Mirror mirror on the wall
who’s the faerest of us all
the truth are we
in the clouds that you see
the balance of fire and water..electricity.

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YOU opened up the doorway
AND risked a look inside.
YOU couldn’t share the vision
AND the truth you had to hide.

YOU didn’t build the pyramid
AND structure things just right.
YOU went and split the atom
AND were blinded by sunlight.

YOU forgot to use a mirror
AND reflect it all around.
YOU turned away, closed the eye
AND didn’t speak a sound.

YOU didn’t see me watching
AND knowing all the lie.
YOU kept on chaining spirit
AND didn’t hear it’s cry.

YOU lusted for more power
AND greed went hand in hand.
YOU acquired gold and diamonds
AND built castles in the sand.

YOU built up debt to Mother Earth
AND that will never be repaid.
YOU reap the crop that you sowed
AND now lay in the bed you made.

YOU have asked for nature’s fury
AND that is exactly what you’ll get.
YOU know nature is the balance
AND at dawn the sun will set.

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Suicide moth
with the brains of a doth
you are banging away at the screen
It is night time outside
and it’s a full lunar tide
Whether you’ll live remains to be seen

the rain’s pouring down
on your face like a clown
makes you look like an eerie dark green
I peer at your face
right out there in space
and wonder why nature is harsh and so mean

you’re banging away
with wings beating in fray
to the light you seem to be keen
why don’t you give up
There is glass is in the cup
the knowledge of which surely you glean

but seemingly not
you don’t seem to stop
that banging away at the screen
I bid you goodnight
and close blinds out of sight
of that light from which your life is so lean

you would think you would learn
light also can burn
and charcoal can tarnish the sheen

created 2008

It rained today for the first day since we moved to the farm. Tonight I was sitting on my bed looking out the window when a Bogong moth similar to the one  above that I snapped on the front door a minute ago, decided to keep me fascinated by the way he kept trying to get through the glass window into the bedroom to the light.

It was so funny, Kahleah was sitting on the bed with me and I said to her “look at the fairy on the window”.

She walked up with a puzzled expression on her face (up to now she hasn’t actually “seen” the fairies we play with) and she peered at the window close up. She took a step back, looked at me, looked back at the moth and did a double take, peering closer again.

She then turned to me with a look of consternation on her face and said “its a yucky looking one isn’t it mummy”.

I laughed and laughed. I then explained it was a big moth. The wing span from tip to tip was about ten centimetres and the body length was about 6 cm long.

She asked me if I could open the window to get a better look as he was hanging on the insect screen. When I opened the window she again peered at it up close, examining it with fascination.

Glen leaned forward and said, look you can scratch it on it’s tummy and he gave it’s tummy a bit of a rub through the screen. She then reached up and touched it through the screen and gently patted it’s tummy with a look of complete awe on her face.

When I closed the window we sat there and watched the moth for ages, just continually beat itself against the window in it’s futile effort to get to the light.

One again nature and my little girl inspired me to write this poem. Hope you enjoy.

The Bogong Moth
The moths are huge and apparently edible. You notice I say apparently. I don’t see them on my menu in the near or distant future. I live in south East Queensland which is their breeding ground.

Postscript.
As I am posting this Glen spoke up from behind me at the dining table where he was watching me post the blog. We were having a coffee before bed and he said “Here you are the cats got one now”

Sure enough I turned around and the cat had presented one to Glen at his feet. I grabbed the camera as Glen grabbed the cat and it flew into the kitchen. The cat got away from Glen and sat there eyeing the moth. Glen took the cat to the sleepout while I rescued the moth and put him outside.

When Glen walked back in he said “All that effort and there’s a bird outside that is probably thanking us for dinner about now.

Well at least he didn’t end up the cat’s dinner.. tonight anyway….

Icarus

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The tower is struck by lightening
from nowhere it seems to come
darkness flash blinding light
there is no place to run

Only from the depths of sadness
the empty feelings of despair
can open up the emotional heart
and bring new light to bear.

So now its time to start from scratch
to build it up for gain
with extra reinforcements
to protect from that same pain

The tower is built time again
until something knocks it down
when you learn the lesson well
then you’ll wear the crown.

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If you could see inside of you
at the colours of your soul
You would see the sparkling sunshine
not an empty dark black hole.

For the colours of the rainbow
shine when bounced off golden light
liquid fires in the mirror
is a glorious splendid sight.

The days of deep dark sadness
of stormy clouds and rains of tears
show an empty blank reflection
that stretches back through the years.

When you search for happiness
above all else in life
you get to feel the sadness
the sharp cutting edge of the knife.

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The fright and the terror
that creates all life’s tears
is born of religion
which creates all life’s fears.

Satanism or hatred
Christianity alike
all are just mirrors
on the scales of our psyches

Follow thy leader
all the rule books do say
obey and work hard
to earn a weeks pay

Day and day out
year after year
sleeping and working
’til the ending is near

Not having no time
nor energy for fun
living life bleak
the work never done

Creating suppression
of instinct and light
blinding the glory
of nature’s delight

Clouding the images
of the spirit called man
The soul put in chains
cross and nails in his hand

but whether the cross is upright
or spun in reverse
as you see from these lines
its mirrored its curse.

Good and evil are created
from fiction not fact
to explain it this way
is a matter of tact.

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Once upon a bright lit planet
Shining brightly in the Skye
Beaming down reflected light
from night there way up high

The mirror spins in all its glory
capturing in it the sparkling sun
and turns the image round and round
sending it back down the line to nun

For a light that begins upon it’s journey
Encounters mirrors on its way
though they once said I am the light
it may yet dawn a  cloudy day

As above as so below
or so they said to me
but as long as there is north and south
For every he there must be a she.

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Alone in the dark, alone with your thoughts
overcome with deep feelings of dread.
all of your hopes and all of your fears
are flowing randomly around in your head.

searching for courage, the spark that’s inside
to stand up and face what the fates bring,
suppressing inside you the need to be free,
as slowly the voice stops to sing

when you finally stand up and step on to the future,
from the tears that are all done and all cried,
facing the fears of all that is unknown,
that takes courage born of blood and of pride.

the torches of knowledge which light up the way
will help guide you to take one step more
that light may grow dim and flicker about
but the spirit comes from deep in the core

The book of today has already been written
the pages are numbered from the days of your life
it’s signed in your blood and then sealed with the laws
ready to cut through your soul like a knife

Look deep in the mirror at you staring back
you see time etched and marked on your face
innocence gone from those eyes which now turn away
a knowing deep faraway look in its place

Another day older theres no going back
no changing the past with a pen
the lesson is learned reaction to action
it is time for the deep wounds to mend

A red dawn breaks out from under the darkness
as nature waits for the new day to begin
Consciousness wakens and stirs from it’s sleep
the world has turned on it’s axis again
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Nor is it the beginning
Nor is it the end
It’s just a place on the bend
whether you lose or whether your winning
in the eyes of the law
you’ll always be sinning
who made em judge
who made em jury
who chose the day for nature’s own fury
the passing will come and no one will know
as time has before, the future will go
if all was for naught
as naught was for all
then the flowers may droop
but the trees will stand tall
the mountains will crumble
and fall into dust
the earth disembowelled
in nature’s own lust
the days of history concealed and elect
on Earth they are forgotten In the stars they reflect
no sin goes unpardoned who’s eye can but see
formless lines on an unbridled sea
the sailor arrives back home at last
inside the story, that began in the past.

Keith Swan

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