The Black Book with the Red Spine
Part Four
Changing a nappy Part I
The whiff hits you first
'have you done kaka Sarah?'
stupid question
you know the answer
hoping for once it to be no so you
can keep watching the telly
but no chance
pull nappy back and see the brown smudge
creeping up the back
look at wife
'your turn' she smugly chirps
settling herself on the couch
up you lumber leaving your shape behind in the beanbag
'come on then kaka bum'
as you drag her laughing to the bathroom.
The ladder of consciousness
Up and down the ladder of consciousness
lower mind, illumined mind, intuitive and finally
the overmind
realm of poetry and magic
tapped into here
eternal joy
Beethoven's music
Van Goghs paintings
Wordsworths poems
all bringing the same joy down to man
glimpses of our potential
we can live in this glorious state
constantly
if we look within
silence the mind
climb the ladder of consciousness
not jump up in flashes
temporary
as the poets do
but learn to move there at will
acting as a bridge
to bring down this glory
consciously to mankind
helping in our glorious evolution
to eternal joy and bliss
beyond the overmind
into the truth.
Table in the park
bag up on the table
open bearing its contents
today's paper
open at the sports pages
a few books
Oscar wilde, Sri aribindo
a notepad
full of imagined poems
an outside table
in the park
old worn wood
sits the owner
writing away in his little pad
silence the mind
no thought
try and let the thoughts flow from above
keep going
Australia I
Australia is bare
grass tries to go green
soon fades to burnt brown
trees search for water
air scarce all around
hot and dusty
flies swarming all over
kids at the beach
turning to lobsters
pinebark mulch around our plants
no weeding to do
good idea
too hot for me though.
Natrad
in the park on Saturday morn
car radiator has knackered up
repair shed miles from home
miles from anywhere
three hours to fix
three hours to kill
into a nearby café for a quick coffee
read the paper
sausage and sauce butty
out into a hot and windy day
walk along deserted lanes
past prefrabicated factories
alongside a farm
electrified fence
should I touch it??
bloody hell no
into a park
sit at table
meditate, read and write a poem
this one
better finish
time to pick up car.
Man on the Moon
man on the moon
he went too soon
blew up like a balloon
on the way to the moon
down below in the ship
off to Venus, what a trip
kangaroo, koala and furry bear
see them here
see them there.
Chief Grief
closet living animal kind
drink a beer
a jug of wine
thirty love and all is fine
pull the roll
watch out for the fluffy dog
drop a log
sigh with relief
bow to the chief
give it some grief.
White wine blues
I drink some rancid wine
hate the taste but keep drinking
why
hate to get drunk and wake up with bad head
yet keep drinking
why
Brick garden truth
The day was warm and sunny
clear skies above
out in the back
digging, digging, digging
since returning to Oz
it seems all I've done
dig the soil
lay some edging
dig some more
why has the grass grown brown
dying away
peaceful and calm
sit by the grass
VB in hand
take a slug
feels good
hear the birds sing
close my eyes
let go of all thoughts
the I goes
truth is there.
World Cup Nights
Staying up for the world cup
quarter final time
did it last night too
man, I feel knackered
but it is worth it to
see the action as it happens
even taping it is not the same
wife thinks I am crazy
only one more week to go.
Job hunt blues
look through the paper
ticking possible jobs
cut them out
arrange them neatly
these to phone
these to write to
not more bloody jobs
for more bloody capitalists
smash the lot
anarchy rules OK
Warbled
Let go of the thoughts
surrender
do not fight
accept life
go with the flow
renounce ideas
renounce knowledge
clear the mind
aim for silence within
live here now
no past
leave memories behind
die and be born again each second
seconds don't exist
as past is so with future
the present
time and space cease
simply be
clearing away the clouds of ignorance
the seaweed of individual ego
find the immutable truth
as it is and always will be
the divine in all
all are one
all are God
divine in spirit and matter
go into evil and find the spark of
the divine therein
it is only by going into both
good and evil
that one finds the oneness in both
the divine link in both
enabling you to transcend all duality's
bring the resulting light down to earth
transforming all consciousness into
Sat Chit Ananda
UNIX script sunbursts
UNIX, shell scripts
bourne shell
what is that??
Turn the machine off
Family
Mum and dad on hols in America
visiting middle son Mark
with Italian wife Barbara
in Worcester
Near to Boston
Ireland of the east coast
pop into Cheers
Have a beer with the guys
Boston tea party
revolt against the brits
how dare they!!
Waste a good cup of tea
then they flea
Paul comes on his horse
warns the boss and
its on at noon
what so soon
other son left home
what's he doing
business bankrupt
owing money to all
threats, house up for sale
hope his drinking lessens
Janice takes him in hand
and me
here in oz
no job but beautiful wife
gorgeous daughter
what more could I wish for
nothing
take care
Park in the dark
blue, moo in the stew
whole cow and shark
afraid of the dark
walking in the park
all for a lark
slash it comes
peeing over the tree
what a relief
have an ice-cream dear
What's it all about
My dear, my dear
don't take any of the bullshit
no unsolicited mss
what do this fucking crap mean
mss
what the hell is this
you will take my stuff and read it you bastard
or else I will shove a stake up your arse
get me you lilly livered fucking twat
yes I know you and you know me
we know each other
us three
nothing to do with it
family
what's that
never eard of it and neither have you
we people of the west have no sense
you of the east no fucking brain
get my drift
I am sure you do
now come here and show me your latest epic
crap
absolute and utter
sell like hotcakes
most people are thick as pigshit
like you and me
of course
they are you and me
spare me the philosophy crap
please
oh brother nearly time for the footie
come on you blues
first division rubbish
heading for second
say that to my face
heading for the second
take this you fucking cunt
smack, bang
watch me boddies
lovely creamy head
cream of Manchester
lovely my old dear
see ya tomorrow
Kodak crap
Kodak, the giant multinational
going for an interview with them perhaps
working as a sales rep
yes, may I see the m.d.
here is my card
there is my company car
complete with mobile phone
smart suit
bullshit
it is these bastards I want to smash
all multinationals
producing crap no one needs
destroying the environment to do it
brainwashing people
third world and first
via advertising
into desiring this rubbish
which they do not need but
are now convinced will make them happy
only when we wake up to this will we ever progress
to a loving, cooperative fulfillment
Education
Education in the modern world
not teaching people to think
God forbid
that is the last thing it does
more like a factory
churning out robot people to
fill the labour force of the future
never questioning the point of it all
never looking at this world and seeing the futility of it all
wondering why no one feels complete
all unhappy
trapped in the grip of meaninglessness
never contemplating the causes
realising it is this individualised greedy world
education should teach people to think for themselves
to question the world
challenge the status quo
but knows if it did
people would not like what they found and
determine to smash it out of existence
now there is a thought!!
Pen in bag
scrambling in the bag
searching for a fag
no a pen really
but pen did not rhyme
and fag did
so does lag and shag
now shag sounds much more interesting
shag a bag
caught the pen yet?
No, still looking
Speed Limit
Sixty k's the signs all say
saw them as I shot past yesterday
doing 80
God everywhere
Full to the core
what a bore
slop off down the pub
sink a beer, nosh some grub
air looks clear
think I'll drink some more beer
howdy dowdy
a mighty fine day
past no more
future never coming
present in the mind
step outside to the here-now
Nirvana, God is here always
Eternal, unchanging , divine
divine in everyone, every thing, every act
even the most evil
only when we accept this
dive in and experience the divine
the ourselves
can we complete the circle of reality
transcend both good and evil and
see God everywhere and in ourselves
the lion ticked in winter
Hello everyone out there
what are you looking out
don't get lippy
I heard you
every word
cheeky bastard
but you look divine my dear
like a whale on heat
come on get your boozokas out for me to such on
mmm tastes scrumpious
hang on a minute
cup of tea at hand
one squeeze or two
more tea vicar
no
well fuck you and stitch this
cut to a scene of vicar in penguin shape getting nutted by
crazed Mancunian throthing at the mouth whilst drinking a can
of Boddies
Sounds simply divine my dear
who the hell are you with divine this and that
bloody dickie attenborough
get me out of here
large vodka and cheque please
chow.
I click my mouse to move down
What more can I say
the earth fell apart and I was the cause
pulled too hard I suppose but
how was I to know
it was
very week
in the middle
core had gone cold
expected flaming orb to come out and burn me
ended up with a limp orange marmite stick
could not light up a weekend barbie
strange but I thought I saw the man in black
trick of light
shadow
by for now
Bloody cars
time to go home
car in the garage
mystery problem
can't get it to start
bloody cars
Public Transport
What should I use today
bus, tram or the train
a combination of all three
love using public transport
take a book onboard
have a pleasant journey
reading and contemplating or
simply observing the world go by
noticing new things every time
staring out the window
watching fellow passengers
catching their eyes
both looking away in embarrasment
only to see their eyes once more
seeing the content ones
the ones easily irritable
grumbling and moaning about everything
sometimes a talker sits near you
begins to talk on any subject
I feed him his line
he is glad
does not want to hear me speak
likes to natter on
people off and on
quiet times the best
not so good in the peak
crush of people
standing up
no peace
uncomfortable
otherwise a joy
why do people use their cars so much
fouling up the atmosphere.
Giving Up
Give up the results of ones actions
no desires
no wishes
no wants
no I or individual ego
action with no doer
simply being
in the here now
a bridge to the absolute
bringing it to earth
to transform mans consciouness
the I no longer existing
the past is dead
pay no heed for the morrow
living spontaneously in the present
naturally
outside of the mental constructs of time and space
bringing the eternal light
sat chit ananda
back to earth
helping to clear the clouds of ignorance
so all can see the truth
eternal and everlasting
blissfully divine
transcending all dualities
Arrows and action
do things with no thought for me
I no longer there
doing and doer reunited
only the action leftr
coming directed by the absolute
just right and joyfull
lighting up the world
with the arrow of truth
no desire for any rewards
simply the being
as is
subject and object no longer
only non duality
and perfect love
Violence
Working against mens violence
beating up wifes and kids
the anger within
because they are adrift
in a world of meaninglessness
competition and greed
more, more, more
destroying the environment
destroying mans want to share
left hollow
knowing this endless grab for more
simply leads to greater despair
but not knowing what else to do
anger erupts in a flash of fists
or worse
how to open up the truth to this
to us all
the joy in the absolute
the divine in them, me and all
our eternal oneness
sat chit ananda
questions with no answers
in the eternal truth
The end is near
The end is near
I hear the final curtain
it drops and me with it
too many VBs down the back of the bike shed
with lucy luck
my
what a f…k
boy she's got big bazookas
lovely to play with
massage and lick
tastes just divine
but I put away my manhood and strode to the stage
nothing going on
all finished
ended
left
just like this book
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