essay: #114: A Life Less Ordinary

Dear Future,
And Brave New World.
It's time to spread your wings....



Pictures speak a thousand words.
Eco Orphans of Tomorrow.
And sand surfers of today.
Sweet Ipod Angels.





Drink in the beauty.
Of now.
The moment.
So much colour in our world.
Don't spill a drop.



A Life Less Ordinary.
Never....

essay:#113: Losing myself...

In the sweet poetry of Banksy....



Anonymous man, travels the world.
Leaving his signature, all round.
My sweet avatar.
And little girl, lost.




A year passes, since she left.
Where d'you go, momma?
All out in the cold.
How I miss your smile.
Your warmth.
Your love....

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essay: #112: In Utero

Awake at 6am.
Dawn light, blue haze.
Think I hear her footsteps.
Softly, down the hall.
Momma, where are you now?

Deep within, a child stirs.
In utero, again.
Belly curves.
Into his embrace.
Warm, like honey.
Hot, like fire.
Birds in bloom.
Flowers sing.
Heaven.
Bliss...

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essay: #111: Cloud Nine

Floating on Cloud Nine.
With love and endless possibilities.
Loving and being loved.
From near and far.
Fade into you.
Yes.
A billion times.
No longer in utero.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathing.
Again.
With someone beautiful by my side.

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essay: #110: How The Light Gets In

Sydney 2009...
The dust storm rolls into town.
And nature reclaims its own, once again.
Eerie but beautiful.
A shroud turns day to night.

And I wander through its unfamiliar streets.
Seeking the recognisable, something.
Anything.
Past.
Present.
Future.

Again, the accidental tourist.
Wrapped in a fog of uncertainty.
But now with someone beautiful.
By my side...


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essay: #109: Beauty...

Simply celestial.

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essay: #108: 21 grams

c.deelee55

They say the soul weighs 21 grams.
But what,a lifetime of love?
This cartography of the human heart.
For those.
Lost, and found.

So fragile at first.
These steps into the unknown.
"OPEN YOUR EYES," I whisper.

But I can't.

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essay: #107: Love Spreads

When you least expect it...

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essay: #106: Satellite Snapshots

Flooding in the North.
Fires in the South.
World gone topsy-turvy.
A planet, catches alight, meanwhile.
From a sun oh, so hot.

So much to taste in this brave, new satellite world.
A place of sliding doors.
And first true loves.
Now, a decorated marine.
Whispers sweet nothings...

To all my yesterdays.

And tomorrows.

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essay: #105: Warmth

c. Andrew Brownbill.

Jayne is saddened by fires and warmed by friends.

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essay: #104 Darcey Blues

c.sebastian Costanzo.


Sweet Darcey Freeman.
Only four-years-old.
Daddy snaps.
Throws her off the Westgate.
To her death below.
Little Angel with no wings.
Forever, broken.
RIP

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essay: #103: Reality

In a nutshell...

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essay: #102: Origin of The Species

c. Somsak Pahna

World gone haywire.

Snow in Vegas and Malibu.

India continues on high state of alert. 

New origin of the species.

Discovered in deep, dark Mekong delta.

Hot pink 'cyanide producing' millipede.

"From a treasure trove of 1,000 new species..."

"Amazing how we can be so clueless and then get it right."

Says a friend meanwhile, in downtown SF.

And there lies the beauty.

Of our continuing Rites of Passage.

Stormy but always profound....

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essay: #101: Atonement

c.lindseyyy

A beautiful moment.

Passed in history.
Eloquent and just.

A Speech.

Of such warmth.

Lucidity.

Humanity.

Hope.

Made me weep.

My son, proudly Generation Z.

Walks softly alongside.

Ever watchful.

Ever wise.

"That's cool ma, about Obama."

And smiles.

Friends, meanwhile.

Return from India. 
With tales abound.
Of a train station, in Jaipur:

"Foreigners, freedom fighters and politicians queue here..."

In the gist.

Of our ethereal world.

Every day. 

Is.

Bright.

Shiny.

Gloriously.

New.

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essay: #100: the other hand

Friends find solace, in the arms of others.
And I, on horizons beyond.
All need to belong.
Politicians, to history.
Humanitarians, to their cause.
Refugees, each and all.
Some words ring truer, than others.
Like these...
For times.
So loud, so bright.

Ophelia, 08.

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essay: #099: Annie Get Your Gun

c. Bruce Elliott


When a picture paints a thousand words...

essay: #098: Fade Into You

Drowning in the sounds.
Of Mazzy Star.
"A strangers heart without a home."
Haunts me, always.
As does the pomp and pageantry.
Of Beijing's polluted world.
Highways and byways.
Of untraveled roads.
Sweet soundtrack.
For a YouTube world.

essay: #097: Colour me Kubrick

Color me Kubrick.
Here and now.
Google earth me.

Splash me.

With colour and hue.

Zoom in.
Zoom out.
Ethereal eye in the sky.
Ever watchful.

Winter falls.
Blanket like.
Cold, crisp.

Share vino.
Move house.
Shoot the breeze.
With dark knights.

Friends drift in.

And out.

Let the games, continue.

While wheels, slowly turn...

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essay: #096: Coffee & Breakfast

SATURDAY, 10AM TOWN HALL




From neon, last night.
To coffee and breakfast.
And makeshift movie sets.
Where fires roar.
Smoke bombs soar.
As Nic Cage's Knowing hits town.

And me.
Wandering amongst.
Debris of camera and cellphone.
Click of curiosity.
From paparazzi prone.

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essay: 095 : Sweet strains of Piaf

I ponder.
With a mind, never at peace.
With itself.
Searching eternally.

Drove, through banks of fog.
6am, this morning.
God, it was beautiful.
Neon suffused.
Oceans mists.
Thought of Berlin.
The sweet strains of Piaf.
Drifting, through my ipod world.

Should I write words.
That make you weep?
Or smile, like atomic suns...

J'adore.
Every.
Last.
Drop...


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