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