Of times past and futures lost.

As I recline in this chair Amidst the clutter of a enquiring mind I wonder how like has brought me here At what point did I deside That this is where I wanted to be Computer bondage And dream fetted fantasies Blue tack and memories scraps Freshly plasted to sweating walls Bring about a rememberance of sorts Of desires lived and now forgotten Fighting for the common good Impassioned by wrongs commited By lazy people and dulled minds Sins I once thought I could never commit Now litter my consciousness Like garbage during a strike The same dullness that I found abhorrent Now bleaches the mind And I wonder why Snake spirals on a desert night Where silence reaches out to you And some how beyound anything You have every dreamed imaginable Your soul answers Whispering inaudibly of who you really are Fiery landscapes so rich that you cry Just because it is so breathtaking So incredibly huge and overwhelming The plethora of colours Surely created by a master artist Surounds you in hot shimmering wonderment And you wander as if lost Amongst sand and sun Not looking for answers But feeling them As your mind awakens to the universe At last I havent seen a kangaroo for the last ten years Nah, they dont come here no more Yeah Heh Why would they Wouldn't eat em! Hahaha Elders of the local mob talk Of time's past and their culture Changed irrevitably By the installation Of a pillings dam twenty kilometres long To store nuclear waste It's technology always five years behind Of how they were misrepresented When the company men came Sold their land for a pitence  Compared to wealth of the soil Of not seeing any animals for years and years Passive and accepting They laugh and mutter Seeling crafts And what nots I wonder why they don't cry And scream and collasp in anquish At this injustice to their native culture Disappearing amongst the dunes The sand whipping by us Stinging me with feelings of remorse Sends me away Crying softly to myself To find solace Amongst spiral snakes and desert silence Fingers rapping an offbeat tune Clicking keys in thoughtfulness Mind searching for where I left off Of times past And futures lostNow you know how a greeny gets burnt out....:) Written March 25th, 2002 © on Mar 24 2002 10:45 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1