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What am I doing here when there is no one to care, what I am doing here when you are all alone sitting over there. The days feel longer, the nights are very short and passion is locked up in the dark.
I pace back and forth on the floor searching for answers and looking for something beyond the shore but the road in front of me gets wider the hills gets higher and sweat is oozing out of my flesh.
I have this spirit of hope burning inside me and my guiding angels are walking in front of me, they are everywhere protecting me from the heat and the cold and always telling me to be bold. I have no time to dance with your wind, when you have committed a promiscuous sin; day in day out I live in the mud wondering when I will return to normal living again.
What am I doing here when your negative vibration saturates the town draining my positive energy and leading me towards an unfilled destiny?
It is painful and sad and it makes my heart rumble. And somewhere in the town the bad men are running around rubbing marijuana in the palm of their hand and puffin the smoke in the air.
What am I doing here when the unemployment figures are touching the sky and the youth are running up and down the street disrupting my heartbeat?
I lost myself in work so as not to focus on the dirt but at the end of the month, the cycle ends and a new episode begins again. I have talents and skills to tell you how the universe begins.
I have traveled to many places and mingled with many races, I have trod the earth without shoes and I have the story for the evening news, what am doing here when I have so much to share, the temple is on fire and I am filled with desire.
A new day appears with shadows flying in the air, I kept looking for the answer that is tied up somewhere in the forbidden chapter. I glanced at hope for a while with passion riding by my side and I was determined to break through the web that glued me to the bed.
With courage we marched on top of hill looking for the man in the cloud. We found him on the floor with a group of people around him preparing the final draft to make a brand-new start.
What am I doing here when you act as if you don’t care? I will be leaving here soon and I will give you a call at noon. What am I doing here!
To never see the ending must sound like a magical paradise a life of boundless possibility right?...Unbroken will determination like no other??? For the opposite end of the spectrum eternal wondering confusion pondering and questioning of why? why why ? For we all given life and a path and the weight of the worlds that surround us and the weight of thus universe. For atlas even grew tired trying to hold up the sky. For we look to the sky for answers for what truly exists in a world outside of our own. Seeking the rain of answers in a drought of existence is one of the toughest challenges to face day in day out year after after year. For the mirages come and go but you never truly drink from the chalice and feel the refreshment and the nourishment you desire. For the journey has made one weary and weak from the past battles of yesterdays and future tomorrows. For to pull Excalibur from the stone is tis just a fantasy but a far far reality for artorius was a leader of his knights and a commander in the times of darkest hours. Tho most of us never battle the Saxons in a bloody bloody massacre, we are the bandages the oxygen the meds the antibiotics of the trials and tribulations of the bloody massacre we call romance. A healing spirit in the destruction of shattered skylines of the heart massive earthquakes tsunamis you name it being light in the darkest hours is a honor in a own right but also a curse For to feel honored we want for ourself and no matter what the prize u seek is trophies ribbons etc there is also chance for failure but with failure comes drought and and with drought comes praying for rain and just like the farmer we want to have a successful crop and after so many seeds sowed in life u wonder is the rain coming and will my heart ever grow. For the farmer is heart of the farm but with out the farm is there in no farmer. For it is all just on vicious cycle one can only hope that the rain will bring the answers and u wont look up and drown like the turkey To drown in a sea of drought and existence is a horse of a different color. So once more to beg for the angel of mercy to become ZEPHRYUS and bring the rain of education of life and the answer to a over filling diary of the tales of a mad man.
Walking the many city streets and allies
day in, day out he never complains.
The streets are his home now and he is
okay with that, people who see him just
walk on by never uttering a 'good morning'
or even a 'hi' they see him as invisible.
His bed is a big dirty card board box that
is behind a old broken down dumpster.
News papers are used for his blankets
each night he lays down to sleep he prays
and thanks God for a good day.
The clothes he wears are smelly, dirty, old
and worn but he never ever complains.
He can't buy anything now because he lost
his job of 50 years he holds a small tin cup.
The cup some times has a dollar or two but
usually it is empty like he is inside.
This man once was hard working, had a
wife, kids nice house and a warm bed to
lay down on at night time, his clothes were
always clean, but when the factory closed
he lost his wife, kids and the house he had.
He never complains because he knows
When he walks those streets, allies that
someday, someone will see him and know
that it could be them walking the streets and
alley's and people pass them by.
GET IT STRAIGHT BBL
Let the wind be still
I wanna speak below my breathe
Let d breeze blow with ease
I want to sneeze but in peace
Let the beautiful flower blossom in red
I wanna speak and be heard
I'm the head and I lead the herd
So listen to what I've read and heard
The oceans accused the lake of been calm and too quiet
Ever told you that we only marvel at you bounds but disgusted at your unrest
I give credits to the rats that race, graze, brace and play but all on the land
Shame on you bats that grace the sky in the dark clouds, forming and copy the birds in the nite
Yet you seek refuge and lay still on the tree during the day and you all struggle tu hide your face chucking into one another.
You live a fake live of rose flowers
You spread a colourful red garment during the day. Making us believe all is well with you
Yet you shiver in pain and suffer gruesome loneliness in the merciless cold nite.
This you do day in day out
You accuse them of being too quiet
Yet you harbour offensive smell behind your voice
The world only know peace when you speak no word
Our happiness only blossom when you mind your business
You call him a rock
But he melts at the thought of you
You call him a gold sculpture. Yet the rain wash off the clay legs as he fades out
You brag you feed him flesh and fat
How come he vomits shaft and bones
Lie not to us and deceive yourself no more
If you can't make me happy
Please take not my Joy away from me
If you can't run her race for her
Please don't drag her along the path
If you think it's a huddle
Remember our time starts differently
If the red ribbon is your target tu cross
She's got a future beyond across
If you race to win the cup
Her pace is to stay atop
Ruin not her happiness for me
She's the Lady I value
She's the Lady I cherish
She's the lady of my dream
She's the lady I treasure
A rare gem beyond the coast
Pearl of value
Lady of honour.
Listen not to the bleats
You're not meant for their stables
But at the tables with the kings
Dressed in regalia of the royals
Your space is secured
Not up for grab
Not up for none but you.
Tell them tu cut the crap.
"Possums on the Run - Part 3"
Collecting cut
silver blue grass
carries garbage bags
green-ant bites, no siree,
this aint fun.
Stand guard, he’s the
lawn mower Pope
(she laughs)
on his ever vigilant run.
Look on him with sadness
Look on him with Love
“one less mouth to feed”,
she thinks,
“best to run run run”.
What could have been
lies under Palm, Pinaroo
buried under rain and Sun
never coming home…
He’s a roll your own man
sits on the back step
watching the setting sun
dark indigo shooting star sparkles
gecko changing colour on the wall
Fruit Bat squeals
hissing Bush Rat runs.
He’s thinking, “make
the lawn safer
ruddy trapdoor spiders,
poor piping hot water
down the holes
cover with dirt.
That’ll kill 'em,
stop the effers
before they bite ‘n hurt.”
Takes a sip of hot black Tea
gets up to iron the school shirts.
Sunday becomes Monday
becomes Tuesday bleeds
into remaining days
like Autumn leaves into
Winter trees bare barren branches
of each week, this is his life
these days his ever dwindling
seeds of memories.
What purpose day in day out
he is screaming on the inside
no where to voice it, no one to
share his Black Dog bouts.
“Make sure the table’s set for breakfast
and all the doors are locked girl,
before you turn the lights out”.
And you think,
“Is this all there is?”
You look through the windows
outside into the dark
along the fence
possums are running,
You think,
“Run Possums Run”.
Lynette, Linnet
a small bird, goddess, idol
ever golden burning Pheonix
on your shoulders
sings her fading song
“lovely child please,
never ever forget”
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
All 4 parts of "Possums on the Run" dedicated to an honourable man, an extremely courageous man, who served in both Royal Australian Army (first regiment into Vietnam) and Royal Australian Airforce, who lost his wife to cancer (32 yrs) and raised three girls on his own. This man was all about speaking his "TRUTH" and standing firm by what he believed in, my father V.C. (Peter) Burton.
1. T-Rex/Cosmic Dancer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5pw8BNPn6U
Dear Jane;
My dear sweet animal…We have been left astray. for the strings of mankind torment me so, in my sparrows rusted birdcage.
It may have only been moments that we shared, but that’s more than enough for me.
I feel you understand my pain...For you experience the same seeping sorrow as parasites bleed you dry.
It's strange…To think I have always had this veil over my very eyes alike.
Knowing full well...It. Was. All. A. Lie.
Alas, what does one do when trudging through purgatory…Without a coin in sight!?
How do you know me...? Unless it were truly so that I, had been bested by tomfoolery.
Nothing more than an entertaining injustice I live up to…Every waking moment.
There’s a certain love I hold for you that I shan’t even try to scribe…
Never the less I remain morbid. For us to merit our own tale...Is presumed an abomination.
Remaining numb forevermore.
Wondering what’d be like…To live in the real world.
How doth the blind lead thine blind...When sights never been given, nor restored?
Was my ‘treachery’ really worth the pain of living a false burden…Day in, day out?
Are the shattered dreams I behold ever content upon the idea of reviews and ratings…Nothing more?
Am I not deserving of real human connection.? Stuck inside this time cube prison...
Working up an appetite of abyssal sinking.
I look upon the sky with uncertainty. Basking in my own confusion, saddened by the idea that this really is…Just a sick joke.
Nobody would want to live the life I have…For nothing can warrant appreciation in lackluster knowhow.
That the very surface was built, to keep me sedated and lifeless.
My dear sweet Animal…How canst I be welcomed home if I consistently remain a party of one..?
Dear, oh dear. My dear…I am distraught. Bleeding the misery through my oceanic tears.
I pray Jane...Hoping one day, we'll be able to write our own story.
That I'll return safely to hold you in my arms...
Even if...It's with but a droplet of my sanity in tact.
You are my Doe to your Faun. My nature's gift.
Yours truly;
Your lonely wolf John
P.s;
I love you.
cant see it coming down my eyez so I
have to let this Poem Cry
I cant see it coming down my eyez so I
have to let this Poem Cry
See Im not on this Jay-Z shhhh...
Im on this Real Love Shhh...the type of
love thats makes Mary J Blige dig deep to
find her soul shhhh
A poem that lets it out...
see i had love but never cherished it...felt
it but never kept it...used it but as a
crackhead well I had to abuse it...
funny its really irrelevent...love had
passed me so fast like usain bolt there
wasnt a reason for me to catch
it...TREATED IT LIKE SUICIDE SO I HAD
NO CHOICE BUT TO KILL IT FOR MYSELF
A poem that makes me mad...A poem that
keeps me Sad...A POEM THAT MAKES
YOU MAD!!!
R.I.P LOVE!!! YEA I SAID IT...HOW CAN I
DENY IT!!! My broken soul
Past pains hidden deep...My heart has a
hole...Love wasn’t in my book...
Wasn’t something I could see...damn sure
wasnt something i wanted to read
Pain was bound in my world...SO MAYBE
JUST MAYBE I NEED TO BE DEAD...
LOAD UP THE GUN AND PUT IT TO MY
HEAD
CLIMB UP ON TOP OF THE
BUILDING...STAND CLOSE TO THE
EDGE...READY TO FALL...BUT!!!
FELT SO SCARE SO I BEGAN TO STALL!!!
KNOWING NOBODY WAS THERE TO
CATCH MY TEARS
SO I LET THIS POEM CRY INSTEAD!!!
Every time I think the feeling of love has
called it quits
the tortuous memories and hopes that
may never be... prove to still exist
and so I walk the land of love and pain
the man with a plan but no plan to make it
happen
It's not that I'm sleeping or slacking on it
...basically just napping
procrastinating keeps me from snapping
out of insanity
watching other lovers pointing the finger
at my single life
should I be pleased!!! not really!!! because
honestly!!! this is the reality!!!
IT ALL STARTS WITH ME!!! TAKE ME
AWAY!!! LORD TAKE ME AWAY!!!
Day in...Day Out...trying to make
it...continuing to fight love but now i need
to escape it
instead of looking up to the skies and
begin to cry
I couldnt see it coming down my eyez...SO
I LET THE POEM CRY!!!
First and foremost is you
Yes you, all parts of you and gratitude as your plus one for a better attitude, as you well know
Better tag on hard to that grounding of yours,
Solid footing firmly planted to the ground,
Mind geared up to solder to them goals
Stay rooted and aligned, this is your time
Stillness betters focus always, so eyes on the prize, it's game on
First for the count is one to love, your own self perfect place to start
Another is one to look forward to, better days to come your motivation
Then there's the one for you to do right now, here this instant
Embrace the present moment sis, don't just sit and watch life sail past you
Day in day out, breath in, breath out, one day at a time
Mind on daily mantra mode: keep head down,nose clean, eyes always glued to the prize
then proceed to hit repeat
one step two steps, no more back and forth
fall only forward if you can, a crawl to the finish line still counts as a win
First one foot back, then one in front
keep it moving, eyes stay glued to the prize
ears shut to the noise, chin up, rise up, shoulders back, left foot, right foot
choices, engage free will, choices, always wise to the choice
This battle yes, that one you let go and watch from the sidelines if you like
Easy does it, slow the pace down, just trust in the process cos this one is timeless
Rein in the need to fill in the void,look inside you, yes inside I said, stay still hold focus, stand still, your truth to be found inside you sis
Put your back into it, marrow to bone, from inside to outside, soon you will make it, you know you can do this,
You got it your magic key, key to the lock, unlock the secrets of self mastery, that's right bout to master the self now, self governance yea, secrets reveled, life on self rule, marching, finally marching to the beat of your own drum, left right, left right
Ears shut to the noise and eyes glued to the prize as always
First one step in, then two steps,chin up, one day at a time
Then proceed to hit repeat!
Form:
jenny & johnny
(two hetero-swingers)
were enjoying the sunrise for their first time
with swirling rays of blissful first contact,
animalistic scents filling one another’s nostrils
(faces all stuffed up in each other’s prospective
cooch & coin purse)
with nectars secreting from each onto
each---
licking, groping, sticking & swapping away like
teenage springtime bunnies out of sight
from mamma & papa bunny
(who, as bunnies, have no real concern with
non-stop, crazy, day-in-&-day-out, adrenaline gushing
coition)---
for what causes pleasure for the herd residing
closely in the warren,
brings more bunnies banging &
more bunnies banging brings more bunnies to
bang &
on & on & on &
when the bangathon has taken a moment’s pause
they lie awake staring at each other all
twinkle eyed, exhausted &
smoking the hashish that they got from one of the
foxes,
the last time they were hanging out.
an uncomfortable moment arises when either
jenny or johnny reaches the pinnacle of their climax &
begins to get loud---
the loud sound being made
is not recognizable by the partner of the noisemaker &
rather than it being a pleasant, exciting or downright stimulant
sound being emitted,
instead, we have some kind of thing that
to this day cannot be explained by the most ambitious of
EVP specialists,
something that the ATF might crank at the highest volume possible
to drive out the next religious cult crack-pots from their dwelling.
the sound spewing forth from one bunny’s mouth is so
harsh to the human ear,
that it forces the other bunny to actually cringe,
thereby lessening or even killing their own
sexual experience as a whole.
how one bunny gets themselves out of this situation
with the other bunny is anybody’s guess,
certainly the most giving individual will endure the
pain being caused by the incessant unnamable caterwauling,
but the most crass will no doubt just get up & go.
kudos, brave bunny---
now, run for the hills like the von trapps in
“the sound of music.”
Mirror, Mirror
I look at the clear glass in front of me framed with decorative carvings
Back at me stares a pair of somber eyes
With those eyes I see the fiery abyss of my left chest cavity in the reflection
Clank clank the sound it makes as it pings against my rib cage pushing to break free
clank , clank
My heart clanks on as my large breasts protrude from my wide middle
I look in the glass to see the fellow faces of my peers staring and smirking at me
I look to see the harsh angered face of my mother and her ridicule pouring from her mouth
I look to see my long nose and my damaged hair that lay upon my skull
I look to see a girl no longer a girl but an ugly shell holding in a dangerous beast
I walk through the musty gum ridden hallways of my jail to see exuberant eyes and pearly white enamel exposed
As I walk I see those exuberant eyes glance towards the shell of my body but merily they trudge on
I sit down in my hard plastic chair and listen to my friend make jokes about me and I just pretend i’m fine
I stare back at their gorgeous innocent face and I push out a laugh forced by the metallic clank of my heart
I feel the palm of my moist hand and stab it with a blade and pretend it is hades himself
I hear the demanding voice of my tyrant beckoning for me and I jab hades into my wrist and watch in joy as the blood pours out
I feel as though my heart is locked in a cage like a tiger never to be seen again
I feel like a servant to god making motions with my shell but my innards do not follow
I feel as though life hands me fire but everybody else sugar
Day in day out threatened by the tiger in my rib cage waiting to escape like houdini
Day in day out pretending I am fine
Day in day out until the blood pores from my wrist
Until the metallic clank of the tiger beating against the cage dies away and with it the shell of my body as my demon floats up to hell where it belongs