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