Voyage Home

Voyage Home
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Listen, Stop and Listen
Gaia speaks in silence,
Turn your ears,
Heed her whispers,
The Evanescence,
of your Worries Vapors,

Come home, she beckons,
Dear wayward children,
Return to my embracing bosom,
Voyage in peace, into the Time,
When the world were all brethren,

Guarded in the blanket,
Of the Loved that left us,
Each a star in the northern sky,
A million loving smiles,
Laying you in the arms of Morpheus.

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Just a few words, to summarise, how important nature is to us. I'm a city boy, i like my five star hotels, and soft beds with fluffy towels in the bathrooms. But every now and then, its important to go out, to see whats there, to go home, to listen to the silence of peace, and to remember who you are. Cos thats what cities and people do, they make you forget. So please, if you can, take the time to Go Home..

The Outback return

It has been Months since i last wrote. I'd say the better part of the year has past(but it really was the worst i hope). I had surgery on my shoulder that kept me in a brace for around 2.5 months, and when i start the slow long process of rehab, the joy of writing sort of left me.

But 8 months later here i am, in perth, on a little much needed holiday. I spent a day and night out in the outback on friday, and truly What a renewing experience. After a long time of booze and woes, i finally found some inspiration.

I'm a prissy city boy, but being in australia, i just had to go out to the bush abit. So we did, my friend jai and i, he booked us on this little Outback adventure thing, and off we went, on the road at 6am in the morning on friday. First stop, Gripthorpe farm.

Part of the experience starts off on a farm. Where we spent the morning with Gus, our brilliant guide/owner of the farm. We were lucky first off, cos they were roundin up the cattle that day. Something they do only once every 6months(so we were bloody lucky). And i tell you, that was an eye opener. Never in my lifetime, would i have expected to take part in such an extravagenza! Nope that is the right word. 300 odd cows, shufflin them thru to the paddock.

Every now and then, you'd get a bugger turn around and look at you. And then you wonder, hmmm does this bugger realise he's bigger then me? lol But thankfully none of them did, and jai and i helped Gus, Bryan and Vanessa round up the cows.

We spent the rest of the morning, lookin at his other livestock, feeding the pigs(where i saw the biggest pig in my life!), Gave milk to some baby kangaroos, chased some sheep over the pasture. I thought, the day couldn't top that!!

And then it did, we went up to the boshack, and Met derrick our guide for the day. Took as on a little journey, telling us stories about the Aboriginals and the different plants. We trekked to the bush to old Abo huts to taste some Croc, and emu meat. Then we rode in a hay bin, which i swear to u is one of the most FUN things to do on a sunny outback afternoon!

The serenity of the bush around the campsite, was unbelievable. Standing in the midst of the trees, it actually sounds like you're in the middle of the ocean. As the wind moves through the branches of each tree, you hear the sound of waves, slowly tumbling across the shore. It was one of the most peaceful experiences i've had since i was in Utah years ago.

After our trek, jai and i took out a canoe onto the cold lake. Now this is a lake u have to see to believe. It looks as if it just got flooded a week ago. All sort of trees, poking out through the water. One word, Surreal...

After that, Derrick built a fire for the evening, and together with 2 other english backpackers traveling the world, we sat down and enjoyed our evening. A brilliant bush flavoured Lamb roast for dinner, Good friends, a beautiful fire, a cold beer, under the most beautifully lit sky i can remember, i hadn't a care in the world.

I could go on and on. So many details, so many things. I've only barely summarised our day. There's a changin winding in my life, and i've been struggling with it. However, being so close to nature, is renewing in itself. We are all so estranged from it. The fresh air, the simple pleasures. Truly if anything ever really bothers you, head out into a little sunshine, see the beauty that surrounds u, breath in peace as the world you're part of intended. Feel the new life in your veins, as Mother Nature weans on you...

Rant

BBC News in the morning, just never fails to set me off for the day with a huge sense of Gloom and Doom. Father Weather of course, does his part, Keeping the taps in the sky on; and together, me and the retarded-broken-curved umbrella made the wet trudge to my car. Ahh, the musky smell of Dismal mornings.

Then i reached my car, and i realised, that there is no possible way- save using a Harry Potter-esque spell- to get into a car, without getting wet. None, Zilch, Zero. You cannot get into a car, while holding an open umbrella, without getting some part of you, and the inside of your door wet! It just doesn't Exist.

And that is how i conveniently forgot, that a bomb went of in Algiers, near a UN building, killing about 20 people. Ahh, Its Good to be Human, A hundred can be dead, but Liverpool making it through to the Champions League Knock out Stage, thats the REAL news!!

Eruct

And what do you know. Its the last month of the 2007th year since they started counting years. One year's worth full of whining, writing, drinking, reading, jumping, drinking, footballing, drinking, hiding, Hospitaling, all kinds of -ings. And with their help, an entire year of ings have come to pass.

Honestly, it all seems a blur. A mesh of dark weekends, and white-washed-wall weekdays. Couple that with a hazy memory, a lethargic aversion to recollection, and lots and lots of Bottles on the wall, and i've come to this pivotal apogee, this quintessential abridgment, for the assemblage of 365(thereabouts) days past....

*BURP*

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Reflection

Reflection
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I let my thoughts wander,
Each time a Little Too Far,
They yearn to Understand my journey,
To know who's driving this car,

I see a person in the mirror,
A weathered, unfamiliar face,
How he arrived in my Reflection,
My Memory fails to Place.

I long to return to the Bosom,
Of a time of a Childish Bliss..
A Place where Innocence flowed Unbound,
As Fountains in a Golden Chalice...
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This is another old poem. Something i'd like to keep. From one of my lonely nights away from home a long time ago. Entangled in trivialities. However, such is life. Sometimes it just feels as if we're not in control, that someone hit that autopilot switch, and we're just along for the ride. Maybe it is. Maybe It isn't, but i think this "Reflection" doesn't change anytime that i read it.

Irony

I always wait till i have something meaningful to write, before i decide to come here and put something down. However, increasingly, i find that there's little meaningful, insightful, or funny for me to write about. Either my ability to eviscerate humour from the world around me has taken a severe hammering, or, there's just nothing much going on!

My life has kind of settled into a routine. Monday to Sunday. Same things, same people, same time, same everything. As Stephen King so eloquently put it, its basically been, SSDD;

Same Shit Different Day.

Such melancholy, just punctures a hole in your sinews of creativity. And all your inspiration, contemplations, and musings just seep out through there, into the void that is routine. Absent of that little spark of difference.

But therein, Therein lies the irony doesn't it? In melancholy lies the muse, and in having nothing of note to pen, words have conglomerated to form the idea, that there is no idea.

Life's little ironies. Found yours for today yet or are you still confused?

Morbid Dreams

Morbid Dreams
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He Awoke Forthwith,
Cold sweat on his cheeks,
The dream was warm,
With a cold Hard Twist,
The stains on his face,
A Testament; Birth,
Of teary knives skidding,
From Eye to Earth,

His Glassy eyes took in,
The Icy Glaze of the Environs,
Unable to Discern,
The Edge of Reality's Pylons,
Fingers trembling,
He reached into the Mist,
A Desperate Grasp,
For Comfort's Fading Wrist,

Eyes Open, He slumbered Once More,
A corpse writhed Among Sheep,
Only to wake, Finally Cognizant,
It wasn't A Dream,
The Mist was real,
The Devil had Come to Call..

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Sometimes, we live through moments, that seem dark and void of all things good. And often, we find that the dank gloom is not unfamiliar; maybe because dark alleys all carry the same aura of foreboding. Of course, in time, such moments pass, and things might get better. But, This is for those Dark times.

Obviously! lol

Sun-Fright

I really have to say, that apart from when i'm playing football, i really have an aversion to sunlight. The sheer brightness of the world thru my open windows every morning, are a consistent pain on my grubby/drunk/not-enough-sleep eyes (cancel as appropriate).

Nights on the other hand, are so much more inviting. You can do everything comfortably. You eat the best meal of the day at night, you can sleep whenever you want(until of course the sunlight comes and stabs you in the eye), you can cozy up to a scary/dramatic/pot-head movie, You can bring yourself a step closer to qualifying for alcoholics anonymous, You can look at stars, and you can CHOOSE the kinda light, and the level of light you want, its just so much more condescending the night is. It's like spending the weekend at you Grandparents house, they let you get away with anything!

I know you morning people are out there, with your 5.30am alarms, and 6am jogs. Absolutely mental if you ask me. Daylight should be for all of 4hrs, long enough for plants to photosynthesis, for us to clear our emails, have our bacon for the day, and return to relaxing bosom of night.

Hmm, i wonder who i can petition to!?

Split ends

I've effectively gone from the Not-so-daily-gazza, to the Once-in-awhile-if-you're-lucky gazza. Well, not like any one is up in arms, and holding cyber rallies that i'm not writing, so its really not too bad. Except for myself, when i look at the triple-declining balance form that my post counts are taking over time.

Anyways, there's just been a lack of inspiration aura about me, that's just sucked all ideas, and positive action out of me. I've turned into a net potato, scouring the deviously deep depths of cyberspace, boldly following links that no man has ever followed before.

I wish. lol
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Now, as for you Mr. Descartes aka Mark, for the whole God is looking over us bit. I think its far from true. If every good thing is to be attributed to an almighty, then i think its only fair that every bad thing should bear his signature too.

Yet, conventional religion teaches different. Good things come from above, and all the messed up things is the doing of that dude from Australia. Which hardly seems fair, cause even if we think something bad is from God, we believe its a test, and that its only going to get better if we get out of it. We don't go around denouncing him, and trying to exorcise him from our lives do we?

I doubt that reality is tied in with a God overlooking us. Most of the time, its a handful of good friends, and the love of a family, or even a random good-willed stranger. And the old, God is moving thru them argument, is a little overused. Cos really, he should be moving thru some OTHER people instead, like those goons tearing the world apart for silver cars, castles, and bottomless swiss bank accounts.

Nope when good things happen, it means that you did good. And if bad things happen, well you probably screwed up some where, and frankly, we'll never ever get things the way we want it, there's just too many ever-changing variables that go into keeping one happy, that'll it'll never ever balance. So bad things happening to you is the one things you can bet your left eye on! hehe

California Dreaming

Alright, i've been taking a long break. Not really! Busy times these are, what with wars, Birthdays, and dodgy Traffic police, a Man rarely has time to even remember that he has to come here and write on occasion.

Anyways, i know i promised you Mr. Descartes that i'd have an answer for you, but i feel like a more pressing feeling to write about this song. I was listening to it twice on my way to work today, its a good song, called "California Dreaming." The First part of the Song,

All the Leaves are Brown,
And the Sky is Grey,
I've Been for a Walk,
On a Winter's Day,
I'd be Safe and warm,
If I was in LA,
California Dreaming,
On Such a Winter's Day..

And you know what, I AM California Dreaming.