From a ‘lagging'
trajectory, something better
…the ‘bish’
needs to take some mental health training
& learn
some bedside manner!
Anyway I’ll
go for a walk once my washing is done.
…
… anyway
enough of the complaining
& there’s
a lot wrong clearly
Human Rights
violations everywhere you look
& even
if you don’t look
I look &
don’t look
&
sometimes – often perhaps –
I look away,
But we’ve gotta
be/get together
About the
present past future
Time Space
Being together
Infinity Intimacy
Eternity
Not an eternity
of somewhere over the rainbow
Respekt
Sometimes
sure
But an
eternity of what a wonderful world
Onya Louie
With all our
private beef
I’m tired of
beef
Respekt
I’m tired of
beef,
If I’m
feelin it I’m feelin it
But not if “no
problem mate”
But where do
I start & end in this
Infinite intimate
eternal place?
Basically,
as Carmody suggests
We begin
As Lao Tzu
(if he existed –
If indeed a
he?
A she?
A they,
perhaps?
The words attributed
do) says
“A journey
of a thousand miles starts below your feet”
But of
course there’s no pronoun in his/her/their writing,
What are we
then?
Jesus’s
story is different –
He was a/is/will
be a warrior mystic teacher man et al.
Not alone
there perhaps (?)
Everyone at a
certain time might do it
Don’t know
enough about other faiths/philosophers/prophets/people
To tell you
& so it’s
not a sausage fest,
Simone Weil
talked about how
Fictional evil
& fictional good
Are the
opposite of how they are
In real life
& I’m
supposedly a poet
But not a
hermetic one
No offense
There’s so
many
Anais Nin in
her day wrote about eroticism well
Primo Levi a
bangin moral philosopher
Who somehow
survived a Death Camp
That murdered
millions
Until he
didn’t
Of course I’m
stuck so much in the West
In my place
My home
I know
little of the finer points of tantra
Nor do I
speak Arabic
Although
obviously I use numbers & geometry et al
Aesop wrote
about how a tortoise beat a hare
In a foot
race
Usain Bolt
shows the virtues of
Natural
ability dedication & humility
I don’t
really know others’ cultures
I’m green
& obviously
wattle
I learn
every day
I try &
talk with people I think, might –
As the
painter Jack Whitten tells,
I think
might show me something I don’t know
I’m not
playing favourites
I know a lot
of good people
From all
walks
& their
example teaches more than any written or trumpeted words,
I think that
was the point of the big J’s ‘good Samaritan’ story –
How people
from shituationally (Peter Tosh)
So called ‘enemy
peoples’
Can demonstrate
common decency
For no fee.
Of course
one can only do this
If one has
their human needs met (Maslow etc),
Yet some ‘angels’
for want of a better word –
People with
good energy vibrations intentions dedication humility self-worth ethics love
sacrifice
Somehow work
on vapours
One finds
countless roles in which they serve
For instance
care workers doctors nurses teachers trades administrators drivers pilots boat
pilots soldiers etc
In a war
zone
Literal
& figurative,
When you
think about it
There are a
lot of good people
Mothers fathers
parents guardians siblings friends neighbours
Who help out
people in need,
Yes an older
man than me,
More runs on
the board,
An elder
whose background
Is relevant but
also irrelevant
Says –
The big
problem with this place
Is it’s too
much about money
Weak &
brutal & corrupt leaders
Criminals at
all levels of society,
There are
exemptions like the Ukraine guy
& other
leaders with backbone,
The
Minneapolis Mayor
Still not sure
about Traore (but I’m not there he seems to be doin some HEAVY lifting –
At least
according to his press releases) –
I’m always a
bit wary of leaders without a functioning Free Press,
& cracking
down on other people’s sexuality gender et al is bullshit,
As is the
former,
But as I
say, I’m not there from where the people are,
& really
in the case of Ukraine,
It’s also his
people who keep him accountable,
Gaza, Sudan,
The Congo, West Papua, Australia, (apologies for this implied by not explicitly
named, Asylum Seekers, et al )
Glimmers sometimes
serious reports & sometimes rumours come out,
But they’re
at war
What about,
to borrow from Cold Chisel,
“When the
war is over?”
What then? –
Series of ‘hot’
& ‘cold’ wars
Seemingly endlessly,
But you know
I think of
Johnny Cash
Singing the
song (whose author I didn’t take in)
“Last night
I had the strangest dream
I’ve ever
known before,
I dreamed
that all the world agreed
To put an
end to war,”
To end (for
want of a better word)
I’ll go back
to the beginning
& here,
In Wurundjeri
Country
& which
from a different First Nations mob & country,
Kev Carmody
put it:
“Greed will
eventually consume itself,
Cometh the
desert winds
Of change…”
Published
& Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.
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