Ted DeMaine

Serious

Leaf on the Water.

I do not watch the river flow.
I am the river, the river is me.
Where the river flows I flow too.
Rapids are my turmoil and troubles,
Tranquility and bliss I find in shaded pools,
Over my destiny I have little control,
Flowing ever forward with increasing momentum,
At countless depths and widths,
Accompanied by grains of love gathered on my journey,
Hoping to rejoin parted streams from the past,
That once more we may travel together in full flight,
Or dawdle in some sleepy backwater for a time,
Over what drives me I have little control,
Always knowing my ocean will come.

My Evolution.
I see a tree beneath the sea,
The tree is looking back at me,
On its limbs the paper strings,
Of cords that tie my animal eyes,
A million years have gone by.
From the sea I once did crawl,
On to land and observed all,
Stayed not long up on that day,
For soon the tide had washed away,
My efforts that were left on ground
As the universe turned its round.
Again I ventured to that place,
For I could not quench my taste,
Of this new born life I found,
Up above on driest ground,
Where the sun that burns so bright,
It even warms the darkest night.
My fins are legs my arms were fins,
My scale is skin my tail is thin,
My gills are lungs I gain a tongue,
Much easier now move along,
In my new found world.
Higher up the tree I go,
Towards my friend the sun I know,
Now a million years is gone,
Many millions further on,
You know me for you can see me in yourself.

Image or Clone of God

If we were made in the image God?

Are we a mirror of God?

Are we a clone of God?

If God is creation?

We are his creation!

Are we cloned from the soul of god?

If God is love?

Love is our Goal!

If we can clone man?

Can we clone LOVE?

Words

On a great black wing,
Floating the wind,
Trying hard to find a way,
Of leaning how to say,
Thoughts pounding in my head,
Words I would have said,
If I had thought about them when,
I was talking to you then,
Just a while ago,
When words came all so slow,
Now they’re all aflow,
Pouring from my throat,
I’m on a higher note,
Now inside my head,
The words I should have said,
Now that it’s too late.

AUSTRALIA

How is this country big.
Pacific Ocean to the east.
Indian Ocean to the west.
Crocodiles in the north.
Penguins in the south.

. Cross In The Sky.

Cross in the sky, cross in the sky,
The land that I love has a cross in the sky.

I’ve worked Isa’s mines, construction in Gladstone.
Fished in the Gulf and worked Hammersley iron.
And as I move every thing changes,

The thing that stays constant, the cross in the sky.

Cross in the sky, cross in the sky.
The land that I love has a cross in the sky

I’ve picked ton’s of fruit around Riverina
Worked on the rigs in the storms of the bite.
Driven a grader out around Alice.

The thing that stays constant, the cross in the sky.

Cross in the sky, cross in the sky.
The land that I love has a cross in the sky.

I’ve travelled this land, from east to the west side,
Ridden my bike from the Gulf to the bite,
Worked in it’s city’s, and lived in it’s deserts,

The thing that stays constant, the cross in the sky.

Cross in the sky, cross in the sky.
The land that I love has a cross in the sky.

Enlightenment.

We asked is there a God?

Is there order in the universe?

He replied yes,

Because LOVE exists.

Mankind.

Look into my face, For it has many colours,
See not only the shade you wish,
For another will soon appear,
To dispel any hate or fear.
Complex is the face I own,
Having many different shapes.
Some that laugh, some that cry,
For reasons of contradiction.
If one says yes another says no.
Is this face black or white?
Fools pose the question.
Of mankind’s shapes and colours

One Nation

By Camus, Salinger, Golding, & Me.

“Am I obscene?” said the lord of the flies,

Whilst the catcher in the rye cried “don’t!!!”.

As piggy lost weight, the conk did relate,

That the savage is deep in us all.

When we step on the edge of what ever our ledge,

We need something inside to cry, “don’t”.

“Don’t make me obscene, for your minds are unclean,

When you rob me of knowledge and hope.”

The plague of the day is coming this way,

When again rats of the mind swarm free.

The madness in one fired the politician’s gun,

Turned truth into lie that freedom must die,

To make a nation act, think, be, as one.

Ping-Pong.

Gough, Tom, Mick and me,
Got a call from across the sea.
They said it came from Mao-Tse-Tung,
He said boy wont you come along,
I was going to write but it would take to long,
All I want to do is play ping-pong.
So stand, the yellow peril to one side,
Because they’re never was a red tide.

I said man its real cool here,
He said I’m glad you think that were in gear,
I said I do and I’m sincere,
And I’m going to give you one big cheer.
He said I think its cool,
The way that you use your tool,
I said, Oh you mean my bat,
He said, yes your mean with that.

He said have you read my writing,
I said no they keep me fighting,
He said I wrote a little red book,
I said that’s cool, give me a look,
So I sat down in a chair,
And I breathed the Canton air.
But even as I looked around,
Other stuff was going down.

Well Mr Mao you’re a funny bloke
Killing all the sparrows hits a real wild note.
And the deal to melt plow shears into iron,
To get the flag of industry flying.
I mean I just don’t dig that,
Is that really where you’re at?
Peace and love are real hard yards,
That just don’t mesh with your red guards.

I said man ain’t it a drain,
All you cat’s dress the same.
He said boy its time you went,
Don’t want my people getting bent.
But he said to bring with me,
A message that you all can see,
And here I hold it in my hand,
A little red book from Mao-Tse-Tung.

I’ve been hearing just of late,
Mao-Tse-Tung weren’t so great.
That he didn’t get it right,
All he could do was stand and fight.
He fought starvation pain and greed,
Which at that time filled his country’s need.
Down trodden people no it’s know joke,
To be given dignity and hope.

Fifty years have been and gone,
The world has moved further on.
This planet is a smaller place,
Technology has changed the race.
The enemy is still the same,
But now it has a different name.
In a new age of greed,
We all want more than we need.

Well I’ve heard tell in Tie Min Sq.,
The stench of death was in the air.
Blood was spilt upon the ground,
To stop some freedom going down.
The guys in charge said they’d done this,
It would have been Mr. Mao’s wish.
To keep the nation all as one,
Not collapse like the U.S.S.R. and be gone.

Now here in Australia’ sunny climes,
A new yellow peril on the tides.
We’ll be swamped I here them say,
After that we’ll lose our way.
We need to be all one nation,
Look,think, be the same, and that’s not Asian.
I tell you man they’re just dong’s,
Let’s have a game of the old ping-pong.

Sunrise.

Out of darkness grows light.
Out light grows day.
Out of day grows life.
Out life grows enlightenment.
Out of enlightenment grows beauty.
Out of beauty grows hope.
Out of hope grows reason.
Out of reason grows love.
Out of love grows fulfillment.
Out of fulfillment grows peace.
Peace of mind that conquers darkness.

The Critics

Words they claim as wisdom,
Fly fancifully through the air.
Covering their lack of creativity,
Which leaves them stranded there.
Like the hand that grasps the penis,
Or makes the clitoris rise so fair,
Counting loose change in their pockets,
Whilst playing solitaire.

The Scholar
The scholar stood before the mob.
He said it is not right I should die
To appease your ignorance.
But he did.

Time.

Moons pass across dark sky’s.
Suns chase them endlessly.
My life’s experiences are given a point.
A compass bearing on life’s map.
Where in my life’s journey I can say,
In 1945 I was born my map began.
So I ride the suns and moons,
To give myself meaning in time and space,
Whilst feeling my river flow.
Time is my compass point for now,
Memory is my map.
Then my death in a flash .
I awake to my destination.

Tropical Dreaming.

Oh the heat the humidity.

I want to go far away,
To feel the heavy hand of winter.
Where iced wind cuts my flesh,
Numbing my toes and fingers.
Snow blinding my eyes,
As my feet leave evidence of a body passed.
The moon illuminatess diamonds in my forgotten tracks,
In a paradise of reflected pearls.
Naked trees draped with white satin,
On plains of infinity, touched by flowing silver,
Where hardship and beauty entwine.
Oh the heat the humidity.

Who Will Ride Time?

Imagine the perfect wave,
A place where Daylight and Dark meet,
Where the sun kisses night,
Spreading your future before your eyes
As you stand on the surfboard of life.

Sliding into Byron Bay
On the dawn from the Pacific Ocean
With the red orb of energy at your back,
Riding the wave we call time.

The salt spray of life refreshes you.
It doesn’t matter if you fall.
For after one more darkness it will return

Yesterday is your map,
Tomorrow is ruled by chance.

Your time of destiny is now.

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