Gwen

I have met the most wonderful lady ever
Her smiles her laugh won forever

 I will not bother her no more

 as to do so would hurt me

 to the bloody core. 

I know that you are good for me

 from the minute that you kissed . 
I think to be in your life
would bring much love and strife and this

 I would disappoint

 maybe even cause you pain.
I will crash and burn in my bloody  brain

As i lay upon the floor

 is like heaven coming true
To find an lovely lady

 even though I am still in love with you. 

you are you are my dream come true
I left and I am blue

 Then I smile upon the sky
 Dance and dance then good bye

as shinny clouds pass me by

Tears come streaming from my eye

Love is so illusive a twinkle in my sigh
To see you  there and only why did I say good bye.

Night fishing on Jarvis bay

This was taken last night off Huskisson  the blue lights are the lee lights to the sheltered waters of the creek behind. For those who do not know what lee lights are they are two light set one behind the other and one above the other so when the two are in line you head to the shore and you will not run aground.

Catch tag and release

The new game of love is remove the heart from the scene
love for the sake of is just straight out mean
Fishing for the perfect catch is what has been
there is no such thing that is worth my heart that's seen


food for thought and mind left obese
time for rethink on the thoughts of love with ease
The sun shines on a windy mind in memory's cheese
Just like fishing catch tag and release

Cupid

Crying in the dead of night for love that's lost you see
Stupid bloody cupid he has played some tricks on me
If I catch the little bastard ill stick his arrow up his knee
That not the only place he'll feel it he will never have a wee
Stupid little noddy bastard I'll smack his arse with glee
He is lead on by women who have it in for me

This is an analasis of the poem

Cupid is a famous archer who is often associated with love and romance. However, in this case, the speaker of the poem seems to have a negative opinion of him. They are upset that Cupid has played tricks on them and caused them pain. The speaker expresses their desire to catch Cupid and punish him for his actions. They also express their intention to take revenge on Cupid by sticking his arrow up his knee, which is a metaphor for causing him physical pain.

The poem also suggests that the speaker's negative experiences with love have led them to have a negative perception of Cupid. They believe that Cupid is a "stupid bloody cupid" who has played tricks on them and caused them pain. The speaker also implies that Cupid is not the only one to blame for their problems, stating that women who have it in for them have also contributed to their pain.

Overall, the poem expresses a negative view of Cupid and his actions, and suggests that the speaker is looking for revenge and punishment for the pain he has caused them.

Love

Smiling on my soul crying in the sky
He went away and left me and never said good-bye
Hurting in my mind devil's got my heart
torn it from my sun shine and tore it apart

Never speak of love hate has got my name
only hear of change did not ever blame
Black clouds of love in a desert storm
Shaken from my sleep back to ever norm

Speaking love from never gone from broken dreams
Nothing is left of love and lousy luck it seams
I love with you yesterday never any more
my broken heart smashed upon the friggen shore...............

lost friend

The day is long and feeling dread
my heart is torn no tears to shed
my son is gone from me its said
the pain will go its in my head

time slips by.

Today is raining on my house
I sit here quietly with out my spouse
Where is she I do not know
My fiery heart is a glow
Made of water wind and rain
I smile at me there is no pain
Sounds of rain up on my roof
there is no pain there is no proof
love is here around me now
..................................cow

The smart arse and the uncooperative.

The smart arse and the uncooperative are seen by the managers of fear.
Selected to be made fun of for someones ego to blame when they make not right.

The smart arse and the uncooperative are the doers of all work and are unseen by the majority.
The majority of of can't do or I won't do so they can complain.
When the smart arse and the uncooperative are always at the sharp end of success.
They say aren't they lucky.

Fuck off there is no luck involved only fucking hard work and toil.
That is why we are branded the smart arse and the uncooperative.

written in 1998 after my last sacking for being carried out of Wongawilli colliery on a stretcher.

Whistle

The wind sings a song
Sun sets behind a mountain
Smell success the more it ingrain
Love of a country all the same
Whistle a tune in my mind.

butterfly

Back in 2000 I wrote this small ditty called Butterfly.
Butterfly butterfly from earth you leap
To swim through the heavens with out a peep
To sore high on wing
to glide so steep you little thing
From where you came was a wonder
Through storm and wind and now some thunder.

Just for fun

I meet a smiling being who danced a way with me
Smiling little fellow and as happy as a tree
He danced along he sang a song of joy and happy times
I was lifted by the smiling the singing of those rhymes

Laughter songs and smiles were there
Then we came upon a chair
Soulful quietly sitting there a smile upon it's face
Beautiful serenity quite was the name of this place

Who is the lucky girl

I was asked this, this morning
who is she for lording
Drafted upon my mind was calling
who is she the one for loving

Lost in the depths of of my mind
right there in front but I am blind
the wizard of my calling gone
speaking from the depths shone

Laughter smiles cheers of joy
like the birth of a little boy
Or the swirling of a pearl
the birth of a baby girl

yes who is she love of soul
greatest gift  to behold
gestures of pain and love
the rain is but from above.

morphine is my friend

Flying high on drugs so bad
Toothache gone I'm not so mad
fleeting love that never was
gone from thee because because

Dance was good til expectation made
I will never give love for a trade
blinking fast and blinking on
driving fast with out a song

Promises never made
digging holes with a spade
I am alone with myself
talking to a friendly elf

Morphine makes me smile
I could run a bloody mile
Broken body broken mind
I think I'm in a bloody bind

change

Many things have happened in the last month and to stay the same is not an option. I said that if the stats did not change then I would grow back my hair. Well the stats have changed for the worst and I figure it is the loss of my image is the reason for the change. I was known as Wolfman a tag that I am comfortable with.
Walking in my back yard the trees spoke to me a thing that I have never had done to me before, I have on occasion talked to myself as I do require expert advise sometimes. Sorry for the digression. The trees spoke of change on a huge scale. Rocks that talk water that poisons and rain that burns the skin. Mass change unbelievable change that one can not imagine, The thing is it makes me wonder why the rapid change. Young people who think of them selves as strong and independent are going to get there chance to make a mark on this world. The whole system as we know it is dying, people's souls are dying while they are alive in the physical form.
Greed is going to destroy the so called rich and wealthy of this system of things.
The ones who are going to hurt the most are the bank owners and corrupt politicians and the clerics of deception. The slaves are going to be freed and will wonder what they can do and the answer is imagine yourself and others as happy and contented beyond your wildest dreams. Then the system is going to see the world change for the better,with wild animals doing what they do and the deserts will renew and the oceans will be abundant and the minds of disturbed will be made new again.
I am just writing as the words come to me from where I do not know.