my ghosts were friendly not,
stood round me bed forget me, got,
when i blocked em out those few,
shut off the third eye view,
didna want them hot-en-tots ...
Don
Aussie stood in his chaff bag kilt,
bandy knees, didna give it, it's tilt,
the steam was arising too,
just come from woolloloo,
shiela said "man, Gawd but he's built."
thanks Dave Williams....
Nette,
if ya got it flaunt it,
some shiela said that's torn, wit,
Aussie kilts are yet denied,
though we have the Scottish pride,
just a promise it will fit:)
Don Johnson
It's been real
but not really
the dance was a frenzy of
bright lights and somethin' we
inhaled
YOU
thought you were impressing me
I
thought you knew you didn't have to
thought you respected me nuff to get
it
that I wudna be hangin' out there like that
with you
If I didna wanna
oh well...
is nice that we can be friends
since we love each other so.
Pouncing
An azure sky was overhead,
The goats n fowls had gone to bed
Cos it was getting darkly,
Me memory of it isna clear
I didna even suck no beer,
Just getting a bit sarky.
I went to look, but she had gone,
The sulky, silky bat, had flown,
It hurt, not too much, so starkly
I wouldna, didna, want her home,
Me little bat returned alone,
Talkin some malarkey.
Pouncing on the pooch a bit,
Castration, killed the smell a bit,
He had no cause for barking.
Don Johnson 17-july-11 (must be a full moon eh)
Impermanence
A reading from a Buddist book,
A template oft abused, mistook,
Concerned with life n dying.
To see you on a narrow ledge,
Your toes a gripping last vestige.
Half inch of grip applying.
Your are over the great abyss.
A thousand feet deep it is,
Water beckons rocks theris
No I’m not a lying.
Holding 2 handfuls of grass,
Goats beard grip, a slipping fast,
Rat’s nibble your grassy blades,
Slowly slipping down to Hades,
you must keep a trying!
Impermanence of life the lesson here,
Be sorting out who pays,
Rats eat each single blade of grass,
Must right your wrongs today,
Be thoughtful of applying.
Fear not brave warrior, of the Styx.
For I will there, be with you.
Though we carry subtle bricks,
pain and misery very thick,
In spirit we are flying!!!
Don Johnson
Inspired:
Having read of Padmasambhava’s “Karling Shitro “
spell checker didna like word shitro
Angels come
There she was when I was sad
Said cast her off your shoulder lad
The body comfort and the wine
She surely looked sweet and divine
We fit together just like spoons
And passion flowed till I did swoon
And later on she asked for more
And I hoped I didna snore
Again the pennant rode the mast
On top she finished very fast
Eruption flowed her breast I clasped
But then she wanted more
A Nympho’s mouth did me consume
In rapture I did feel in tune
A wispy taste of her perfume
And then I’m back a riding
Sun came in the window, shock
I’d been all around the sexual block
The girl was gone my wallet Jock
I’m sore it’s not surprising
Don Johnson
13-4-11
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