Upon occasion, upward gaze
Reveals a cotton candy sky
Troubles simply melt away
As do the questions “why?”

At two years of my age we had two hunting dogs; Pepper and Pete.
They were "Irish Settlers" a lovely rust color and I loved
lounging on the floor with them in the winter months, before the
fire. I don't remember, but I was told this was so. Age four, we
had a "Lab Or Door Receiver" hearsay has it, he would not let me
out of the front yard. He would push me back into bounds with his
soft nose in my back.

The Cretor Spirits rumbled across the skies.
A dark storm formed on the Western Plains of New South Wales,
Flew past Orange, Bathurst, Lithgow - lifting tin roofs and tiles as
It did its destructive best to upset the well-laid plans of
Miners, Pastoralists and Sarsparali.
Up the Megalong Valley and descended
On Blackheath, the Hydro Majestic and Katoomba.

God(ess) blocked their way back up the path, as Adam and Eve tried to retreat to
Eden. "NO! this is no longer your home. you must go out into the world That I will
create NOW," She said as She slammed her staff tip down! being still pissed off at
Eve for her audacity to touch the forbidden fruit of the Tree Of Life! "Now you will
have children and they will age you. For NOW you are vulnerable to many ailings and
burdens of Man!"
Eve, for the first time, shed tears of abandonment. Adam did not even blink. his mind

Music is a place where I go
A device of teleportation
I’m an instrument, finely in tune
Receiving every vibration

Every note has called me home
Or made it’s home of me
Taught me secrets seldom sought
Trained my ears to see

I chased thunder in my youth
Metallic dreams abound
Never lost my taste for folk
It’s earth to which I’m bound

Younger still, weekends spent
Listening with my aunts
American Top Forty
Those glorious pop charts

Poets and appreciators
Prophets and acolytes
Drunks and sadists
Victims and violators alike
Sickened by secrets and
Stricken with brilliance
Are you the product or
Are you the process
What part do you play in
The sudden grace
Proper poetry elicits
We are gathered together
And anchored outside
The imperative
Utterly alone despite
Any union we attempt
Solitary in the displacement
Our perspective effects
Called upon to find a
Renewed refined and

Musically, she was an eclectic. Early in life, she was deeply smitten with Buddy Holly and the Crickets. At the very least, she would "Rave On." “Every day” of her life.
Of course we should not forget Johnny Cash, who "Walk(ed) The Line" with she and her father in her formative years. Leading to "Folsom Prison."

Thoughts go a swirling
They’re funneling down
Approaching the vortex
Around and around

Falling through the aperture
Join the other grains
A multitude of other thoughts
The pleasures and the pains

More still fall upon me
I’m crushed beneath the weight
Then someone flipped the hour glass
Before it was too late

If I’m to live and breathe and cry
Made of flaws and stern resolve
Disappointments of my self
Inflated by this frantic mind

I have at least a million gifts
Within, without, yet unrealized
Treasures awaiting discovery
In some chamber sealed and dark

Traveler of thoughts may cover miles
Beyond the reach of other means
Inner space is strangely vast
Where gravity pulls stronger still

I feel the Christmas spirit
and wonder why just now?
Is it the festive decorations
do they bring it out somehow?

Or is it merry children's faces
sitting on Santa's lap?
Maybe it's a dog wearing
antlers on his little cap

Is it buying X-Mas presents
or receiving some?
Feeling songs and music
about a kid and drum?

Maybe Christ and someone's savior
has come to deliver us
from the Devil and his minions
want to throw us before the bus