Category Archives: Life

Some folk find release imbibing; or is that just surviving? For others it’s the chatter; that leaves my mind ascatter. For me my peace is found in silences wild sound. and life’s music as it flows through the beauty Gaia … Continue reading →

I sat upon a hill one day and watched the world come by to play. A butterfly came dancing by and waltzed her message in the sky. A bird flew up and sang his song and told me there was … Continue reading →

Why wasn’t I born a drover, out there upon the plain? Why wasn’t I born a drover whose foes were wind and rain. I know dust and rain and loneliness are places I could live for I feel that they’ve … Continue reading →

You see them come, You see them go; the rich who think they want to know just how it is the poor folk live and what wisdom they can gain or give. But are you poor when you always know … Continue reading →

Where are they from? Where will they go? This constant human ebb and flow. I wonder, were their pasts all bold? Would they stand proud if truth were told? I think, for most, there’s secrets hid if we were but … Continue reading →

At times I sit and wonder why so many seem to sit and cry and weep and wail and heave a sigh instead of letting their hearts fly.

If I had walked my early miles in shoes that weren’t my own; If I had been who I was not, then how would l have grown? I wonder who I’d be right now if I’d heard anothers song? Would … Continue reading →

Will I stand or will I fall when my back’s against the wall? This question fills so many minds; the answer no one ever finds. But maybe if the truth were known “Backs to walls” is overblown. Maybe the words … Continue reading →

Chance meetings out there in the street; the different people we can meet. Encounters stimulate our mind; so much wisdom we can find. Walking by, a wall of faces; all those people going places. A human face, a heart, a soul; what’s … Continue reading →

PC parasites rule the day; the whole world has to be their way. Nothing can be that’s not in their mold; gone are adventurous, free and bold. “Little boxes made of ticky tacky” we must be; forget the notion of minds … Continue reading →

No one beats the sickle man roaming the land with his masterplan. As you live so shall you die no matter how lowly or how high. Remember when a great man passes, a million died in the other classes. Their … Continue reading →

Sometime I just don’t seem to fit in this world I’m in today; a world of political correctness where ego’s wildly play. This world where knifing in the back is better that to face and speaking in an honest voice … Continue reading →