Stick 61 - A lot of Special

A lot of special in the undergrowth...

A lot of breaths taken by a female human
lead to energy living and excitement brimming

A lot of leaves on a forest floor
lead to moist fertile soil and new seeds growing from the core

A lot of rain drops in a thunderstorm
lead to a torrent river and turmoil carving a brand new earth form

A lot of snakes in the undergrowth
lead to restless fear in what may lurk

A lot of smiles on a cold wintersday
lead to warm heart blankets and make every human day worth the stay

Stick 60 - Reincarnation

The Gift of another Life...

If I believe in reincarnation
then I believe I loved you several lifetimes before

If I believe in reincarnation
then I believe that I knew what tender charm you had in store

If I believe in reincarnation
then I believe we should have weathered this lifetime's storm

But once again
like always before
we wasted a life
we misspent what we knew from before
we wasted what our love could have had instore

the harm and the hurt and the hunger and the hopelessness
created the loss and the loneliness and the longing and the lifelessness
that led to the now and the never and the noise and the nothingness

If I believe in reincarnation
then I am ready to say goodbye
till the next life when we may be blessed with a new opprtunity to try

Stick 59 - Twinkle Twinkle

Jack of Spades...

Twinkle Twinkle Queen of Hearts
How I wonder who you are
Love expectations so very high
Rare as diamonds in the life sky

When the blazing King is gone
Only memories still twinkle with rays of sun
Seeking for any new small light
In the darkest dark of night

When a new traveller may possibly spark
An interest in the darkest dark
The twinkle may just open up wide
everything that she so vehemently pushed aside

Twinkle Twinkle sparkling searching heart
How I wonder when you'll start
To see the world as it has been
Since dawn of time and all love lives in-between

Stick 58 - Plated Friendship

What a rare and special joy is created when we share a meal and stimulating comfortable conversation with dear friends...Salut!

Our jackets, scarves and winter woolies
were accompanied by our delighted hallo-laughter
Our hugs and embraces ensured connections
were heartfilled love expressions
Our first jokes are mixed into our colourful drinks
We know what friendship means

Our menus are read through soulful eyes
and choices made with abandoned joy
Our food choices rolled around the table
and arranged in extravagant flower vases
Our smiles are echoed by the glint of the candle light
twinkling in our yellow and red wine glasses
We know what friendship means

Our small talk bows out gracefully
as the evening grapes ripen
Our hearts reach out and our bonds nurture with care
the hurt that might be there
Our chattering matures
as the vineyard press declares with flair that
We know what friendship means

Our lives have run parallel
for many a winter and summer
Our memories entwine
and condense to this moment where we simply sit down and dine
Our futures we know for sure
will be sprinkled with the earthy salt of many more peppered nights
We love what friendship means

Stick 57 - Split Loyalty

Split Loyalty

the fruit of many years
assemble the loyalty seeds
upon my moral branch

with precision
a moment in time
slashed what was still new in growth

it is insane what took place
it is madness what now plays out in the memory space
it is a crazed mirror image that holds the solution face

Stick 56 - Last Breath

I have often wondered about the last breath and the end of the end...

Is the end when you are told that the end is nearer than you thought
Is the end when the pain encrouches on your body ill and frought
Is the end when the strain of breathing makes you simply stop
Is the end when the last breath flows so sudden from your body
Is the end when the mind witnesses the last harvest and crop
Is the end when the body goes cold and you hover above and on top
Is the end when the left behind people bow their heads in silent despair
Is the end when those who loved you protest-wail as you haste away
Is the end when you see the african sunset fill the whole human horizon
Is the end when the veld fire aroma clears your eternal spirit vision   
Is the end when those you lost, embrace your still warm human heart 

I believe the end is the beautiful sum of all of the above
I believe the end will be the above and so much more
I believe the end will be so much more than I ever expected to find instore
I believe the end is the majestic announcement
of the beginning of the beautiful bountiful brand brand new

Stick 55 - Dice Life

I throw the dice...

The Dice lands on Three
the sparrows up high encourages a life to be lived full and free

The Dice lands on Four
the coins in the wishing well promises so much more

The Dice lands on One
the warriors in life fight for all and not just for some

The Dice lands on Six
the human action window reflects the never-perfect mix 

The Dice lands on Two
the human heart yearns for all the dreams to have come true

The Dice lands on Five
the human soul longs to feel once more alive

and so humans throw the dice of life again and again and again...

Stick 54 - Stick Boat Refugee

As you reach the shore of this new chosen land, we watch you from afar...

When I watch your face on my TV screen
I believe I see the future of your dream
Your face so filled with human hope, blindly following new-dawn scope
I believe I see the future you hold so dear

When I watch you put your hand behind your head
I believe I see the wrong of the here
Your mind at ease with your prison break
Your country let you down, forcing your harsh new fate

When I watch you escourted by immigration police
I believe I see the echo of your city streets
Your culture unique and different on your feet
Your ways so confusing for the people you now meet

When I watch you hold a childs hand
I really believe I accept and understand
You had so much at stake to save 
You are an unsung hero, more than just a little brave!

Stick 53 - Blood Drop Cafe

Meet me at the Blood Drop Cafe

As I picked this stick up tonight, I under-estimated the lethal sharpness of the white thorns. It pricked my palm and drew dark red blood drops...

I imagine you waiting for me at the Blood Drop Cafe
I imagine you parking under the Bluegum Tree
I imagine you smiling promises, as you greet-see me
I imagine my hand shaking

I imagine you lifting me into your warm-man embrace
I imagine you holding me close to your beautiful happy face
I imagine you folding my questions away in a not-now space
I imagine my skin breaking

I imagine us living ten lifetimes while laughing
I imagine us touching while global time-travelling
I imagine us sharing tomato-sauce-chattering
I imagine my blood drops oozing

I imagine my body letting the blood gush out now
I imagine my bare feet slipping into the warm blood pool
I imagine my face as white as the snow white thorn
I imagine you failing to notice the dark-dark blood red storm

Stick 52 - Don't Have Times

When you don't have...

When you don't have legs
you notice movement everywhere

When you don't have love
you notice lonely-loss everywhere

When you don't have wings
you notice angels everywhere

When you don't have health
you notice sunny dustbeams everywhere

When you don't have lots of things
you notice natures beauty everywhere

Stick 51 - Queen Sheba's Earring

Queen Sheba in all of us...

I know this stick has come from so very far
I know it has been part of the life of a female star
Her name synonymous with a famous visit
Her quest for knowledge as inspiring as her female spirit

I know King Solomon would have made her feel incredibly welcome
I know Queen Sheba would possess feminine strength seen so seldom
Her beauty would have been exotic and extravagantly rare
Her hunger for wisdom in her regal eyes would invite a special love affair

I know he would have intoxicated her with concepts new to human flesh
I know she would have spoken softly until their breaths started to mesh
Her regal manner paralled only by his own
Her submissiveness touched by his tenderness, as love would have grown

I know their lovemaking would have been mesmirizing to behold
I know they would have transcended
as they promised to never leave each other cold
Her life would never be the same after him
Her life with him, would not have been witnessed by anyone but her King..

...except for this beautiful wooden earring, who witnessed absolutely everything

Stick 50 - It Just Is

Dear Sir,

It is with regret that I inform you that what you have requested cannot be fulfilled. It will be best to answer you in the words of our wise ancestors and we hope that in reading this you will accept what is...

What is
Is that which is here and now

What is
Is what cannot be altered, wished away or changed in any way

What is
Is the opposite of what could or should have been

What is
Is what can free us, in that it is just what is

What is
Is a straight stick, on a peacock blue throw, on a big red couch,
in the dead of winter of the year 2013

Stick 49 - Recipe Sublime

Recipe Maybe Devine...

Ingredients:
1 moment in time
2 soul mates 
3 special splashes of colourful laughs
4 forrest bush walk talks
5 fingers entwined and fused in time

Method:
Don't think or plan anything in advance
Ingredients will magically appear through all ages and time
Splatter the colours everywhere
Be silly and laugh as often as possible
Be serious and share the impossible

Oven:
Bake at 360 degrees for ever and a day
Invest all your love
Invest all you have
Invest in your own special way

Caution:
Never take it out to cool, for this will be the ending-tool
5 will untwine
4 will not be devine
3 will become black
2 will now lack
1 will become forgotten in time

Stick 48 - The Crossing

Who knows what's on the other side...

As we reached that bridge
As we stepped forward
As we grasped the rails
As we held our breath

The wind picked up
The birds fluffed up
The clouds bundled up
The breath we held, got stuck

We got so fearful
We got so lost
We were so afraid of the height
We were so afraid of each other's plight

Life kept pushing us forward
Life kept making the bridge sway
Life kept making us wonder
Life kept forcing our breath to act stronger 

The Crossing was now complete
The Crossing gave nowhere for us to meet
The Crossing was a journey in lone-motion
The Crossing created a humble new-start potion

Stick 47 - Sinful Song

That sinful song....

Did you hear that note
that sinful music note
that delightful, teasing, challenging, wispy music note

Did you feel how that note
stirred your dark erotic side
and made you feel so fully, hungry, happy, silly, wholesomely alive

Did you run your tongue over that music note
as it circled and danced in and out your warm wet spoon lip mouth
as it made you taste the sound of that tantilizing black-ink tattoo 

Did you stroke that note all over your body
as you sensually traced the sound of the light of the dark dark night

Did you finally tap the rythm with your bare female feet
did you join the note-drop 
did you join the melody-stream
did you join the flow of the song-river dream

Did you join the evolution
that created the orgasm of the drum circle
as it ammassed in the magic of the musical female ocean

Stick 46 - When all you want

 

 

It's hard to stay...

 

When all you want is to be whisked away

then of course it becomes very hard to stay

 

When all you want is to disappear

then of course it becomes impossible to see things very clear

 

When all you want is to be soothed and be hugged

then of course it becomes very hard to just unplug

 

When all you want is the mist to dissolve

then of course your soul is so unable to evolve

 

When all you want seems forever never there

then of course you have to summon last energy to create a new somewhere

 

 



Stick 45 - Floating Umbrella

Floating Umbrella

AS my umbrella blew in the wind
I held on tight as I held on for dear life
It was pulled and it was yanked
until that mighty force turned it upside out and inside down

AS my umbrella turned inside out
I noticed its delicate spine-line
It must have felt very scared and alone
as it was finally ripped from my loving hand-home

AS my umbrella flew through the air
I could not but notice its gentle softness
It's grace in the face of what was not yet known
even as it was bullied towards that raging river foam

AS my umbrella landed upside down in that dark brown river foam
I knew for sure and I knew for certain that it would definitely be okay
because it stayed afloat and proved it had hope
and even as it gathered speed, it proved it's worth in deed

Stick 43 - The Music Within

Imagine...

I imagine myself on the inside
of the warm belly of the old brown cello

I imagine stroking the inner timber 
as I think about life when it was so much simpler

I imagine the passionate musician
as he pulls the cello between his legs into position

I imagine hearing the sound of the music deep and hollow
as romance strokes the bow accross strings of never-to-be sorrow

I imagine my body's dancing promise
as the earthy sounds pay nature's homage 

I imagine I can forever pretend
as my Cello holds me warm and safe till the bitter end

Stick 43 - Entwined Vines

Strangling Vine Protest

Rebellious love curl at the side of her face
Is what he traces in circles on her cheek
Is what he skillfully tries to hook back in place
But as always, it has a will of its own
As always, she just wants to be left alone

Rebellious protest refusing to entwine
Is what he notices as he moves ever more closer
Is what he tries to ignore as he encircles her with ever more vines
But as always, those vines can choke as they entwine
As always, she cuts through it all and rasp-pleads to be left alone

Rebellious resignation as she pales and whithers
Is what he worries about as the room fills with moonlight slithers
Is what he tries to colour red when he lashes out at her
But as always, the entwining vine is dry in its lone cry
As always, her freedom leads her to un-twine every single strangling vine

Stick 42 - Life Squawk

Life Squawk

Raven's night filled with squawks of fright
Shiny evil feathers oiled with deeds horribly sad
Yellow eyes filled with ice cold nothings
This is the bird that greeted that day...

Pelican's dawn filled with old wisdom reborn
White rays of morning comb the feather-strong resolve
Yellow beak clamp a fish half alive
This is the bird that could go either way...

Dove's sunset soak up the red blood of dispair
Soft Cooing calm the soul in a state of near non-repair
Dainty beak crunches seeds brimfull with nourishing nature oils
This is the bird that triumphs and erases the grey....

Stick 41 - I Wish

I Wish...

I wish I knew how...
To uncover the seed
that carries the mystery of a life as it has been.

I wish I knew how...
To open the heart
that holds the fruit called goodness-for-more-than-just-some.

I wish I knew how...
To stir the brave
that makes the jam that nourishes the hunger of all deperate souls.

I wish I knew how...
To settle the hurt
that holds onto the core which creates havoc for many and more.

I wish I knew how...
To lay to rest the memories
that's sprinkled accross a safety net called it's-time-to-forget.

Stick 40 - True You

Meeting the True You

Out of the blue
and all of a sudden
Your life changes 
and you re-meet the true you

The you who was there, but silently stood back
The you who was so busy with others and often lost track

Out of the blue
and all of a sudden
You look at yourself
like never before

The you who was mostly two
turns to the you who is now a lonely only you

You meet and you greet with a knowing delight
and you instantly join forces and face the night
You accept that the life that is to come
Is best faced with the you
that is the only true you

Stick 39 - Arrowhead

Ancient Arrowheads...

In the woods of the land of far
Lived a clan called Feminostars
They were described to all who asked
as the protectors of the ancient arrowhead darts

These arrows were made entirely of wood
uniquely formed by nature for human good 
They were described to all who asked
as the arrows to enlighten the human heart

I saw this first hand and I know it is true
The arrow was launched when I met you
It circled and floated and darted and gloated
as it drank in the story of us two plus you

The arrow head released early that day
but immediately turned and spun away
The arrow tip pierced only my heart
it bled profusely from the core of the sad heart part

The wisdom arrow knew so well
that I fell totally under your spell
The wisdom arrow tried to warn
that my hurt was yet to be painfully bourne
The wisdom arrow lies dormant now
until I once more dare seek a love forevermore

Stick 38 - Unfair Storm

Unfair Storm...

Deminished we feel
when the unfair winds build thunder clouds
Defeated we feel
when our vision is blinded by aggressive ligthning strikes
Deflated we feel
when our voice competes with threatening thunder storms
Disheartened we feel
when our positive drowns in the massive cold-rain-rivers

Loved we feel
when we can raise flooding concerns
Loved we feel
when the sun welcomes our honest being 
Loved we feel
when our voice openly joins a chorus
Loved we feel
when new growth sprouts love unconditionally

Stick 37 - Red Chillies

Red Chillies in a Wooden Bowl

Scattered potency of my soul
Tomorrow's menu so unknown
Today's recipe speaks of alone

Red Chillies in a Wooden Bowl
Vested interest in my life goal
Tomorrow's spices still taste cold
Today's aroma totally on hold

Red Chillies in a Wooden Bowl
Compressed sorrow peppered in a jar
Tomorrow's kitchen filled with my hunger
Today's apron crisp with sadness slumber

Stick 36 - Freedom Feet

On my feet I wear...

My sandal-jandals aptly named Freedom Feet
My toes are always sticking over
As they compete with my feet to arrive first
at what lies in wait up yonder
 
My toenails promise the glitter and glam
that I embrace in every new found place
My ankle moves at steady pace
to ensure I don't miss a discovery-space
and forget to praise in new found wonder

My heel and arch work together as one
They anchor my soul as they lift my spirit to the sun  
The bridge of my foot is the ultimate now
As it leads me to the new, I chance upon
and so it is thus that I never forget to always wear my Freedom Feet

Stick 35 - Crispy Hope

Crispy Hope

Dripping with dew drops of beginner’s luck

Edging forward with open arms
Finding what I thought was long lost

Growing in a bed of fertile giving
Hunkering down to await what maybe could be
Indefinite belief in good and the best is always there to share

Stick 34 - Crop Circle

Crop Circles of the Mind

The swirl of the winds of change 
Swoop mystical patterns in the corn fields of my third eye

The orbs alight, flicker in and out of understanding
Lifting hope to rejoice in this mother earth love from way yonder

The communication clear and old in precious ancient-new code

Calmness descends as my mind accepts an inner note to vote

The visitors know what I do not yet grasp
The beauty of life astonishing in its freedom gift so vast

Stick 33 - The Wobbly E

Wobbly E's abound

Enthusiastic - the energy after meeting him

Excitement - the anticipation before I meet him again

Ecstatic - the euphoria while I am with him

Entrance - the wild warmth as I lose all sense of two

Exhaust - the fulfilled after

Edge - the sister of ledge, where he leaves me to hover alone

Extreme - the brother of the never ever again

End - the wobbly "E", where I don't want to be

Stick 32 - What If

What if's in Life

When we question what's happened
When we wonder about why
When we try to stop the reality clock
Then we suppose different outcomes
Then we propose many what-if's 

I wish I was there
when life ended so sudden
when young hearts stopped
when what-if's are everywhere

I wish I was there
when love ended so sudden
when all was forgotten
when what-if''s got lost somewhere

I wish I was there
but how could I have been
the what-are's in life
make the what-if's end nowhere

Stick 31 - Snow Sleigh

The invite arrived in a frozen iceblock
I saw the bright blue envelope begging through the icy haze 
I waited till the ice had melted - it took forever and a day
I waited till the envelope floated - it definitely came my way

It was beautifully written
In an ancient script
I was invited to Kaffeklubben Island
located Northeast of the North Pole

My visit was amazing, unbelievably full of fresh air
The sleet and the snow became easy to bear
I fell through the crevices
I crawled through the sleet
I ate only crispy water
And I found the answer I was there to seek

I can now categorically say
that the colour of freedom was in the open air
it was the whitest white with dainty speckles of magnetite
and as it coursed through my veigns
it turned all my hardships into a life I wish to bare