Aboriginal Sweet Water

Aboriginal Sweet Water

This land as always been my home

More than two thousand generations

My people have shared this land

Living their lives and all they offered

Songs and stories filled the air

That was long ago when then sweet water flowed

Feeding the land and keeping us alive

Roos ran wild in our bush

Emus layed their eggs in plentiful nests

They fed our babies and gave us clothes

And we were a proud people

And the sweet water came at night

The water is now gone

Evaporated by the desert sun

The Roos and Emus have moved on

Nature and Australia have turned their backs on us

Our traditions are still among us

We are still a proud people

We can and will survive no matter what

The spirits will hear our prayers

They will grant our wishes

The sweet water will once again flow

We will once again be in paradise

And our songs can once again be heard

Another Earth

Another Earth

What if there was another Earth

Just the same as ours

With people, animals and plants

I wonder if I was ever born there

If I were what would I say to him?

What would he say to me?

Would he be rich and famous?

Or would he be just like me

Would he write stories and poems?

Maybe he would love only money

Would he have a family to love?

Or would he lonely and sad

What would it be to look into my eyes?

And see someone so like me looking back

Would it be strange realizing that I am not unique

Not one of a kind in the massive universe

In that moment when we first meet

When we first talk to each other

Neither of us would be alone

We would each have a brother

Someone to share stories with

Maybe someone with the same memories

Maybe we could become friends

Maybe

Night Sounds

Night Sounds

Laying in my bed

Listening to the tick tock of the clock

I hear a siren in the distance

A dog barking down the street

The people in the next apartment having sex

All are distracting yet relaxing

Waiting for my dreamtime to come

Thoughts cloud my mind

What could I have done differently?

Is there a plan for my tomorrow?

Too many thoughts to be able to sleep

Not tonight

I will just listen to the clock

The sirens

The dog

And the people having sex

Tomorrow will take care of itself

Fridays

Fridays

I took the day off from work

Told the boss I had the flu

A Mc Donalds lunch

A movie at the multiplex

I just thank God it’s Friday

The bar opened at five

Jim, Jack and Smirnoff were waiting for me

My friends are always there

I don’t plan on eating

Just listening to the music

Jamie Gordon singing lively country songs

Everyone clapping to the rhythm

Ginger Sue dances on the beer soaked floor

Swinging her ba donkey donk like it never swung before

She’s God’s masterpiece in Daisy Dukes

I only wish I could see her

My vision comes from the bottom of a beer glass

My head swims from my drinks

So many bottles and glasses on the bar

Each one a moment of pleasure

Each on a lost moment of time

My judgment dies along with my liver

Even the ugly girls start to look good

A case of beer and a bottle of whiskey

All gave their lives for me

I know I will not remember any of this

I will not know the girl I wake up next to

But I don’t care

I just thank God for one thing

Next Friday I can do it all over again

Look At The Roses Bleed

Look At The Roses Bleed

Look at the roses bleed

Given as a gift of love

They watched the love fade

First to indifference

Then into an unnecessary hate

They watched the kisses stop

Words of anger filled the air instead

The children watched their parents fight

Looked on as they were ignored

Ran when the anger turned toward them

Hiding from the people who loved them

Look at the roses bleed

Mourning over the sadness of a dead love