Have We Forgotton?

Listen to the rhythms of the earth

You can hear it breathe

Sit in silence

Feel the wind wrap around you

The warmth of the earth

Like body heat

The wilderness talks to you

Its not a language understood

Just resonate

Because when you get there

We are all in unison

Melodic Lyracism of the Imaginarium

My friend Benny wrote this to me this morning...

Today is a good day,
Straight or gay,
either way,
is ok.
The balance of work and play,
is definitiely the best way.
Creative and fun,
Lets blow this pop stand and get our jobs done!

Reading the writing that the writer wrote

Taking a photo of the photographer taking photo's

I want to leave with the clothes on my back, my guitar over my shoulder, a spring in my step and a smile on my face

Hustle

Have you ever watched a butterfly flurry?

Wondered why I thing of beauty is in such a hurry?

Reminds me of a lot of people in this city

How one can be so frantic yet still so pretty

It seems as though people always have somewhere to go

But they can’t take their time and do it slow

If we always rush the journey and don’t enjoy the scenery

We will miss the little joys of life, forgetting ‘what it means to me’

The desert wind whistles through the night air. This walk alone I do not share...

 

You can always escape, you just need to know how

This vast expanse of a landscape

My utopia, my sky, my air, my lake

A place my mind can always escape

When I search your eyes, I fall into your soul and it takes me to a place like no other

May I?

Can I lay my head upon your chest?
A free soul with so much zest
I want to feel what your heart aches for
And hear what it has to tell of stories before

I love artistic underwater photography. There is something so magical about water. One day I will be an underwater videographer...

 

 

This photo was taken on the flight home from Broome after visiting my brother at Christmas time...

I tip toe across the clouds in my imagination

where the world is bliss and the angels carefree

More of my poetry...

Free Verse Automatic Writing

And then I wrote it, as the words were coming to me

A cacophony of lyrics, a word spew catastrophe
 

No thought of definitions or meanings

Just expressions and madness feelings

Each verse representing a tangled web

Of confusion, mayhem in an unclear head

Conjuring up in a mind of solitude

From an unreasonable attitude

Views are rife with melancholy

A picturesque scene of antimonopoly

Fickle thinking is intolerable

A desperate cry so emotional

In a realm of chems and dreams

So visible yet so unseen

This is our company's logo I created...

My friend hijacked my Facebook profile and wrote on my wall 'Jessica loves Benny like Sliced Bread' I was thinking what the? This is where my inspiration for this poem came from...

Sliced Bread

All that is in my head
is the thought of sliced bread

I love the smell of a loaf baking
a piece of sliced bread in the making

It is best enjoyed slathered with butter
Like falling in love when you heart is a flutter

I think I'll enjoy a slice with a cup of tea
Do you like sliced bread like me?