Par-Tea Time

Tea for two and two for tea
What a splendid day for you and me
A rainbow pours from the spout
Phantasmagorical! I shout
The suns beams form our table
What delight to be part of this mythical fable
The cupcakes are dancing with the spoons
I make icing angels and chocolate moons
The scones are filling themselves with custard
The joker appears and jumps right off his card
I offer him a cloud of nine
Tea is served right on time

The Muddled Mechanics

I find the truth in lies
My fantasy world is real
There is life in death
Is that so surreal?
When it is dark I will shine
When I am numb I can feel
There is noise but I am deaf
This is how I've learned to heal

Poor little fishy

The shallower it gets the more my poignant anxiety rises and my body is restricted whilst I am turbulently flipping about gasping for air.

When pride gets in the way.

The hare's explanation of his race with the turtle was so overly exaggerated by his egotistical pride that he had forgotten to tell me the end result of his true failure.

Blues Festival 2011

I met some genuinely amazing good people who were my camping neighbours, I danced for 5 days, probably even in my sleep to some of the most memorable musicians I will see in my lifetime, I had great conversation, laughed entirely, drove the most Wicked of all Campers from Sydney to Byron and back again, got to see my beautiful mother, met my work mates lovely soul of a boyfriend who she thinks the world of and visa versa who gave me a precious ring of his and it was a fox, my work friend kept me company the entire way home with mellow conversation, I face planted in the mud by tripping over a tent rope, I hugged a fireman, I spoke to Clare Bowditch on stage, someone called me Slash, I met Helen of Troy, I ran into my beautiful mate from work, I painted a blue love heart on my cheek with Blue zinc I bought on the way with intentions of painting half of my face like Braveheart and my new friend forever let me put a matching one on his, We had great weather the first few days, I consumed, oh boy did I consume, there were quotes for everyday even more than just one, I rocked the gumboots the entire time, the level was still riding high when I came home and still going strong thanks to technology, I am going to get my Splendour on in the Grass in a few months time which will be a great adventure!!! Rock on and see you on the flip side!!

How handsome is this fellow?!!

To Benny On His 30th Birthday

On 12^th of February 1979 the ones you love were blessed with a gift of joy

An amazing person, beautiful blue eyes a smug smile, a little baby boy

It’s a wonderful thing to meet someone like you

A friend who is fun. Caring, happy and a little crazy too

Dress up all shiny and new and enjoy this special day

If you weren’t here it would be like the sun missing a ray

Happy 30^th birthday babes and enjoy every minute cos you’re only 30 once mate

But you have many years ahead to experience this world and yourself to create

I love all the times that we have shared having such sick fun, especially on the jack and jills,

I love to see you smile, you’re worth everything and the world wouldn’t be the same without Benjamin J Mills

Lub you bro

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?