretaker of the land at a place called “The Briars” on the Mornington Peninsula.
The smell of the burning native plants representing Mother, Family and the Earth was intoxicating and gave each person there a distinct connection to the natural environment surrounding us.
Later the famous Archie Roach who is of the stolen generation sang a few songs –
“If you are facing in the right direction, all you need to do is keep on walking.” Budda