I was a child once
perhaps we played together
were you the friend I helped climb the pear tree?
were you the friend who said jump over the puddle and we both missed and came home all muddy in time for trouble?
were you the one who got to the top of the hay bale first and said ‘I can see all the world’ from here and in that moment we really thought we could
or did you grow up in a nice apartment on the Upper East Side, sent to the best schools and expected to do well
which you did in that idle and coveted way of those who have purchase of a velvet lining
did you ever wonder what it was like for the rest?
did you ever wonder why so many famous people are the children of?
did you ever stop and question if ‘life is what you make it’ still stands true?
did you drink dirty water like the kids in Flint?
did you get poisoned by copper like the babies of El Paso?
if you went to a demonstration did you go so you could make change or to show off your $400 Free People outfit?
when you got your first job was it from hard-graft or the friends of your parents?
I went to university with you, I was the one who had a bicycle whilst you drove a Jeep
I wasn’t jealous except when I was hungry and that suited me because I couldn’t afford to grow
when you sat like King on your throne and your acolytes bowed, you crowned yourself head of our year and published the first zine
did it reflect truth or the diamond shanty of your ideals?
good for you that you had a pretty life and long vacations
many of us worked for a living and got up at 5am to empty kitchen tables
parents who stared through the rain at yet another long day
ground down by platitudes that didn’t apply
I’m not bitter it’s just that when we sit in the same room and you tell me
‘I’m sure you can understand Candy, as an owner of a small printing press I have to make ends meet’
I can’t help thinking how fake things that are meant to be real are becoming
we lost art to the debutante, we gave away our souls for front covers with dazzling lies
we have an election that denies the people and computers who act like surrogates
jobs if you’re in China and expensive degrees that promise nothing but loan re-payments
it is said there is no better time than now, and the past was harder when ancestors danced in death in ditches and were blown up
it is said there is no better time than now, we are the proverbial fatted calf, glutted on luxury, we don’t know how bad it used to be
for our grandparents who broke their backs and discolored their lungs in coal pits and the basements of rich homes
back in time we didn’t have flat screen TV and cell phones and fancy jeans but it’s swings-and-roundabouts
now we’re in time where not being online 24/7 can lose your job to someone who didn’t mind being beholden
we had vacations whilst now everyone’s too afraid to be out of the office and checks their cell phones at the dinner table on Sunday’s
where is our sense of self? Did we buy into the belief we are free and rich because we were told that by a meme or nodding head?
did we forget what George Orwell or Rachel Carson said?
Because when we’re young we think we have it all if we have sex and firm thighs and the right to protest
but what good is protest if nothing ever changes? ask the pipe lines who cut through our country if they have heard us yet?
or the profits garnered to keep the 99 percent out of the front lawn
but oh wasn’t it always that way?
sure I read Dickens too and the Little Matchstick Girl
poverty isn’t a modern-dilemma
however maybe apathy and delusion is
wasn’t Marx talking about that when he mentioned Opiates?
we don’t need to take our Big Pharma pills to know
cancer comes with a price tag and you’d better not be poor
the cost of ‘getting well’ is only one part, the other is the creation of the disease
ask the petrochemical industries, do they let their kids inhale or eat that?
does anyone think of the future? Or should we change what Marie Antoinette said to
let them eat lead
what does it say when you’re glad you don’t have kids to inherit these times?
I wanted to write poems and get published and you owned the rights like you always had
glutted and fat on your marble pyramid
you look at people like me, like the street cleaner regards bird shit
something it takes some elbow grease to clean and even then
the outline will mark the pretty pavement where you wanted to hold
your procession proclaiming the world is good and just
I suppose I didn’t fit in with that then and I don’t now
this world is made of dust and sweat, we toil even when we think we are not
against haters, against cruelty, against disregard, apathy and the unexpected
sometimes I think we got it very wrong when we called these Modern Times
Charlie Chaplin may have had a point there
as many who are gone now did, we’re in another incarnation of delusion
hurry up children take your medicine, sip, sip !
so … I won’t win a trophy or even get my name recalled when I’m gone
and that’s okay with me God
I just want enough to live on and to be unmolested by those who seek to tear down
an honest heart or a man who prizes integrity above fitting in
lest we follow a prophet who says he’s the one, and all fall off the cliff
did we ever figure out if the Pied Piper was evil?
down we go
you cannot find truth looking into empty crystal
you find it by noticing the hypocrisy and stepping out of the casting coach
it will be a harder road they always said
but a high road is preferable to one paved in gold
91 thoughts on “Take the high road”
You’re most welcome!
I understand. I’m right behind you 🙂
🙂 yes, I miss her out here on the blogs! But I talk to her almost every day via text. 🙂
I should do the same.
Yes! I know she would love that.
I miss you and awful lot too between comments.
A lot of it is probably to do with thinking along the same lines, and hearing the beauty of certain combinations of words. I would certainly recognize a poem of yours. It’s hard to say why since you use English in a way that I wouldn’t, bending the rules of grammar and word associations, but I could tell that it was you who had put those phrases together. Every individual is unique, but possibly our uniqueness comes over in different ways. For some people it’s a sense of colour, dress style, a way of speaking, drawing, telling jokes. Ours is in the way we string words together.
Waves and whistles back
Thank you for your lovely words, I so appreciate them.
(Also, just for some clarification, I have been specifically thinking about friends whose views on these matters baffle me…and the things that get lost in cultural translation, I’m looking at you, too, Facebook. The friend I visited in Arizona and I had such an interesting conversation about this…growing up in Australia I would be considered mostly a conservative Christian, but she laughed and said that in the US I would definitely be considered more a liberal, which I discovered after we moved to Colorado 20 years ago (we lived there for 10 years before moving to Australia). But really, what on earth is so hard about kindness? Or treating others the way you would want to be treated? Or just a little bit of dang empathy? Or having a little wisdom to understand that riches are fleeting, and f*cking up the planet for temporary gain is just so… and that no one really owns anything, we are all just stewards…and on and on…ugh, end rant, because I know, I should also look in the mirror too.)
I’m going to have a nice cup of tea now. And I am beyond grateful that I can.
Cheers Lovely One!
Wonderful poetry! Thank you so much for sharing 💕
Thank you so much dear Anita xo
We think very alike – uncannily at times – why aren’t we brother and sister or married or twins or something?
I now understand why I relate to you so well – I like Australians very much but you are also a mixture, that’s why you have a really open perspective on life. I agree though in Europe I’d be considered mmm moderate maybe socially conservative and morally liberal? But here in TX I’m considered a raving leftie 😉 Totally get what you are saying! Isn’t that weird? I agree, if more had empathy and listened. You do. I do. So that’s a start. Where in Australia? I so badly want to visit. Do you like living there more than Co? I found last I visited Co it was very expenisve and changed a lot. xo (do you like vegemite is the important question of the day)
One thing you should know about me, I don’t lie. So if I seem to compliment you I’m not doing it for a reason other than I really like what you wrote, so many on social media are fake, you won’t find that here 🙂 but I know you aren’t like that either that’s why we relate xo
I know, right? Perhaps, we were!
Hope you are ok. Read your last entry. While you are absent I will be re reading your marvelous pieces. I hope you come back soon. We need you (I need you)
I’m so sorry to hear that you are taking a hiatus for those reasons. (I’m also sorry for commenting here.) If there’s anything I can do to help, please let me know. 💕
Thanks so much I’m okay just feeling really burned out 🙂 xo (thank you)
Keep in touch & I will too xo
I understand. Take the time you need, or if the mood strikes, vent your frustration in words. 💕
Count on that. Big, big, but big hug. You are one of a kind, one of a kind indeed. 🙌
SMiLes.. my dear poet and author
and sure.. Facebook Friend.. Candice
aka thefeatheredsleep.. in thee words
of SuperTramp2 again.. hehe..
Art is surELy
to art aGaiN
to find my heART..
so lost.. so lost in dARk..
and surely.. you kNow.. FeeL
and SenSE thaT i for one can
FeeL mosT aLL of yOur pain
for what it means to go
to lengths to
your art of heaRt
in the modern way
of Caesar’s coins..
wheRe Caesar trUly
only seeks to own yoUr heART..
And sure.. if one seeks or needs
to earn a living by art what other choice
is tHeir.. butt bow to the almighty Lincoln Cent
and Washington BLack Green wHOle Dollar
that seeks to rule all of what comes free.. sOld
and impriSoned sAMe.. thing is.. my first spArk
of arT coming back in 4 decades or so.. yes.. 40 years
whole from age 13.. when the so-called Christian
Bully Boy Boys in fundie pants said boys are
not allowed to smile when they
play tennis at the
big soft bALL pArk..
and all art then..
is just another
to your piNk paNties..
underneATh your sKirt
if you even have ‘one’ as
that applies to gas lighting StiLL
in politics and religion of the same color now..
so to make a really long story.. sure..12 million
or words or so broken up/down into almost infinite
chambers of Nautilus Flow.. i decided the
best Victory over Vengeance would be
not only to do modern art
but to do the most
and blood.. hell.. yes..
a modern PeTroglyph
stone art come to flesh
and blood life iN hands and
erections of thOught in more
than words to beHold for anyone
who dares to enter the lAir of free full blown ART..
so.. sMILes.. i laugh WitH the Christian Bully boyS and
Patriarchs of silo hoarding dollar bills now by more than
sTicKinG my toNgue out now.. and if they ever come in.. just
hope they get fully satisfied before they leave.. hehe.. sMILes..
my friEnd.. liFE can and WiLL be too cruel not to laugh at aLL oF iT
naked with all yoUr tongues sticKing out at the daRkest of Life..
not unlike Kali from India.. Ynot2.. haha..
bottom line though through.. not through
with this is.. this country
for me to stick
all of my tongues
out at the dArk thaT
alWays seeks to impriSon liGht/
ArT/LoVe iN juST anotheR way to
siLo impriSon gRains of wheat away
from wild oats that sow free liGht reap..
the best liGht and Art coMes from dArk as
hiStory and even science sHows now.. tUrn
the LiGht oN for Free and what’s left is juST
a SonGoFYoURsOUl2 as SuperTramp2 says2
juST for the Hell of the Heaven oF iT for Ynot now..
otHeRr than thaT.. Jesus F. in Christ.. you are much
more popular than me.. hehe.. but hey.. now… if i get
so big no one can see me.. i won’t miss me.. at leASt.. haha..
the reward iS mY spiRit oF HeARt fully ExpresSinG nOw iN A
miNd and Body soUL fuLLy BaLanCinG grace of love and courage of strength
IS A hard on oF liGht..
and art is the big bang that
continues even after death..
sure,, i give to you and i share you
that’s what soULs do best when aLiVE..
soUL whOle GlobAlly HoLdinG hands aS such..;)
And along these lines another ‘short story’ that is also
non-fiction as i’m not much one for fiction but i’ll do word
play and metaphors all day juST for fun as words are
my friends and signs and guideposts to my
soUl/heARt/SpiRit aS Such.. so…
last night at the military
gym there is a very
X-military man in
his 70’s.. lives with a
lot of anxiety.. obviousl.y though
and is a control person to the maximum
as hey.. that’s what the military does.. different
strokes for the professions at hand and all of that..
so in short.. he is a form guy to the par of tee.. and i am
all essence and free form verse.. hehe.. tee tee.. haha..he..
Life is good.. so.. sure.. i can play a role of the stoic face too..
thing is.. i refuse to walk like a robot now or become a treadmill
machine or only free weights as ‘Nautilus machines are for sissies’
for those who don’t understand the bio-mechanics more of the human
body for strength as the weakest points of hands and feet limit the potential
strength of the bigger muscles that Nautilus machines are designed.. for the win..
and sure that’s why i am the strongest one on the ‘other side’ of the big man gym..
as no one can leg press 1020LBs on the parallel leg press machine i load up there
after doing my ballet/martial arts routine for the laser focus of chi.. yeah.. laser focus
is just another phrase for Chi.. when all is positive energy.. all control and adrenaline
hormones are erased as all i free fly as weight without gravity per metaphor of DO.. ANYWAY..
HE IS on a much easier leg press machine and holding a conversation as mentor to an
upcoming military man and to be clear and sincere i have all the respect in the world
for this military man who is of the caliber of World II Veterans who fight for freedom
still.. and i am just a DOD retiree guest and this is tHeir gym to me and i am
just privileged to use it.. so i waited calmly until he finished his conversation
with the other military dude as i needed at least one 100LB plate
to complete my feat of 1020LBs.. 33 times with my arms
raised over my head like a ballerina too.. anyway..
saw a plate on the side and asked politely can
i use that sir.. and he said yes.. i saved
that one for you.. in a little sarcastic
typical alpha man daddy way..
and so i picked it up before
he realized he still
and i said.. sure..
you can have it and
lowered it down and
it slipped out of my rather
still delicate writer fingers.. hehe..
as hey.. i ain’t gonna break a finger
to prove i am a man.. so he says go ahead
and ‘play’.. as i finish my little Tai Chi-like routine that
allows me to escape the impact of gravity in someways..
but here’s the thing.. in all his years of military accomplishment
even he at the pinnacle of the he man game.. never learned more
aptly put practicing a way of free to master his mINd and BoDy BaLanCinG
soUl to put away all anxiety and fear.. no different than Trump.. same story too..
but one without any honor or ethical code or integrity when it comes to Trump..
as it’s a gift my friend.. but it is a life long practice for free.. and the thing is as
long as folks stick to form there will be no new art or even peace of mind whole..
as art becomes human away from machine.. i live life in a place where almost
no one understand what drives me free as life.. i live in a place of free and truly
who are imprisoned
within as that is the only
place that freedom really comes..
no one will take that away from me now..
’cause i took away from me first by letting ‘those’
folks have tHeir way with me in priSon ‘back then’..
tHeRe are many ways
than flesh and
blood and the rape
of relative free will is
the rape that tortures and
kills a heart/spirit/soul
in prison of head..
and out oF body
lost.. as pain and
misery and suffering
sings his and her song
separate of division still..
over Love as Free..:)
Been a while since i fully
commented here.. and since
you are on vacation from writing.. now..
just a looonggg.. gift to read from me.. hehe..;)
We currently live in regional South Australia, but I grew up in the Adelaide Hills. Haha, yes, I love Vegemite. I’ll email you Candice, when I have a chance later 🙂
I appreciate that a lot. And yes, I’m bad with names and I’m not impressed with celebrity for the sake of celebrity, I’ll compliment things I like indiscriminately 🙂
Well said! Ditto!
I KNEW you were brilliant, any fellow Vegemite fan is a friend of mine! 😉 (yay!)
my lovely friend – I try to keep up with your prodigious output on FB you are such a talent and a lovely person – I posted a cheeky comment about your wife to give you a giggle 🙂 xo HUGS
Loved it.. thanks so
Much my friEnd as
Surely you are as
Prodigious and talented
And so lovely too..:)
She is just as deserving – your infectious smile and spirit and her beauty, you go well together, you make me happy xo
FriEnd wiTh sMiLes of Love..:)
This is such a great comment. Undeserved, but I had always lived in hope Vegemite would make me brilliant! 😉
Haha So glad you enjoy one of the finer, and too often misunderstood, things in life.
🙂 I miss you sis.
Hope you get my text. As I know you’ve been busy.
I love this. So full of strength and challenge and outrage! A powerful piece of writing.
Coming from you my friend that is a hugely empowering and valuable comment thank you so very much!
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