Stick 91 - Shadow Clock

Shadow Clock

Tick Tock
Unflinching, marching shadow clock

Tick Tock
Vicious drumming against what was never actually a rock

Tick Tock
Thoughts that never stop, shadows that crowd and interlock

Tick Tock
All organs mashed to pulp, your lies constantly cause unrelenting shock

Tick Tock
Earth time soon stop, soul time tick tock

Tick Tock
Your shadow will no more become my block

Tick Tock
Good bye shadow clock

Stick 90 - The Woman Sage

Predictions from a woman sage...

Men have to leave
The woman sage said to me
They will leave you, you will see, she said to me
Men cannot stay with female hearts too wild and too free

I turned my back on what she said
I turned to lead my life with none of the predicted upset
Time passed, I gave love, as if it would forever last
men came, but left as soon as the wilderness blood was let

I loved, then lost, then grieved alot
I searched, then watched then believed I should not stop
I loved again, I lost again, then grieved as the wounds gushed blood again
lose again, lost again, stone-cold and chilled-to-the-bone again...

I stop the search, I watch no more,
I now know the sage knew what life had in store
I love them all, I love them still
I miss them all, with a wild heart and a free female soul

Stick 89 - Forrest Games

Forrest Games

We'll meet you at half past dark o'clock
when the moon is ready to mould her silver clay
We'll meet you at the bottom of the rock stairs
just where the creek ponytails 
and the ferns whisper about that secret trail 

You'll see us lazing on a fallen tree trunk
watching the fireflies weaving magic circle tracks
You'll see some of us crossing over
and you'll wonder when you'll witness 
our spirits join hands in the valley below the yonder-under  

We'll cross the swinging bridge
We'll slide along on the night-time dewdrop sleet
We'll wind our way through the fern canopy display
We'll never wish another day away
We'll let nature ensure that we never ever again delay

Stick 88 - Red Telephone Box

Red Telephone Box...

The number was 28-6-1965
The call came through at a quarter past 2
The name was given
The joy of the news shared by the proud young parents

The phone had a dial
The dial had 10 holes
The holes had bold black numbers
The numbers led to calls with random life outcomes

The calls were made throughout her life
She rang often and she rang without delay
even when some of them had already passed away
She shared her everything and she shared her all

The telephone box still stand proud in that park
Many others talk, cry, unburdon and lie
Many others walk there and end calls with a smile
The telephone box, in all its red,
witnessed a life filled with decisions and calls of no regret

Stick 87 - Torn off into Strips

 

I hear the train from quite far away

It's rythmic heartbeat sets the pace

The wooden ladder help me cross the fence

as I stand next to the snake rail line space

 

I feel the earth start to shudder

It's announcement of anticipated arrival near-far away

The choice is simple

step forward or step back

 

I want the train-wind to suck my last breath away

It's violent passing rush an echo of cold metal crush-dismay

I lose control as I deliberately test fate

as I deliberately close my eyes and still-in-the-moment-wait

 

I grimmace at the flood-rush-adrenalin in my ears

The violent realisation of that choice frozen in time

my experiment complete

as I float over and above the very spot of that train line moment in time

Stick 86 - I never knew...

But now I know...

That to enjoy the rain clouds build,
you have to lie back and keep very still

That to feel and cleanse with rain,
you need to undress, unprotect and turn your face to the sky domain

That to see a rainbow,
you have to turn your back to the sun

That to reflect on the wet-after-mud,
you have to squelsh it messily through your toes

That to become part of the living human race,
you have to truly get wet, get muddy and fully embrace

Stick 85 - To Peel the Fear

To Peel the Fear...

The Fear was always Near
It caked heavy mud around my legs
It trottled my rasping throat
It chocked my very last grain of hope

The Fear was so tangibly Here
It pretended to represent what's real
It tempered my goals and dreams and hopes  
It pestered my every attempt to heal

My stick stepped Up
It caned the fear
It shook me into action
It carried me towards new traction

I now know to Peel the Fear
I now know what is left after I finish the peeling
It is the overwhelming, positive, freedom feeling
that offers a strong patient promise
far beyond the hold of that un-peeled threathening fear