No particular idea makes me see
That I can be better than thee
For I tried it all at least by three
And fame and fortune just aint for me
Doin’ things by half seemed to be
The best of my opportunity
So I settled down to a life of glee
And often slept on the river near a tree
Occasionally on a beach or by the sea
To be left alone was my simple plea
Such serenity feeling free
Roaming with an eagle or even a bee
In the fields of paradise I decree
So give up on me I’m a resignee
From today’s strange world I’m an absentee
And fame and fortune just aint for me

A sibling lost
I thought what if
Now
Killed by accident
A natural death
Murdered
A brother a sister gone
A tragedy
If I never said goodbye
It happened once
But youth shielded me only somewhat
What about now
When
God has given us years together
And with time
Comes pain
Let me be the first to go
For I love you all
And you will all have a chance to love me

Govern’d pictures I did dream Bryan
I doubt thee chance given to talk
An island lease of thou spirits beauty
Shalt Whitsunday be where we walk?

What say you our friendship meant?
Worshipp’d by us in your ageness
Kiss’d loved and adored for thy dream of that time
We must employ and bless

Ecstasy of love and touch’d of how you spoke
A philosopher of flowers with loves fine wit
Fairest dreams of lovely blooms
Such stock by roadside quit

Mishapen dreams of backhoes
Were you not some pilgrim lad?
Was that thy final death of a good hippy?
Did maturity make thee glad?

What says the pleasures gleaned?
Double or nothing and save a drunken soul
With flowers the pleasure of a world at home
Fear lost love may take its toll

Oh Bryan
What did you do back then?
Did you smoke?
Something of a little persuasion

You have forced me to love your story
A man without a job
Selling flowers
Double or nothing

Doubt be it you saved a marriage
A relationship perhaps
Or maybe you took advantage of
A drunk generous with a quid

But I still love your story
A man with no dream whatsoever
Or so it seemed
Until a backhoe chanced your interest

Long ago
And you stood there
By director John’s fire
And simply relived your past

A stroke of pure genius
You enthralled
You covered part of our own lifetimes
You saved our memories of wonderful days

And Michael worked you out
A jobless hippy at forty years of age
A meaningful job was his meant
But I still loved your story

And you were living in the time
A trance
As you spoke with conviction
We knew you were there

Your honesty got to me
A product of truth
A good man
Who sold flowers?

Seventy two virgins waiting in a queue
A terrorist believing it’s his due
Bloody magnificent if it were true
I’d probably consider dying to
Understand immortality is only a view
So strap on a deadly bomb or two
And kill the people surrounding you
You simply die with them, that’s my rue
Suicide bombers without a clue

Attest the warm sun and breathe
Tight as, in your splendid dawn
A new life with challenges
For the morning’s newborn

Some will live and some will die
But this blooming little marvel waits
For the perfect springtime debut
Avoiding natural foliage fates

And today beckons so bright
My bud has finally flowered
With all his little gorgeous mates
Now in floral gifts I’m showered

Oink oink
He’d go sniffin’ and pissin’
When visitors came
They hoped he was missin’
That bloody pink piglet
Who went sniffin’ and pissin’
He did not Oink
Or ever go missin’
An interesting porker
Living in bliss
Always on a mission
Human legs
A target of vision
For a little pink pig
To go sniffin’ and pissin’

Dangerous drivers without risk of fine
Not enough police to solve a crime
Politicians are liars in their time
Ignoring society a common sign
Suburban streets a dangerous place
Where kids can’t play due to race
Non-Australians can’t show a face
Lest recriminations should take place
Black Australians await their due
Where a simple sorry would surely do
Politicians with a different view
About indigenous people wanting to sue
In my street we feel no ease
Teenagers run rampant break our trees
Drunken louts if you please
No laws to deal with sleaze
And the world is being left to chance
Whilst criminals control some global dance
That drugs and suicide bombs enhance
And it’s all gone backwards in a glance

Charging through the high grass of Valleyview
Locusts soared above the flight of the ladybirds due
On an aphid killer sprint to please our dad’s
Save the roses and the glads
And grasshoppers lacked the colour of the raiders in herds
Or the butterfly’s on a mission with the colour of summer
The long grasses bent easily forward as we charged
Through fields
And slaters ducked for cover as centipedes stretched their limbs
Rolling down grassy slopes was always a favourite thing
For kids
Disturbing mosquitoes and all insects that sting
Charging through the high grass of Valleyview
Kids without a care and fearing nothing
we loved life
Charging through the high grass in summer
Of Valleyview

I’ve a troubled and worried mind
A world gone mad, so unkind
Suicide bombers with a need to unwind
Peace today so hard to find
Western world pockets deservedly lined
Democracy is about being kind
This Jihad shit is such a grind
Bring on the fight and let’s get primed
On saving our freedom upon which we once dined
Take on everyone, all mountains climbed
True Aussies never a bind
To the word freedom we are resigned