Stick 344 - Just Different

Just different

Why form a cage
when you can open a gate

Why focus on the washed away sand
if just beyond awaits the wildest garden unknown

Why fight to stand straight
when leaning forward is so much more grand and great

Why fold away the rules
and smile and come out to play

Why fling away what's expected
and swing around on a straight stick held by one nail

Stick 343 - Lightning Archangel

Lightning Archangel

I imagine this Stick
the Archangel's Lightning
on life's pavement brick

I imagine this Blinding
Heaven crooked
perfect arching line

I imagine this Voice
so steel strong in the yearning fear
I have when there a brightlight dark

I imagine this Peace
come from someone not scared
to stand up for what's wrong

Stick 342 - To sweep it all up

To sweep it all up

To wish it was never there
To accept eventually that unfortunately it was
To turn and lift my chin
To lift my eyes and turn my face
To see what's really there
To be so harshly aware
To seek to be dismissed from this
To change the way I know I need to exist

Stick 341 - Lie down to sleep

....it is with great sadness that I lie down
to meet my sleep demons this night
...the anger that came so suddenly
at the end of the inbetween sleep demons

hurt

and the need for hearing the softer voice

denied

....tomorrow will be a new day again
with new hope and better best inbetweens

Stick 340 - The White Horse

The White Horse

I expected the shadow to be large, to block out the sun
I expected the horse to be white, to be proud and with the earth be one
I expected him to be strong
I expected my life would not belong

But hurt rode along
The saddle held someone not strong
The shadow hardly show on the pavement all totally grey
But I wait and wish for what I see to be merely the mirage of what should belong 

You did not even try
You did not even seem to grieve
You certainly never fought
you never ever freed me when I got caught

My white horse yet to come
My white horse maybe ever a story
My white horse distant and lost and forlorne
My white horse no shadow and no rider my one

 

Stick 339 - Seeking Omens

Seeking Omens

Please send me an omen
Please let me know what will become
Please send me the warnings, the guidelines and the blessings
all in one

As I listen to my metronome footsteps
As I stare along the melodic path
As I try to prepare and practice
The omens come thick and fast

Three crows large 
looking at me with black eyes in the know
Fairy fantails dainty and ever so faintly
looking at me with thousand blessing hallos

A rabbit darting
Many bees busy with spring just starting
An eagle soaring
Three pelicans holding onto a dream just starting

Stick 338 - Dolphin Hallo

Dolphin Hallo

Gracefully Grey
you greet me and send me on my Way

Gleeming in the morning sun
your halo clear as your blessing permeates the dawn

Greetings simple and strength fountaining ahead
your happiness wholeheartedly my caress

Giving and Glowing
you were certainly sent to guide me on my quest

Gliding away
you leave a lifetime of memory that will sustain

Stick 337 - Lean into Me

Lean into me

Lean into me
as I lean away
as I slowly start to fray
as I breathe to breathe it all away

Walk ahead
so your shadow will lengthen
so I see you leading the way
so I watch the sunset in the calm of the end of day

Turn your head
as I feel tears welling in my eye bed
as I strain to wish for a better day
as I yearn for the dawn of the day after the night delay

Stick 336 - Blank Screen

Blank Screen

Movie Theathre
Blank Screen
Shimmer of Light
Creative new height
Waiting for story teller of old to arrive
Circle around modern fireside
Blank screen now deliciously alive...

Stick 335 - What is is

What is is....

So it is
That what I truly
and what I strongly
believe
is that it is genuinely so
that what is is...

Stick 334 - Packing Bags

Packing Bags

Feverish I pack my bags
Glassy eyed
Stunned by the lie

Heat mirage creating
a desert divide
between what is and what was

camels treading slow and sure
dry tracks carry my well wishes
while the expanse of sand swallow my cries

Stick 333 - Layers of my Ancestor

Layers of my ancestor

In my inner of my hand
I notice the lines that my ancestors created
in their journeys and routes to
discover and find and just stand

In the bark of my thoughful thoughts
I notice shades of pale pink grey
and I realise that they must have
sometimes just simply played

In the sheaths of folded secrets
I notice agony, angst and anger
and I reach out through layers of age
to hold a hand that wrestled with the inner of the deeds

In the branches of the ancient tree
I notice the main message they want to decree
be and be true, live and live full
linger and breathe slow as to not miss a second of the thrill

Stick 332 - A Much More Life

A Much More Life

In the rubbish basket
next to the desk
lies the letters and words
that intended to wreck

But in the lush leaves
of a life that intends to fully breathe
no more wrecking can be had
no more hurt can be dispersed

For in the lush of the green
sprinkles of yellow sprout from friends
who believe and wholeheartedly just give
so the hurt morphs into a much more life!

Stick 331 - Outback Track

Outback Track

Remote and beautifully vast
in red dust we bask

Trails on a desert moon
where craters are mere earth spoons

Tinder dry with eagles soaring eons high
below the sand awaiting drops to ignite many a blossoming plan

Red as dawn on the lips of a lovers night
sacred the breath of the beautifully vast outback

Trails and tracks
become the path to the magic moon and back

Stick 330 - Purple Frame

Purple Frame

 

In the mess

and at life's behest

when people least expect

the frame

meant to bring order

 to the perceived disorder

becomes

the outside the frame game

of purple regal

ginormous proportions

and the frame

no longer frames

the yet to be tamed

Stick 329 - Whimper in the Silent Night

Whimper in the Silent Night

Your fear is always very real and near
It hunkers down in your heart
and it hurts real bad when you hear fellow victims sigh
but that's okay, because late at night you let it out
with a whimper in the silent dark dark night

Your fight is trying hard to lift its head and rear slightly without fear
It hunches in the corners of your teary eyes
and it cuts slow and deep when you see the bruises peek from long arm shirts
but that's okay, because late at night you let it out
with a whimper in the silent dark dark night

Your fist clenches as it holds on to an insignificant pen
It haunts your shaking hand as you try to find a crutch to lean on
and it slams into your ribs as your bloodless body flies accross a sad sad room
but that's okay, because late at night you let it out
with a whimper in the silent dark dark night

Your feet walk forward while fun is never here
It walks through gates over bridges and enters the golden gates
and it shines like a bright light if you do not stand up and fight
and it's not okay that you only let it out late at night
with a whimper in the silent silent dark human night

Stick 328 - As we Age

As we Age

As we age
as our grey gives way to grace
Talents untamed and yet to be framed
may very much still emerge

As we age
we certainly do not become a blank page
Talents scattered throughout our previous many a phase
may and do emerge from the past tense haze

As we age
as our hands become withered with stick bark to mark years gone by
Talents merge and sprout magical new stick wings which
may indeed lift our stick spirits as we become amazed

As we age
we can very much give back
to a world with so much need and not many willing to give and feed
so we may in moments of truth become beautiful in a giving stick youth

Stick 327 - Tornado Soul

Tornado Soul

 

Footprints in the desert snow

water paths no longer guide and show

frozen to the bone

as I grow

very slowly

ice ice stone cold

 

Tangled mess

of my Tornado soul

Touching

Testing

Tormenting

Evil Tempting

 

Can a mess

seek redemption and redress

Can exemption stem

from the inner cry

of the sad search

of the darkness

of the depressed

 

I venture a guess

that only during the kingtide

 of emotional excess

does the eye of the storm

allow for the beginning of a new norm

Stick 326 - Windswept Everywhere

Windswept Everywhere

On a pink morning pillow
the ocean breathes a soft first-light hallo
and I wonder how you are

On the fresh chilly awakening sand
I tread softly to not intrude
and I wonder where I would find your hand

On the quiet air I watch
as a sleepy seagull awakens and become aware
and I wonder why you woke so much to late to care

On the small white foam
that brings the ocean wave to a  limestone throne
I no more wonder, but accept you needed to withdraw

On the best of this new day
the ocean ink envelops my soul
I linger on the dawn and am thankful for what is now again whole

Stick 325 - Sun Sword

...Sun Sword...

 

Do me the honour

Show that you care

Have your sword ready

fight always fair

 

Do not act in haste

Show that you are aware

Have the patience to listen

fight with real flair

 

Do what needs to be done

Show that we are a pair

Have the humble reserve

to fight to keep me ever near

 

 

 

 

Stick 324 - The Always Magic

The Always Magic

Seed pod promises
on sticks to come
from the unblemished highest sky

Some in groups
some as one
most just brimming to become

Sticks with strains of pain
no longer holding on 
no longer forever to remain

Seven the magic number
count it anywhere you want
breathe the freedom in the new stick font

the magic of time
the magic of no more want
the magic that awaits when nothing seems too late

Stick 323 - Cup of Green

Cup of Green....

I ordered a cup of green
and mixed it with a bite of emerald sheen

He brought it on a tray of gifts so untamed
it wasn't apparent that it meant that the receiver would gain

She brought an afterthought
a spoon shining as if in a pink sunset rain

The cup was humming a purple lullaby
as trust etched in an aqua ear of no-more-cry

I ordered a cup of green
and drank from it with a certain knowing that love is ever growing

Stick 322 - Love letters

Love Letters.....

Your love letters
lie open and many times read
in the dry river bed
of my memory willows

Your depth of love
producing water so clear
it highlights a diamond nugget
crisp and coveted on the river floor

Your delight in the sum of us
mingle the trusted deep blue ink
on an aging page
of a ship set to ultimately still sink

Your hand holding the pen
the stick that becomes the stem
that brings forth the thanks
for the love we once shared

Stick 321 - This way

This way...

In the path that I now walk
subtle signs lay in wait
sometimes clear
and sometimes totally masked and delayed

as if in eternal knowing
that when the time is right
i will not stumble accross
but stop and think and decide

the signs sent from eternity to forever
awaiting the free choice i have been gifted
no judgement of a choice either way
no guilt when the choice leads down side paths of grey

In the path i now walk
strength holds my hand
sunshine guides my way
sticks took the dark and paved the way

Stick 320 - There's a dance

There's a dance...

The dance is in the valley below
The dance is where my chiffon dress will sing and twirl real slow
I have always dreamt that we would go
I have never failed to imagine
the spectacular nature of that evening dance and its glow

As we come over the ridge
The fairylights crowning the meadow of delight
As we walk along nature's invitation path
your hand enticing mine and my mind
already tango to the salsa of the music floating everywhere

The sounds of laughter offering the moon up high
flirts with the smells of the purest make-belief sky
And I lean forward as you lean in
And your hand on the small of my back
whisper safety and together and forever in the now

Stick 319 - Black on White

Black on White

Dark stick of magic secret delight
Darker even more against the whitening light

White cloth mean and course
White with roughness an ever present force

Black to sooth me in my twilight cave
Black to befriend my midnight gaze

Stick 318 - Punishment Undeclared

Punishment Undeclared

The punishment
of the inner self
is quiet
and relentless
and never heard

The punishment
of the soulful soul
is intense
and hurtful
and o so sorrowfully unwhole

The punishment
of the weaker self
is uncontrolled
and fearful
and robs a life in a wink until we're old

Stick 317 - Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek

The truth hides
and nobody seeks
for the truth hurts
so noboady wishes to speak

The sin a mere opinion
by other who do not know
judged from the theory
and not from the experienced and known

The penanlty a life almost lost
when we do not speak up
the years in hiding
means the seeking passed by in the night

Stick 316 - The So So Moments

So So Moments
 
Are moments not sought but can be found
are less defined
are definitely not refined
and leads to a momentary loss of clear design

Are moments totally forgettable
not quite round
not quite sharp
and not quite profound

SoSo Moments
come and go
sometimes fast but often slow
moments desperate to be re-momented

SoSo Moments
are ripe to be lifted and lightened
are restless and yearn to be frightened or excitened
moments desperate to be re-momented

Stick 315 - Blink of an Eye

 

Blink of an Eye

 

a life gone by

a living meant to give

a love just make belief

a loss as brittle as a lifeless stick

a learning sharp slicing and slowly sacrificing

 

 

 

Stick 314 - In Sync

In Sync

my dark and my light
my fear and my brave heights
my young and my older me
my song and my quiet cannot see
my want to and my am now
my willing and my refuse to
my giving and my holding back
my cave and my stage
my silent and my have to say
my stand and my defend
my hopes and my happenings
my loves and my losts

Stick 313 - Henna Hand

Henna Hand

Henna painted on the back of my hand
brings with it a sulphar orange of the momentary grand
brisstles against my feministic taking a stand
and lifts my spirit to where ochre washes away the bland

Henna paint brush, instrument of delight
creates a soulful memory that in physical world will not last
creates a euphoria moment that blesses me
with beauty that lies in the temporary forgotten never again to see

Henna female bluring image in lines
coupled with swirls and circles and interconnected promising finds
coupled with where my female soul lose itself in no compare
when living in the inkpot of the ancient is the best of this life's fair

Stick 312 - Because it feels Good

Because it feels Good

When sand is everywhere
and life's sunsets dribble orange, yellow, purple, and red
I lift my fingers against the sky hues
and marvel at the imaginary silouttes playing in sinc with the blues

When sand track patterns carress my playful mind
and life's flowers lay in disarray
I linger my toes in the breaking wave throws
and salt mixes the pepper moments to a herbal haven of I knows

When lying down brings a momentary peace
and life's seagulls drift on the sky rips above
I long for nothing more
and my hips wriggle down in the sand to embrace and explore

Stick 311 - Orchestral Run

Orchestral Run

Faster than a bow striking a Cello String Fortissimo
Louder than a drum in a back alley beating
Clearer than a flute on the breath of the morning dew
Prouder than a piano in the pathway between the puddles after a city rain
Simpler than the path that felt right at the time

Stick 310 - Footprint of Wood

Footprints of Wood

Few can tell the truth
Few can know where to start
Few can listen and comprehend
Few can begin and know when to end
Few can share and let the story blend
Few can let their life learnings extend
Few can lead and not pretend
Few can stand tall as the wind pushes to bend
Few can grief with an open end
Few can give with a love that transcends
Few can sing and dance and dare
Few can leave footprints of wood where their lives once stood

Stick 309 - Last

Last

No the
No and
No at
No me

Last
Now
Here
Be

Stick
Small
Skinned
Secret

...and true

Stick 308 - Womb Dance

Womb Dance

excitement stir the inner female soul
one seed in fertile human soil of foretold
flutterwings ready as love unfurls
one little heart echo the soothing mother sound
two baby hands to trust and bring and hold forever tight 
ten toes to explore the bountiful earth without fear or fright
millions of strands of hair to mirror
the sand where crashing waves of life will test and taunt and expect
excitement fulfills as the womb dance ebbs and flows
as the excitement stir my inner female soul

Stick 307 - Behind the Infront

Behind the Infront

Three beautiful wishes
Three moments in time
held as a gift
in a red bark wrapped in delight

Three chances to try again
Three hurts of no belong
sent to the behind
with new pods of tomorrow beckoning infront

Three kisses changes the air
Three lost beings sending signals of no more dispair
bring forth the strength of eucaluptus in the wild
bring with it the sap of the forest and the fairness of a life dare

Stick 306 - Step Back

Step Back

Step back - my mind raced
Step back - there is no more inertia space
Step back - time to calm down
Step back - kind to yourself be now
Step back - sticks are everywhere
Step back - sundrenched the future to which I now bow

Stick 305 - Hands in the Air

Hands in the Air

...beware....beware
for high in the sky where only some birds fly
there is a cry that frightens
and those in the know, leave it well alone

...clap...clap
for hidden behind is the sound of the hairpin
of the wild womanly wind as it rummages through the sky
and breaks the stick arms held up high

...whisper... shoosh
for the breath of a summer storm
brings with it the relief of crashing down on a dusty dry earth
and the smell of wet dust brings the promise of the river about to form

Stick 304 - Hundreds and Thousands

Hundreds and Thousands

Hundreds and Thousands
of sticks is what I found
each a little different within its very kind

These sticks were home to my hurting soul
and carried me on a wisp of hope
to a healing and cleansing akin to an ancient wisdom of old

Some were exciting and challenging and raw  
many were humble and sometimes even ready to withdraw
but all led me to a step clear and ready for a message to call

Even when I tried to ignore
a stick would peek around a corner in a city mall
a stick would lift my spirit and make me stand for a moment more tall

Hundreds and thousands of thank you prayers i send
to a God who made each stick so strong,
so clear and so in my heart to belong

Stick 303 - Nurture Me

Nurture Me
...when my feathers are wrongly timed
...when my tummy yells for my mother and what i know is sublime

Nurture Me
...when the thunderclouds build high
...when raindrops cloud my fog filled eyes

Nurture Me
... when birds up high sing of journeys in a vast life sky
... when my wings stretch and I dream that I can fly

Nurture Me
... when I don't know why
... when I grow and decide to try

Nurture Me
... when here is where I am
... when there is where I belong

Stick 302 - Dear Dad

Dear Dad

I wish upon a magic star
That I knew where you are?

I wish upon the cobble stone beach
That I knew how far your love now reaches

I wish upon a silver fern leaf
That I knew why you always had so much belief

I wish upon a shallow forest stream
That I knew when you joined the other side's better life dream

I wish upon the moonlight tonight
That I knew how to just for one moment make you hold me again tight

Stick 301 - Understated

Understated

Subtle is what you have to say
Delicate but precice without delay

My reaction hide the miriad of suppressed angst 
Your expression shine a mirror of accept

....and walk-on without a backward glance

Stick 300 - Jelly Bean Moment

Jelly Bean Moment in time...

three jelly beans
is what we had left
as we perched
on the edge
of the Henley-on-Klip bridge

one for you
and one for me
one for the dream man
we just decribed
and imagined made three

as we chew
we both realise
we're at the end of this era
at the end of the jumping off bridges
at the end of imaginary switches

years later in my minds' eye
i remember our determined looks
our knowing smiles
and our candid acceptance of
what the future must surely hold in store

three jelly beans I chew for you today
one for your friendship
one for your kindness
one for where-ever you are
and one for where-ever the river did and will flow

Stick 299 - Gutter Stick

Gutter Stick

I know you survived the rains
that poured down in the city yesterday

I know you may have not thought
you could reach the gravel side

I know you drank from the sun water
as it broke through the ominous after-cloud

I know you embrace the gutter
as the place where your hope and stength kept you afloat

I know you have taught me to let the waters of storms wash and cleanse
and therefore I now lay in the after of the next of the tomorrow of the strengthening storm