[Maharg67]

Poem

No good, all this loving
From others
No good, all this lack of loving
From others
If you (me)
Don't love yourself (myself)
But if you (I) do
Then
Love from others is better
Lack of love from others is better dealt with

First and foremost
If love is not firmly inside one self
Love is something outside of self to grasp at
If love is not firmly inside one self
First and foremost

Love what?
Love self
Love others
Love all people
Love nature
Love whole world
Love self

Loving self is not being selfish
Selfish is alienation
True loving of self is not

This post has been edited by Maharg67: 05 July 2009 - 03:21 PM

[Maharg67]

With a bound the ball strikes the ground and flies through the air
to land against the back fence
the tennis bat zips fruitlessly through that same air
but the match is won anyway

The ball rolls for ever down a hill
or so it seems
so effortless does it go

Spot the dog chasing the ball
Spot the child chasing the ball
Spot the dragon chasing the ball
The dragon gets there first and swallows it up

This post has been edited by Maharg67: 05 July 2009 - 03:22 PM

[Maharg67]

Once upon a time I was born
now upon a time I am alive
in future upon a time I will die
these things are a given

This post has been edited by Maharg67: 05 July 2009 - 03:27 PM

[Maharg67]

She was there
damaged of face
in the coffin
not really her coffin
not this damaged beauty
damaged of face
alcoholic abuse
dead of alcholic poisoning
dead but not forgotten
not by my shredded heart
a heart that can no longer
love deeply

This post has been edited by Maharg67: 05 July 2009 - 03:19 PM

[dezdimona]

I like them! The last speaks much in very few words.

[Maharg67]

Did you know?

What I heard from Arnold's sister or was it my sister?

That she might just have read on the back of a bus stop shelter?

Well I tell you!

It is proof positive that you just can't trust him/her/them!

That he/she/they are simply up to no good!

This post has been edited by Maharg67: 08 July 2009 - 06:50 AM

[Maharg67]

I hate you!

You never did love me!

I never want to see you again!

Get away from me you cad!

What do you mean you don't know me?

That's a damn poor excuse!

What do you mean you have never seen me before in your whole life?

What does that matter?

Run away then!

Hhhaaa!

You lot are all the same!

[Maharg67]

Mildly Blue Day

On a busy morning I get on the TransPerth bus, a public transportation bus, going from the outer suburb where I live in Perth, Western Australia. Sometimes I chat with people but even if I do it is only brief good mannered stuff. You know, talking about the weather and or how buses are so often late. Got to admit it the routine is enjoyable sometimes and boring at others but mostly it is just something that one does, that one quietly and unthinkly endures.

Being a pensioner I place my discounted SmartRider card against a reader device, tagging on they call it, and find a seat. Always the bus goes to a transition station at a place where there is also a shopping complex. Sometimes the bus changes over to a number that I can ride further into the city so I don't get off but many times I have to change over at once to another bus or just wait for another bus.

Lots of aboriginal people where I live and African immagrants which makes life interesting. Security guards are there with tazers. Saw one screaming at a young black man once until the black guy reacted and the security guy had an excuse to zap him; he zapped him. Sometimes there is trouble but I have heard it was worse before I came along. Must be because of my good influence (yehhh right!).

Go into the city, not a big city with only a million or so folks that somehow manages to still feel like a big town at times, get off close to the CBD (Central Business District), go to the studio but on the way pause to buy a not so cheap take away coffee. Mildly flirt with a young woman behind the counter who is of course desirous of my short, fat, ugly poor self.
(Can't help it, those supermodels just keep on begging me to go out with them but I just have to refuse; I mean I have my reputation as a loser to protect!)

Studio means painting or doing 3D montage stuff. Creativity is sometimes stronger or weaker as is focus and sociability. Its good to get something strong happening but I am still newish to being an artist, an aspiring artist, and it's hit and miss. Results are mostly not satisfying to me even if others are pleased. Still, some items are pleasing even if only because they show my abilities have improved.

Running out of money! Used to do more shopping for luxuries like computer games, graphic novels, figurines but now I have to be more careful. I am far from alone from that even though Australia's economy rode out the big world economic troubles better than did those of many other countries.

Am still short, fat, ugly and poor so I should attract a young beautiful wealthy woman any day now who will take me away from all this!
(Yehhh right!)


Life goes on!

[dezdimona]

I really enjoyed this one

[Lord Tenaim]

most enjoyable, will have to look more often to see what appears.