Abstract Nonsense
Extract my underlying essence
remove my dependence on the real
I may once have been connected
but now I have a wider application
Am I phenomena, matched
with other equivalent equations
or maybe I am all in the theory
be I category or model
I am defined as abstract structure
but only since the underlying rules
and concepts were identified as
I began from real world problems
Was I geometry, where my distance
and area was calculated
Or was I algebra, where my problems
we’re solved in arithmetic
As abstraction I have advantage
connections between difference are deep
to know me once can suggest results
when you know me twice
As abstraction I have disadvantage
concepts can be difficult to learn
maturity and experience needed for
the abstract assimilation of concepts
General ideas and constructs aside
I will display a uniformity throughout
and when you assume to know me it
will be true through abstract nonsense
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Walk Gently Under the Sway of Young Trees
Walk gently under the sway of young trees
Sit and watch the flow of once mighty rivers
Stand where great forests once grew
You will see the peace of silence is no more
We now see new versions of old problems
Too many ancient rivers flow toxic
Tree destroyers despise tree growers
Noise pollution screams at the deaf
We develop at the expense of living
Changing the direction of old rivers
Moving earth to make them flow backwards
And the mantra is always – “progress”
A developer never plants a million trees
Yet we let them cut down three times as many
Good people plant at unsustainable rates
Too many seeds to be planted, too few seeds
So walk gently under the sway of young trees
Plant with your heart as well as your hands
Protect the flow of the once mighty rivers
And silence the acceptance of apathy
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When The Brown Plains Finally Die
Are we heading for a dust bowl
With our only food bowls dying
Have the native grasses died
Can you see the farmers crying
With erosion never ending
As the topsoil learns to fly
The eyes of country people
Are focussed on the sky
In the city grass is greening
Along every city street
But where town and country touch
The people never meet
For the milk just comes from Coles
And the steak a butchers shop
We don’t teach of a farmers history
Or the hardness of their lot
Their mortgages are growing
As they struggle to be sane
This drought is never ending
There are no promises of rain
The lives of men and women
As they will all testify
Will be forever changed
When the brown plains finally die
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Why Is It Always After
After the words
After the actions
The times vowed
It would never happen again
After short walks
After long talks
Or periods of silence
That say too much
After calls for help
After answers trite
When we never dream
Because we can’t sleep
After all this
Why can’t there be a before
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Chai and Mai Tai’s
Who will decide who makes the rules
We hear the drums of struggle
From the boneyards of the past
We are a scrapheap of progress
Our history has had no time to age
Who will listen to what people want
The winds from long lost homes
Will blow through empty canyons
The sands from new deserts will bite
They will no longer be named
Listen to what they say
Hallways of forgotten parliaments
Will disappear in the decay of time
No one will know what a great mind was
Let alone what one is
We are all drunk on chai and mai tai’s
Wasting our time on distant stars
We fool ourselves with unimportant things
No study on the Eiffel Tower was ever needed
When greed and death were inexorably linked
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Never to return to the world we once knew
We can wait forever to claim the right
Of the many dreams we dream
Too many to realise, we are losing
There lacks a rhyme to no reason
To listen to those without broken hearts
Do you pass by the fire without notice
We burn history, repeating Hitler’s past
Darkness in the river is everyday common
We lack the foresight of the light
There is no love story to be returned
We are falling without teardrops
There is no father in heaven; no heaven
We are the horsemen of our own apocalypse
With no god, no war, no famine, no death to come
We ride today, upon the end of days
When the sky falls in, how will it feel
Your lungs burning, your skin on fire
Who will take care of you in the ether
With nowhere to plant your feet
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Inside every person I have met
There’s something there that I have left
A story how to embrace a crowd
Or how to hide within a cloud
Inside every person I have met
Maybe it was a turn of phrase
That made you think of happier days,
Or maybe just a twinkling eye
You are trying now to identify
Inside every person I have met
Or then again a gentle touch
That didn’t really mean that much
Yet now you think and wonder why
Did I ever really see this guy
Inside every person I have met
May be I fell onto your heart
A new life then it could restart
Or maybe it was none of this
No touch, embrace or lasting kiss
Inside every person I have met
Inside every person I have met
There’s something there that I have left
It’s up to you now to define
Is it in your soul or in your mind
Inside every person I have met
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