Melbourne Story

[dar]

Be nice or not.
Water to ice
wood to fire
the lights go out
in a heartbeat
rage unreachable
ergo ego.....

O, hell. I started to write this poem thing and decided to stop. Don't worry Boss. I don't think you're nice or agreeable or anything of the sort. Rage away. But this is my ego giving your ego permission to be. What's with that? Do I walk to the gallows with dignity or do they drag me kicking and screaming? Tough call. I have to do my laundry. I guess that settles that.

Take care B.

[Boss]

Thank you, Dar. As always you give rich food for thought. I'll walk in dignity.

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9.57am
I ring your ward
Ask the sister if
You had ECT
She tells me you
Are about to have it
And I wonder
If an electric impulse
Will bring you back
If it is the magic shock
The gods of medicine
So believe in
I remember '93
Them sticking the
Needle in my vein
And the bliss as I
Went under
Just turning off
My humongous
Depression in seconds
Six times they
Put me to sleep
Passed their
Cathodes or anodes
Thru my head

About now-ish
Let their science
Bring you back
To life

[Tchocolatl]

Feeling angry is what it is. Not bad not good. A feeling. Who asks only to be cared for. Like all the feelings. Not to be ignored. Please, they plead. When they are asking politely, of course. But they always are.

There is a huge difference between feeling angry (or feeling anything else) and acting foolishly under the command of emotions. But you know that. Write and walk are two different things. You know that. Obviously. Omen, Boss.

There is a difference between being true and being able to cope socially. The important thing is to be true to you. The rest is a matter of instinct of survival and it depends of the context. And you are true to you. Most of the time. A man, Boss.

[Boss]

You guys seem to know me in a nutshell. Do you know I barrack for Carlton? What the Brownlow Medal is? That I haven't worn underwear in 25 years? I feel it best not to assume too much via an internet. I might blow my trumpet here, but in real life, I am a woos and this is what I'm fighting. It is dangerous to assume anything.

Few know me,
Adam

[Tchocolatl]

You guys seem to know me in a nutshell. (...)

Not guilty, your Honour.

I don't feel that I know you at all.
In a nutshell, I can put only small
talks, and again
Only pieces of them. (pronunce "then")

Now that I have commited this horrible thing, I hope that any outrageous feelings will be redirected at it. (Man, those boxin' kangaroos, they are becoming a watch-your-step-over-here). Thanks G-d, it is Internet and I don't risk to take two huge with-claws-like-knives feet in the belly. My white soft belly.

It was just that Chattyme felt like OK to enter your Monologue, Adam, and kindly share some ideas and feelings.

I am sorry if it feels like a violation of domicile, after all.

(Chant of the crickets)

[mat james]

For each of us it is hard enough to "know thyself", let alone anyone else.
"But that don't make it (chat-time) junk."

Boss always turns us into a sparring partner.
You watch!



Matbbgj

(...to be alive
is to unbuckle your belt
and look for trouble
...so I fight!"

Zorba/Adam-boss.

[Boss]

Tchoc, I wasn't digging at you, and I really appreciate what you say, it is just... nothing. I felt hemmed in, like I was getting all this advice. But I suppose in a way I was asking for it. In real life I go all out of my way to minimise friction, I am the peacemaker, particularly in my family. Mat is right, occasionally here I lash out. I shouldn't, I guess I have no tact. Thank you for your time on Monologue, I hope winter doesn't get too cold where you are. Tchoc, remember one thing and please remember it good, metamorphosis is real. And it will happen in the most unlikeliest place. Adam

[Tchocolatl]

Oh, well. OK.

OK.

Winter soltice is around December 21 where I am. Now it is autumn, a very mild one this year.

[Boss]

Just can't tell with the weather these days, Tchoc - I think we've done a right royal balls up of the environment and natural world. Something needs be done. But the blokes in control are more intent on blowing the sh-t out of each other and worrying about trade ratifications and the like. So Autumns will be warmer, the North Pole won't have ice and island states will disappear. Where is Nature on the priority list of your politicians?

December 22 9:03am - Summer Solstice in Melbourne. In Australia we start summer on the 1st of December. I think I prefer the old way with it beginning on the solstice. There is something more 'romantic', more true and genuine about it. And I like the imprecision of it changing a little each year. So, for me, Summer begins on the 22nd of December at 3 past 9 and runs through to the Equinox in March.

I like time and dates. Often I remember anniversaries, sometimes I'll light a candle, sometimes I'll smile or cry to myself. Everything is cyclic, everything in a cosmic mandala of oh so many proportions. And when you arrive at Autumn... again, or Saturday... again, or your birthday... again you revisit something. Something familiar, yet slightly different, something inviting and intrinsic to the rhythm of all things. In a sense you are home, but in a different house. Our marking of anniversaries, and very importantly the rituals used to commemorate them, can really be quite pivotal to the well being of the individual, or family, or group and even country or the world. The Olympic Games, which come around every four years, are a prime example of a wonderful recurring ritual that is significant for so many of us. But we need more, so much more. With love in the driving seat, anything is possible. Think of it, anything.

Boss

[Tchocolatl]

Those are not "mine", Adam. Those immature beings having fun to play their little game of Monopoly. But they don't have the monopoly of this.

Love, few sandwiches and a thermos of coffee! Yahoo!!!!!!

[Boss]

And the girl, an XD wagon, about 7.30pm on an October Spring day at St. Kilda Beach, with fish n' chips and Fleetwood Mac and the promise of a new world, a decent world where men and women dance and children sing about caterpillars and football scores and bubblegum and peace. And it is coming.

[Boss]

Where will you be
When they stop the murder
Where will you be
When they open every border?
Where will you be
When they feed the refugee
Where will you be
When they depollute the sea?
Where will you be
When money is withdrawn
Where will you be
When ownership is torn?
Where will you be
When freedom is set free
Where will you be
When love's the nth degree?

You will still be here
Along with the wretched mass
Who never saw it coming
In their daze of making cash

[mat james]

In their daze of making cash

Wow, that says so much!
Love the double meaning Boss.

MatbbgJ

[Boss]

There are times to fight
And there are times to retreat
- I choose neither.

I'll see you in Utopia
Where love is home
sometime tomorrow.

[Cate]

Adam your above poem made me think of this video Narrated by Morgan Freeman (I hope you like it)

http://www.takepart.com/video/2014/09/1 ... ening-film