I’ll cry tears of joy for you my child
I refuse to pity
Sixty five roses is not as pretty
As the flowers by name

You smile and a picture is made
Of radiance and hope
There is still some dancing to do
You are the star in the rose garden

Be not frightened my sweet girl
Love is all around you and spirits
Watch secretly over your life
There is room for you on earth

Forever
Roses never die

Tell me now
What is your most holy wish?
Surely it is you want to go to heaven

Well my Sons and Daughters I grant this to you

Here is my pledge

I will send you all to heaven
Fear not
I have the power of God

I am God

Let’s have fun on earth (that’s where heaven is)
Let’s party and dance
Let’s make love and merry
And
Get real

A cold coffin will give you no comfort underground
A cremation will not warm a cold body

I am God live for now until he challenges me

Once in a while I reflect
Upon the sadness
In you
Is your heart so cold?
You can never love again

Or do you love
Just
Once in a while
When your loins burn

Your crying is over yourself

Whilst most others cry for someone sweet
Someone new
And care only for them

Once in a while

Not unlike yourself

Is not a mountain
Is not a molehill
Is not a tangible

It is an effort by me
It is an extraordinary hard thing to do
It is to love again

To be thankful for what I have
To love and treasure all I’ve lost
To live again my life

With You

I remember a better world

When

Love meant something
Neighbours were friends
Priests were trustworthy
Cops were straight
Politicians genuine
And
Teachers taught the three R’s

I remember when

Kids got whacked for misbehaving
Hoons never existed
We gave our seat up for the old
And called them Mr or Mrs

We had respect for all
Waited in line
Helped little kids
And old folk cross the road
We never littered

I loved it when

We sat around the table at meal time
With family
We never spoke when someone else held court
We helped Mum and Dad
Without complaint
Never expecting reward

I wish again

The local Police Sergeant had respect
The teacher was revered
Father Patrick was feared
And
Parents ruled

Yep, I remember when

Sense prevailed

Despite my fight back emotionally
The past throws spears
And
My heart bleeds profusely from
A perfect hit

I feel at times I have lost all
I am simply braving it
Trying to cope with a train wreck
As the tracks to my destination are gone

Children and grand children rule my thoughts
Their existence helps me cope
But the real truth is buried
I am away in spirit and belief
Possibly dead

I feel the emotional wreckage rise
And
The heartache kills me
Pretenders are all around
Life is so unsound it seems

Think I will spend my thoughts now
Just dreaming
Taking myself back to a nice view of life

Yesterday

When death was so far away

I have waited for a sign from heaven
From God

Why
Will you not reveal yourself?

What have you done with my loved ones?
Lost in your world

Where is my Nerine
My Uncle Charlie
My Uncle Paul
My Brother in Law Robert
My beautiful Dad
My sister Vivecia

I have not heard a word

Why do they no longer speak to me?

You are a fraud
Caught out again

But I confess the bible is a clever deception
With no merit

Proof begets merit

On earth as it is in heaven is different
Down here you get charged for fraud

No wonder you will not reveal yourself

She comes to me at a whim
In her hunger to feel my touch
She demands my love
Exposing herself

She licks me
Starting at my fingers
And
Her tongue feels nice
As she works her way up to my wrist

She is my baby and I love her
Her smooth hair has a wonderful feel
And
My fingers run willingly from her head to her spine
Always pleasing her

As with all relationships
She has a nasty side
And
Will bite me without warning
When my attention toward her wains

That’s the joy of loving a cat

I may be racist but I try to conform
With the do gooders
I hold my real opinion
From
The government wankers of political correctness

I do not like whites
That’s racist
I am tested by blacks
Surely that’s racist
Brindle pisses me right off
Must be racist
I like no one so what’s the crime

The government wankers of political correctness
Are out to get me
If I catch a taxi I am misunderstood
By a Blackman
If I catch a bus I am misunderstood by a Whiteman
In government offices I am served by brindles
Who cares?

The government wankers of political correctness
Tell me
To respect them all
To keep my opinions to myself
Open my arms and enjoy multiculturism
Come what

Muslims what bloody colour are they
I have no clue
I have no care
They can spend their lives hating me along with Indians
Knowing
The government wankers of political correctness
In Australia
Will protect them

I have finally realised I am out of sorts in my own homeplace
A non conformist
A strange colour a weirdo maybe
A man not deserved of an opinion in his own country
I apologise for being Australian
The government wankers of political correctness
Just may have got me

If I was thirsty
Would you share your water?

Would my hunger starve you by half?
When you were my only hope

And

When the darkness closed
My door to life
Would you come with me?

Like my brother would