Melbourne Story

[Boss]

Cate, it is brilliant. In the late 80's I remember material like this. It seems of late I don't see so much - maybe I am just not looking. Thank you for 'being in the know' again. We will be known as the generation who saved life, not destroyed it.

Of course I liked it

Boss

[Boss]

I visit you
You seem alert
With it
Still my Ma

You question
If you'll get better
I say 'Course!'
But you're uncertain
You complain about
The gums
The nurses
The system
I tell you they
Are tryin' things out
To stop the pain
And yer blues -
Fix you up

I'm back home
On my couch
And I pray deep

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If you're one of those people who believes you are ineffectual, that what you say is unimportant or disregarded. If you're low in confidence, have unsure belief and feel the world ramrods your ideas, or your heart, into oblivion every time you dare speak or even show up - know this: you are not alone. Why is it so many loudmouths, so sure but so vacant, why is it these fools control so much? Why so often are the rich and powerful so arrogant and cruel? Them and their lousy little poets so full of shite. Van Gogh, my brother Michael, the weakling in the playground. It is you who 'know', but it is you who seem to die away. It is the meek and the poor in spirit, Yeshu'a said, that are the blessed. And in many ways they do have a handle on Truth - but so often it is locked up inside. I take my cap off to you, all of you. Your beautiful souls, the beautiful losers. I recognise your struggle. I am at one with you. And together we will eke out this thing they call a brave new world. And here no one will be afraid anymore. And it is here brokenness will end. Because, 'the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it's overturned the order of the soul,' and he is fair dinkum. And He is, too.

http://youtu.be/8gquzyI4FeM

Peace on the Sabbath,
Adam

[mat james]

Wow!
Lilly, she is something.
That was something, Boss.
Thanks.

...and I wish your Mum good adventures, wherever she saunters...as we all will..

MbbgJ

[Tchocolatl]

Vivacious music!

Sometimes i feel that humanity is so joint together that no one "big step into more consciousness" may be possible unless all the latecomers can follow in a way or another. I don't mean by this that I know where I am situated exactly - or anybody else. Being within a situation makes it difficult to handle it, by definition.

[Boss]

Rachmaninov is marvellous, it is indeed vivacious, Tchoc!

Listening right now to new Neil Diamond - Melody Road. Seems to be okay.

Where would any of us be without music, hey? Probably locked in pretend.

Bring on the end of tyranny, ya' feel it comin',
Boss

[Tchocolatl]

Rachmaninov. Is very name is music.

Life is impossible without music. The world as we know it began with a sound, they say.

[Boss]

And they would be right, Tchoc. A sound and a light!

Getting Better (part 1 of 9)

Absent week tomorrow
Alone in all the sorrow
Bout two or three to go
No one will even know
Reposition of the battle
No Friday evening Scrabble
The television dead
A messiness instead
The dishes start to pong
Bit over modern song
The time restricted air
My dirty greasy hair
A boring packet dinner
Not getting any thinner
Tiredness all the time
Cut everything so fine
Thinking on my own
Cos no one else is home
Hiding from the sun
I sit outside the fun
Up against the night
A cuppa tea alright
Loneliness a storming
I'm talkin' to a forum!
I think I need a dog
To see me thru the fog
G-d is in my veins
Bring on autumn rains
I'm warming to this poem
I like where it is going
From Uppercomebackto East
To Melbourne's city streets
I've gotta take this chance
And not forget the dance
Ma put this truth in me
No ideology
A love that can't be broken
This Law, I am not joking
It reaches to my heart
So bravely running fast
It knows no death or illness
It's calm, it's perfect stillness
It accepts its yesterdays
In tomorrow's wondrous ways
It nursed me as a youngun'
And knows the peace a-comin'
It's true, it's real adept
The template given kept
Of a love so surely spun
From a mother to her son
See I'm a Liberal Jew
And a boxing kangaroo
With these two in my soul
I'll encounter every goal
I'm up against all comers
In twenty six full summers
Of a world so full of hate
But I shan't commiserate
Cos the battle is now on
It's in every truthful song
The end to all the greed
As peace comes in to feed
On the manna set aside
By the One who doesn't hide
In the violence of a lie
It is He who cannot die

[mat james]

"Hiding from the sun
I sit outside the fun"

There is plenty happening in this enjoyable poem but I love these two lines above.

Mat.

[Boss]

Thanks very much, Mat. It is enjoyable.

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Jez, forty-four today. You only got to thirty. Not a great deal has happened since April '01. Hawthorn won it in '08, '13 and '14 - of this you'd be rapt. Still live in the same joint, your room's much the same. I replaced your telly, Ish and Bud passed on, Mum is a bit unwell right now, music is much of a muchness but Cohen and Dylan and Morrison still do it for me. Neil Diamond has a wonderful positive new album - reckon you'd like it. I'm still in love with Jackie - guess I always will be. The world still has an identity crisis, blowing itself apart. It is still greed causing all the problems, greedy leaders in every sphere. Don't know if love has ever really been tried. They profess it but don't practise it. It'll win little brother. For the first time in existence, love will rule. You remember that Lenny Kravitz song? Remember Luna Park and The Harp. Remember the meals at Bible Street with Jack, the Sunday dinners at Nana's and Papa's, playing footy in the backyard all winter long? The jacks with Mick, your 21st, Thursday nights at Dad's in Warrandyte? Prisoner and The Sullivans, Esther's room, our BMX's, Peter Jackson Extra Milds, Levi's jeans and Rob's hamburgers? Trying to learn Hebrew at Sunday School, your three Fords, the church you tried out, Strawberry Fields by The Beatles? Happy Birthday mate.

[Boss]

Comin' on Shabbat. And I say a prayer. "Adonai, you know all things, you have left us here to our own devices, our own will. But you are the master of fate. Indeed, you know the future, you wrote it. We live inside this paradox, always inside it. And though so many believe they are not accountable to anyone or anything, fact is they are. And why often on the journey things may seem unfair or without reason or a little hazy, I trust that you conduct this symphony gently then abruptly then gently again for the purpose of a total peace on this planet. And that is what each of us strives for. Until your will it is complete. Boker tov, My L-rd."

[mat james]

And though so many believe they are not accountable to anyone or anything, fact is they are.

...and even if people don't "believe", it is still a great way to live one's life...
to live a life as though one day we need to square the ledger.

[Boss]

Best way to square the ledger now? Repent mate, just repent!

Good Shabbos to you.

[Boss]

Getting Better (part 2 of 9)

I dream a little scene
From over under yonder
Bout me & her in bed
Could it last a little longer

I whisper in her ear
'So did I ever love you'
She puts her hand in mine
'I found you boy, I had to'

She flicks the telly on
Not an advert to be found
The shows they are informative
Direction quite profound

We are living in a new world
We are naked, we are free
I kiss up at her shoulder
We will marry August three

We make a little love
Then turn the kettle on
How simple is the moment
Like an early Beatle song

The year is in the billions
There's time & time again
I hug her in the hallway
It's a love that never ends

[Boss]

Getting Better (part 3 of 9)

In early 1977 my Dad took my brother and me down to a club to play Australian Rules Football. We were in the Under 11 team. My brother was 10, I was 8 - two years younger than my opponents. The season began, I played on the half back flank, my brother in the centre. It was tough going for me, I was a scrawny kid. I got a few touches but spent most of the time marvelling at my brother. We won one game for the season against Edithvale-Aspendale by about twenty goals. At the end of the season we had a presentation afternoon. My brother won best and fairest, a big trophy and he deserved it. Each player received a small medal. To this day I still hang it over my desk.

In 1978 we returned. But this year I was to play in the Under 10's, my brother in the Under 12's. I was the ruck rover. I remember the first match in Autumn. We were at home to a team from the south. I played well relishing the fact my opponents were my size. About three minutes to go I took a screamer (catch) in the goal square and kicked a goal. We won by three points. I felt so good. I checked our weekly newspaper for the match report the following Thursday, I was mentioned. Every game of 1978 I was in the paper. I still have the clippings in an old photo album. That year I won my first trophy, the best and fairest. The award ceremony was on a sunny Sunday. Needless to say I was nervous walking up to accept my trophy.

The following year in 1979 me and a few others were asked if we could fill in for the Under 12's for the season, they were short. I was sort of reluctant as once again the players would be older than me. But I did play - it was more difficult. They played me in the centre, a few games I battled in the ruck against older kids. I found the harder the task, the more I stood up. We didn't make the finals in 1979. Probably due to the confusion of my Dad leaving the family, I didn't go to the presentation. In fact I didn't even give it a thought. On a Sunday evening my Mum's sister rang. She said I had won third best and fairest for the Under 12's! I couldn't believe it. As I type right now, in my left hand, I hold my little wooden trophy from that year. I have won six other trophies - two bests, three seconds and another third - but it is this gutsy third that means most. I was an underdog - smaller, weaker, younger - but still I got up.

Under 12's 1979 3rd

Never give up...

[Tchocolatl]

Did you enjoy this sport as a kid ?