Bora born
Tropic moon
Soft light outside
soft breeze through the window touching
smells of the cane carrying _ a symphony starting of
crickets awakening.
Time to go _ time to be they echo back to me
magic is in the air tonight
come and join our song of delight .....
Slow walk into town
moonbeams through fleecy clouds blessing
red light on my belt flashing _ protecting from
the dangers imagined.
The breeze is pure _ this gift is free which calls to me
for the scent of the cape is for all no doubt
but who has these memories to trigger tonight.
In from the bush is my brother Lumpy
who joins us on the boardwalk eating
talk of good times past _ the year 2000 the best of the best
for true friendships blossoming.
Spirit walker _ teacher is he _ Kokominjena man he be
a magic man who brings us his light
on this peaceful balmy tropical night.
Yawyah my friends
back through the streets of Cairns walking
languages everywhere speaking _ of lives worth living with
people of beauty touring.
Pass slowly _ watch easily the mob remotely
as we all feel these good times past
and treasure the moments to tell friends about.
And there she is
on the steps of the big apple with those cards for reading
my fortune is waiting _ for $2 of time while
she remains sitting.
I'm broke as broke _ and sadly decline
those long golden locks, liquid voice of a siren
where could she take me this exotic young woman.
Stop at the cinema
for all manner of sweet things pleasing
pink frozen drink _ medium size I think
to revitalise me.
Feeling tired _ so rest right down
join the escape to the fantasy land
of movie trailers, heroes, lovers and pepa's lonely hearts club band.
Perfume creek
the coppers with spotlight searching
watch out brothers _ watch out sisters
you know they're out to get you.
Cross the bridge _ tides coming in
pass the grounds where football has been playing
down Mann street, K Mart coming up, then Tills street where home is awaiting.
Sitting near the foot bridge
she calls through a mozelle haze of drinking
babuk with friend on the ground _ this Kowanyama girl has found
her answer to all her fears fleeting.
Dillas is her name _ her fight is near gone
from a lifetime's invisible living so she tells me
with rejection no end, from wanna be others and friends, no wonder she now wants to party.
Hey bunji !
she says to this friendship repeating
teacher of her children _ friend of Chris her x lover
Wilson's brother, she introduces me.
No bulb eye this one _ no worker of women
to be trusted, respected and included
for friendships do last when judgements aren't made that exclude you.
The Murri way,
is to be asked for help with solving problems
not to row your own boat _ in anothers moat
promoting yourself first.
A church going woman _ well educated too
qualified in all manner of things
now come on father, the church is my refuge, how can your eyes still be wandering.
So down I do sit
on the footpath, with Murri friends who are drinking
full moon above _ to the bush my heart goes
this company is worth bottling.
Apologetic is she _ no advice comes through me
and when was I asked to have my say
for better or worse, if the truth be known, this is her life at the end of the day.
Ready to go
drop in for some tea, if you come past my way
watch out for those cops _ retirees watching
over the fence at Marti Dai.
Yuwai she speaks _ Walpiri lingo no less
means _ ok _ for you who don't understand me
with a bottle of wine, friend, moon and stars, now how's that for being connected.
Arrive home,
get a phone call, the bakers monthly cycle is once again completing
have been waiting the worst _ for the words to burst
of imagined thoughts to distract me.
Patterns of behaviour _ tires by showing
the search is within where the judgements are made
blocking the truth, setting the bar, excluding those who don't make the grade.
To live in the moment
means what ! unless you are inclusive
the sermon on the mount _ shares by example about
whose need then, is to say _ this you're not living.
Leo's pain _ examples abound
shares with who ask, true freedom, the right of all men and women
but fair weather friendships, I'm sorry to say, surely won't find him.
Thought creates
for some ! an idea still as elusive as could be
wicca is moontime planing _ the bakers understanding
from their last fateful meeting.
A collector of souls _ a bringer of dreams
she's making the trip north, he may well not leave here
Port Douglas it seems, is the place it will be, where his report will be made to her.
Can't be true
you might say to a tale of this nature
if I can tell you one thing _ in one year of counting
three marriages were left wanting.
And those who were single _ were not left out either
two hands would be needed, to tally all those
put under her spells, some sealed with the kiss, few adepts could oppose.
Fact or fiction
you just made this all up ! the sceptic is heard saying
cross my heart _ for to lie on my part
would make this tale worth nothing.
It's a week in my life _ of walks and talks
with some old spice, from the travelling baker in town
bringing reminders of times past, and memories not lost, of a woman a man and a clown.
- O -
time to go
time to be me
2003
© 2003 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
soft breeze through the window touching
smells of the cane carrying _ a symphony starting of
crickets awakening.
Time to go _ time to be they echo back to me
magic is in the air tonight
come and join our song of delight .....
Slow walk into town
moonbeams through fleecy clouds blessing
red light on my belt flashing _ protecting from
the dangers imagined.
The breeze is pure _ this gift is free which calls to me
for the scent of the cape is for all no doubt
but who has these memories to trigger tonight.
In from the bush is my brother Lumpy
who joins us on the boardwalk eating
talk of good times past _ the year 2000 the best of the best
for true friendships blossoming.
Spirit walker _ teacher is he _ Kokominjena man he be
a magic man who brings us his light
on this peaceful balmy tropical night.
Yawyah my friends
back through the streets of Cairns walking
languages everywhere speaking _ of lives worth living with
people of beauty touring.
Pass slowly _ watch easily the mob remotely
as we all feel these good times past
and treasure the moments to tell friends about.
And there she is
on the steps of the big apple with those cards for reading
my fortune is waiting _ for $2 of time while
she remains sitting.
I'm broke as broke _ and sadly decline
those long golden locks, liquid voice of a siren
where could she take me this exotic young woman.
Stop at the cinema
for all manner of sweet things pleasing
pink frozen drink _ medium size I think
to revitalise me.
Feeling tired _ so rest right down
join the escape to the fantasy land
of movie trailers, heroes, lovers and pepa's lonely hearts club band.
Perfume creek
the coppers with spotlight searching
watch out brothers _ watch out sisters
you know they're out to get you.
Cross the bridge _ tides coming in
pass the grounds where football has been playing
down Mann street, K Mart coming up, then Tills street where home is awaiting.
Sitting near the foot bridge
she calls through a mozelle haze of drinking
babuk with friend on the ground _ this Kowanyama girl has found
her answer to all her fears fleeting.
Dillas is her name _ her fight is near gone
from a lifetime's invisible living so she tells me
with rejection no end, from wanna be others and friends, no wonder she now wants to party.
Hey bunji !
she says to this friendship repeating
teacher of her children _ friend of Chris her x lover
Wilson's brother, she introduces me.
No bulb eye this one _ no worker of women
to be trusted, respected and included
for friendships do last when judgements aren't made that exclude you.
The Murri way,
is to be asked for help with solving problems
not to row your own boat _ in anothers moat
promoting yourself first.
A church going woman _ well educated too
qualified in all manner of things
now come on father, the church is my refuge, how can your eyes still be wandering.
So down I do sit
on the footpath, with Murri friends who are drinking
full moon above _ to the bush my heart goes
this company is worth bottling.
Apologetic is she _ no advice comes through me
and when was I asked to have my say
for better or worse, if the truth be known, this is her life at the end of the day.
Ready to go
drop in for some tea, if you come past my way
watch out for those cops _ retirees watching
over the fence at Marti Dai.
Yuwai she speaks _ Walpiri lingo no less
means _ ok _ for you who don't understand me
with a bottle of wine, friend, moon and stars, now how's that for being connected.
Arrive home,
get a phone call, the bakers monthly cycle is once again completing
have been waiting the worst _ for the words to burst
of imagined thoughts to distract me.
Patterns of behaviour _ tires by showing
the search is within where the judgements are made
blocking the truth, setting the bar, excluding those who don't make the grade.
To live in the moment
means what ! unless you are inclusive
the sermon on the mount _ shares by example about
whose need then, is to say _ this you're not living.
Leo's pain _ examples abound
shares with who ask, true freedom, the right of all men and women
but fair weather friendships, I'm sorry to say, surely won't find him.
Thought creates
for some ! an idea still as elusive as could be
wicca is moontime planing _ the bakers understanding
from their last fateful meeting.
A collector of souls _ a bringer of dreams
she's making the trip north, he may well not leave here
Port Douglas it seems, is the place it will be, where his report will be made to her.
Can't be true
you might say to a tale of this nature
if I can tell you one thing _ in one year of counting
three marriages were left wanting.
And those who were single _ were not left out either
two hands would be needed, to tally all those
put under her spells, some sealed with the kiss, few adepts could oppose.
Fact or fiction
you just made this all up ! the sceptic is heard saying
cross my heart _ for to lie on my part
would make this tale worth nothing.
It's a week in my life _ of walks and talks
with some old spice, from the travelling baker in town
bringing reminders of times past, and memories not lost, of a woman a man and a clown.
- O -
time to go
time to be me
2003
© 2003 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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