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Second Life
01:48
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Second Life
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Always try to build a second life
Why have one when two can be created
Take the raw materials of the first
Construct monuments to the profound beauty hidden within the cocoon
And while you'll never see it blossom, live or bloom
Shape a fitting legacy for all those things you cherish
Let all humanity rejoice in the opportunity you corralled
Be so much more than a bower bird collecting pretty things
The here and now will pass and be forgotten
history
Grab today by the scruff
Turn it into tomorrow's inspiration
perspiration
elation
Just do it with gladness and goodness in your heart
But above the rest
and your time to go
Just do that thing
that thing of wonderment today
Will soon be commonplace and vernacular
yet always spectacular
And not one wit will it matter if they call your name off the honour roll
The effect of what you did is too profound and huge
It dwarfs the artist of the action
Brush strokes matter more
its light shines across the shadows and corners
history has room for it
Start your second life
vigorously
Do it now
Do it always
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2. |
The Golden Bowl
02:08
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The Golden Bowl
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Second-hand shops contain eternal mysteries
I love to pick over life's leftovers and wonder about the permanence of ownership
So where did it come from?
A happy home
laughter lorn?
or something sinisterly?
Do we ever really own anything
or anyone
or are we just memory custodians?
Keepers of the key for a little time
Perhaps it's all a pretty deceit like falling in love
or homecoming joy
or taking hour long baths
scented candles (from the shop)
puffing up our deflated selves
for a little time
Who owned this Knick knack?
this wigwam for a goose's bridle?
Must have been useful once
Never know where or when I might need it
It will look cool and
I have just the spot
And the price?
well
what is the price of happiness?
The golden bowl with the tiny crack
Is as useful as what you put in it
Flowers
Fruit
Christmas lollies
Ephemeral but sweet
Kind of like our petty lives
The world around us has its trials
My father once said, "you only get out what you put in"
The bough of the heavens can cover us with God given light
or drown our homes with sin ...
But I never choose perfection anyway
The golden bowl
with the tiny crack
is coming back
home with me
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3. |
I snatched myself back
03:11
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I Snatched Myself Back
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I snatched myself back from the jaws of death
I didn't want to go there just yet
Maybe tomorrow I could put it off
Tell him to come back another day
When my fridge was well and truly stocked
With the promises and kisses of another day
Come back then, Old man
And we'll play chess in the mall
You can be black and I'll be white
And I'll wipe the board clean with one lonely knight
We'll discuss the weather and sad state of political nonsense
Then
When my mind is in the right place
Any place other than now
I snatched myself back from the jaws of leaving
I had far too much to say and too little time for grieving
Let's way lay the plans and put those wilting flowers on the shelf
In fact, throw them away
They've had their time
Best not remind me of this past beautiful summer
Just say it's been nice knowing you and all that jazz
And bugger off
Leave me alone
I know you've been cheating all along
There's the door Old man
And take your shovel with you
I snatched myself back from the joys of knowing
A planned reunion rarely comes off
There's always some relative or another
Who wants to kick the can the other way
Stuff things up and make a right royal cock of it
And then there's you I've got to deal with
Standing like a broke down soldier in the corner nursing your drink and nothing at all to say
You are a smug one aren't you
Think you can pull the rug from under me
We'll see
We'll see
I snatched myself back from the jaws of death
And laughed right in his goddam ugly face
See
I told you so
We'll discuss it in the morning
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4. |
These eyes of hers
01:27
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These Eyes of Hers
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These eyes of hers
Have bewitched me before
Frozen me in my tracks
Left spinning on a pinhead
Drew me into a lake placid blue
To drown
She said ultimately everything will be in the past
And how important ultimately is it
Just write what you are
And love me
Love me now
No plans for these moments
Just stand willing where X marks the floor
Make like a bullseye
Pray for a direct hit
Pray for a direct hit
The truth is now and her eyes speak for me
At long last
The past
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5. |
Wallsend
02:05
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Wallsend
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To say either was my plan
When neither would ever do
Either we wind back to the start
Or I'm afraid again we're through
Just castrate these thoughts of leaving
Throw them to the ditch
Both you and I know by now
Which side of love is which
Just stand
Stand up
Just stand up for the status quo
I'll let you redesign the wall
Let you win a couple of points or so
Never bend
Walled in until Wallsend
Stop being a victim
stand up
Take control of yourself
Lord knows I would do it too
Walk those words back to the start
Cast them out again
Thieves and robbers beset me
Just because I took the bait and left the hook hanging in my chi
Just
stand
Stand up
Drag your sorry feet from the shadow of contrition
And remember those people who put you here
If you stay, it is all your doing
If you choose to stay
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6. |
Nightingale
01:50
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Nightingale
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Nightingale nurse tucks hospital corners into the edges of my dreams
Neat as a pin
Sharp as a tack
Origami
shapes
rectangle
windows
monitor
squares
And your lovely face
It must be drugs that made me say those things
With two days left to the springing of winter
The reluctant fall of summer
But you, my dear, will fly right through the succulent annuals
And will plot a weaving course for that remote seduced island
Where we will kiss away the sand from our eyelids
And await the crossing of Euphrates
A smiling procession
Anne
Laura
Bev
Raphael
Checking instruments marking charts
God knows what direction we are sailing
Just a good night sleep is all I need
Where the shallows of my breathing wash up on a distant shore
Where our footprints will mark the golden sand for a time
A sad reminder of what was
I search for a future hazed in the sun
As it sinks its bloody eye into the moon held sea
Dancing
No longer trapped
I'll be walking out under my own steam
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7. |
Singing Fences
02:32
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Singing Fences
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Out here fence lines bound round the horizon
Gallop in a strange demented heat dance
Wires pulsate and shudder
Cryptically
Push against lively heated molecules
Ducted and rising
A harmonising thrum backing soloing crows
Acclaimed Divas of the plains
What voices are these?
Black ornaments hanging from a listless breeze?
Time suspended
Largely irrelevant
Point of sun sky crossed means plenty
Speaks more than the boundary rider's high slung song
Traditional elders understand this
Bent to the spirit of the rainbow serpent
Curved distant horizon
Rhythm of cicadas and geckos line banks of a lifeless creek
A slumbering city
Waiting lifeblood
The roar of rushing enzymes
Sculpting story boards upon ancient stone
History markers signal you'll never feel alone
Camp beneath gnarled charcoal gidgee as gentle night breeze plucks at strings
Conductive air
And what amphitheatre is this?
Candles on high
Punching holes through billy tea darkness
Out here a percussive chamber work
Sculthorpe edgy
Wiry
Probably in D flat
Vibrations of a timeless land
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8. |
Velocity
04:08
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Velocity
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1) Hummingbird Time
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What is it about the young
What compels them to always flitter flutter away
Always in a hurry to be someplace else?
I wrestle with that dark space surrounding me
Emptiness left longing for her company
But I fill these vacant sacks instead with the musing of an old man
Tied off inevitable, slow of movement
Tired
Shuffling from room to lonely room
Counting time as the kitchen clock drones on and on and on ...
She will return, I tell myself
And her bright smile will once again cast out these shadows
What is it about the young
So careless free and wild hovering over fields of hedgerow hope
The world is welcoming her
Wide eyed and innocent as a spring wound back to zero
Yet miss her I will
Sentimental old fool never ventured past that white picket fence
Lived a life through words seeded and virulent
Always circling over the same bland patch
But she will return on the wings of blessed fortune
And wait a time
before alighting again
2) If Shakespeare
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If Shakespeare ambled round today
Would he scratch out his musings
With a feather quill
Draw inspiration from an overflowing inkwell
Cause that's what he knew
Old habits die hard you know
Would he turn out at the barracks
For a tankard or three and carouse with the bard boys
until the publican poured them all out on the street
Cause that's how you really live
Old friendships tied to the mast of the frigate frozen in the bay
I am betting a thousand gilders he wouldn't forsake his times
But invent a future he would never get to see
And that's the real meaning, you know, of this whole disenchanted thing
The one where imagination plants the forests of tomorrow
All artists draw their meticulous verse from the wintry veins
Of gas lit snow dredged back street lanes
Love hearts on frosty panes
The pipe lit from the hearth
Lips pursed
Breathing rings into a veritable furnace
That's what I would expect to see
When Shakespeare projects himself into the centre of attention
In this crowded well-oiled pub
With its garrulous patrons
Taking shouts to skol the schooners
What a strange and interesting man
When he talks as he offhand does often and verily
Merrily verily
I can't understand a bloody word he says
Pooncey showboat skite
So, he probably should have stayed at home tonight
And left me to my reading
3) Alone Again?
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She said to me "do you want to be alone?"
I said "No! Who the fuck wants to be alone?"
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Deep in the heart of winter
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I have never seen the snow fall
So, I guess I have never really lived
But I never cause to doubt it
Pause a while
Just softly believe
The pictures and the postcards falling
Idyllic leavening
Cast as multicoloured crystals
Filtered and dappled among the firs
Wings matted dank dark
mattered
Cast as shards of thought
Across the forest floor
Casket depth in snow
Deep in the heart of winter
If I touch it will it disappear
Fleeting
Ephemeral
If Thomas never questioned
The word
Heavy parched as it passed his lips
What would be the point of all his suffering?
Fell too fast
Laws
Blanketing cosseting
Filling every crack and crevice
Mattered
Passed on from traveller to lonely travellers
Traipsing knee deep in cold wet
Bone hugging
Cold
Up to our armpits in barren beauty
Deep in the heart of winter
Here today gone tomorrow
Melt
Silence spreads
I have seen the storms roll in
Savage and directed
Cast from the iron will of summer
Tearing the roofs from their moorings
And bobbing the boats on the bay
As six packs torn from their Eskys
The last throes of the beast as she fights the inevitable
Choking on the fumes of a summer haze
Strewn across the afternoon commute
It sure made a believer of me
But left me cold and longing for the long shadows of winter
I have never seen the snow fall
So, I guess I have never really lived
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10. |
Port Arthur
03:48
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Port Arthur
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1
---
crack
caught in the crossfire of sunlight through
clouds
columns of decaying granite - ruins laid
waste by a gestating day
lonely wolf silhouette dangerous
against a peaceful yet troubled background
spreading evil - richer than a rosette
of blood
but how to crack the mind of madness
incarnate?
crack
A kernel of sharp-edged insanity
blue metal soulless machine
glinting in the newborn rays
of sunrise over Port Arthur
where all the trapped and screaming
faces
merge into the black heart of one
who moves in the shadow of man
II
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such are days which start in beauty
green lawns manicured merge into
fragrant blue skies
and throngs of the living
spread their picnics for the last
supper
as children frolic like wispy wind
and stir eternal the
haunted forgotten wrecks of humanity
lurking a ways up the hill
such are days which start in beauty
and rollercoaster into wide-eyed fear
for who could guess the mind of a
madman
as he stalks his shadow
III
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so where are thou from oh son of man?
modern day messiah of discontent
muttering old man of broken teeth
living with the rats and refuse
of a society which groans under the
weight of self-satisfaction
fixating on endless re-runs
of Rambo toting icons
as they spit their venom across
an empty screen - softly glowing
infusing spirit into the son of man
he'll sleep well tonight
IV
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what history can spawn such horror
precise calculating
gunning down shadows as they
spill to red
innocents spread like automatic spray
splashed against a bloodied sky
suffer the children for they shall be shot
point blank ... and stop the timeline
for all is sickly quiet
stillness descends
as history repeats the tabloid story
and pictures the son of man
as a child
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11. |
The Projectionist
03:17
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The Projectionist
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A.
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I'm finding a new excitement
Swept back to the corners of my mind
The universe of living memory
Flashes of consciousness
Flicker in and out
Willow-the-wisps of inspiration lit from the Maker
Who stands above the laws of nature, goddamn it
He is the big guy in charge
The Kahuna
The projectionist of moving realities
Loading the reels one by one
Sequentially onto the spindle
Extracting the juice
Every last drop from countless distracted viewings
Be.
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To the glorious dead
One of those news reel deals
The stoic American chewing on grandpa's pipe
Revelling his part in the Great War
Seen 'em come and go
Shell fire shrapnel flickering and flitting at the front
Lord have mercy on the heroes projected on screens
Laid up behind hospital curtains
Reading Lord Tennyson
Drawing breath between the lines
You'll be just fine
Tum te tum te tum te taa
See.
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If you experience it enough it becomes your pin hole of truth
A collection trapped in a celluloid prison
Amber chains
Light shining
Pardoned by the passing
The projectionist knows all this and more
Punches the stubs at the door
Knocks the popcorn from your hands going in for the final kiss
Closing credits roll
Lights fade up
Take your sorry arse and wander home all alone
Leaving alone?
Unlit byways tonight?
Oh yes, you'll leave on your own alright
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Sometimes I am just glad to be alive
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Sometimes I am just glad to be alive
Sucking it all in
Breathing out these subtle shaded demons that possess me
Sometimes I sit on the bench at the edge of the wetlands
Poking at my phone as I listen to the orchestra of bird life and the drone of cars and trucks
Humans going places behind me
Sometimes I eyeball my surroundings uncovered by the mid-morning sun
And glance away from the mother and her child riding their bikes
Along the pathway
Fringe dwellers
It's way too precious to make eye contact
It's way way too ...
When you've sniffed around the corners of hell and shaken hands with those things that don't
bring comfort
When you've come back from some foreign land and escaped the trappings of travel
Sprayed them all off
Journeyed out beyond the edges of the railcars and city burlesque
And found a tree in a park where nobody cares much to go
And you really rest your war-torn body and mind
Adjust your set on a vista heard unseen
You will discover just how precious it all is
And you too will be glad to be alive
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13. |
Precious Life
00:57
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Precious Life
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Try as I might I just can't
push this precious life
Soon it will be worthless shit if I don't try just a little bit
Too bad I'm feeling lazy
Perhaps hazy
crazy
ups-a-daisy
There's a voice hollering inside
To let this day slide
for me to crawl and hide
When this precious life is out the door
I won't need to worry anymore
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14. |
Icarus on the sun
01:36
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Icarus on the sun
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Fear is not something you place in a corner and wonder about
It creeps up on you
Envelopes you
And if you were to take the time to capture it and stroke its soft belly
Make it really purr
It might just put away its snarling sharp teeth
And sink calmly into you
Invite you on a strange journey to someplace deep within
I can't share too much
It's a personal taste
Could be a chocolate waterfall or cascades of pain
Or a coalition of forthright words
Just know that strength comes in storm fronts
Flattening every little thing in its path
And that the rain that follows
Will be as sweet and as clear as the truth
When you first cried in amazement
Leaving behind the safety of the ledge
Leaving
On an endless flight as
Icarus on the sun
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WAYNE HALFPENNY Redcliffe, Australia
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