Glorious Morning Light...

The glorious morning light,
behind curtains red and green, some light can be seen.

From sleep and darkness,
l open them, to a wonderful morning.

The air is nice, and not too hot,
l look at the sky, blue with cloud dots.

All is serene,
Good weather to clean.

So happy within myself,
started dusting all my shelves.

Breakfast, toast and homemade plum jam,
and oolong tea, for the energy.
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lsnt it always the way,
you get motivated,

and something stands in your way,
and you have to wait.

patience, patience.
l used this small energy l acquired for constructiveness,
and cleaned my front entrance to my home.

the weather had heated up,
sweat pouring from my brow.

inside my home,
order is starting,

and all are in line
ready to be done.

l have boiled water,
after reading about the drugs in all our water taps,
its ready for dehy...
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far too hot to stand at the washing line,
leave it for later or some other time.

made sure my tummy was full
so l had the energy to do all inside.

made some sage bread,
made my sketi,
fan on full.
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the day is passing
hope later l can finish what l started.

Night Walking - a poem -...

Quietly she walks
Silence all around
Street lights glare
Blue, and Orange tinge
All so still.

Tis the evening walk
After a sensible feast
Walking shoes on
Head held high
Breathing corrected.

A slight hum
From traffic afar
A russel in a tree
A movement in a bush
Life going on as it should.

l walk for a mile
l turn back homeward
No sore parts
No aches and pains
A sensible walk is my gain.

A DREAM...

SHE HAD BEEN ASLEEP.
SHE WOKE TO MEN PUTTING UP BLINDS ON HER WEST AND EAST WINDOWS AND SHE WAS EXCITED.
NEXT MIN SHE WAS IN ANOTHER ROOM , AND HER FRONT DOOR WAS OPEN, AND ALL HER CLOTHES ON A RACK AT THE FRONT DOOR.SHE COVERED HER LEGS FOR SHE WAS ONLY IN TEE SHIRT FROM SLEEP.
SHE LOOKED OUT , A MAN TALKED TO HER, THE STREET WAS BUSY WITH PPL WALKING UP AND DOWN, VERY BUSY,THE MAN TOLD HER WHERE SHE WAS AFTER SHE SAID SHE WAS IN CARLTON.
SHE WENT BACK INSIDE AND PUT ON HER GREEN OVER SHIRT .THE DETECTIVES WERE THERE AND SHE DIDNT KNOW WHY.BUT THEY LAUGHED AT HER.THEY HAD A KEY TO THIS PLACE.
SHE TOOK A LONG WALK AFTER DRESSING, AND BACK AGAIN.THE WALLS WERE SCREAMING AT HER, AND SHE THREW ENERGY FROM HER HANDS AND YELLED SHUT UP,THE DETECTIVES JUST LOOKED AT HER.
HER THEN THREE NIPPLED MAN COULDNT BE THERE ANY LONGER AND RAN OUT FOR SPACE,.
SOMEONE CAME AND LOOKED AT HER AND SILENTLY WHISPERED, HES KILLED A MAN.THE VOICES SHOWED THEMSELVES AND LAUGHED AND POKED AT HER .
SHE RAN WITH THE MAN, AND WAS TAKEN INTO A SEEDY PLACE NOT FAR AWAY, SHE MET THE MR BIG, AND THE SLEAZEBALLS OF THE CITY.
AND THEN WAS TAKEN TO HER MAN,HE LAY THERE SHAKING AND ROLLING AND CONVORTING IN FEAR.SHE IMMEDIATELY JUMPED ON HIM, AND BROUGHT HIM BACK TO NORMALITY.AFTER HE HAD RELAXED, SHE SAID SHOW HER THE DEAD MAN.
THEY WENT DOWN A DIRTY WOODEN HALLWAY, SHE HAD TO SIDESTEP WHATEVER THAT WAS ON THE FLOOR, GROSS.
THE FELLOW WHO WAS SHOWING HER, BROUGHT HER TO THE PLACE, AND POINTED DOWN.
THERE LAY A BODY WITH THE LIVER STICKING OUT OF THE BODY.SHE POINTED TO THE MAN BETWEEN HIS EYES AND SAID, WHAT EVER U SEE IS BETWEEN U AND I.HIS FACE CHANGED AS HE COULD FEEL HER ENERGY, AND HE OBEYED.
NEXT MIN SHE IS SAYING GET HIM OFF ME , THE MAN WHO GOT THE FINGER, LOOKED IN AMAZEMENT, AND WAS SHOCKED AT WHAT SHE WAS CAPABLE OF, AND COULDNT MOVE FROM SHOCK.
SHE THEN RAN BACK TO HER MAN, AND THEY RAN BACK TO THE PLACE IN CARLTON.AND SHUT THE DOOR.STILL THE DETECTIVES KEPT COMING IN AND OUT.
SHE AND HE SAT QUIETLY, THINKING OF WHAT TO DO NEXT..
THEN I WOKE UP................................

NO, NOT I...

Silently, silently; l go about my business; watching people rushing by, faces of stone and worry, cant help them, no not l.
l wonder about their dear old hearts, and how they pump with rush and anxieties; l cant help them, no, not l.
late, when all is quietening, l look out onto the street, and see so many so tired, and dead on their feet.
And for what reason l may ask, ...
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ln a few days time, it will all be still, and getting up and around will take a lot of your tired will.
For what reason did u rush, then sit exhausted when all is hush.
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My gift for you is my silent compassion mantra, your suffering l understand and feel, yet l cannot help, oh no not I.
l wish for all to see a silent christmas, not one of rush; one of hush, a thought for what it means, or, dont do it at all.
Hypocrits youll become, if you dont do and be true, to you alone.
Gifts of material, o so wrong, gifts of the heart always sing a song...

RESTLESS..

Gooday...

this morning whilst trying to wake from a deep sedated sleep; l looked out of my front door at the green hedge in my sight.something in me yelled change.change ...u need it...lve spent many yrs slowing down on my last adventure which involved late nights, and some drugs dope.l hadnt realised until now how delusion they had made me be.now that lm clear ,lm becoming restless...............

after spending some time in the 360 and reading and making breakfast of egg sandwiches,l blogged this after reading a blogger called pet.................

Old old habits.

A yes person,

that was me. and prolly still is. we do, ' cos we really do want to help, so that others will feel better. we exhaust ourselves to oblivia, and then wish we hadnt done it, but would have felt guilty if we hadnt. someone once said to me, to be emotionally selfish, l thought, oh that sounds really bad. but its not. l bet u haven't been in touch with you for a long time,and youve been doing for others so long, that u dont know who u r. l thought, well maybe this person is right. sometimes we have to look after us instead of others all the time, they can look after themselves, and believe it or not, they do just fine most of them without u. so sit back, and have some you time. cos if u feel good, then when ppl really need you, you will be happier, healthier, and do a better job, 'cos youre not so emotionally tired. l myself only do for ppl now, if my heart is honest, then they get the truth, and not some tired old person who feels obligated..............

Poem - She Sleeps...

here l go; down;down;down; into the bowels of darkness;through tunnels and bends,;down, down,down.light fading, green stench mold and slime,slippery.so so fast, my energies blown from my mind and body to be lost in the dark winding tunnels, to be found on the way back to the light.no thoughts, just falling...no mind. too tired to think.have been here several times before, its a waiting game.time just basic time.lts getting dark now.l cannot see.l cannot think.l cannot feel.l am a ragdoll,useless to myself.l must ride this roller coaster, and just go with it.
l cannot summon the host.she is asleep.she's here but down there, we have to wait.she has to wait.she sleeps.
life on the outside seems so far far away...almost non-existant.she reaches, but her arms are too weak.she falls limp.she sleeps.