As complex as simple is.
Here with my daughter,
Relaxing having some fun,
She is a joker.
The films are repeats, but they all keep me in my seat, watching silly shows.
The problem with me,
Is I have no real reserves,
To keep me going.
I am exhausted, triedness overwhelms me, making me useless.
The weekend is here, there and everywhere I think, it’s following me.
Time for a cuppa, chocolate biscuits a few, and maybe some more.
I can’t tell a lie,
Without thinking of the truth,
And feeling it too.
A mug of coffee,
Is sitting beside me now,
Waiting for its turn.
A taste and a gulp,
And I feel its warmth go down,
That does feel so good.
I am still working,
In and out of work, I work,
Mostly thing I like.
It has rained all day,
Completely wetting all things,
That are outside now.
The rain drizzles down,
Wetting the ground so finely,
And almost unseen.
The on line office,
Is a chore and so tiring,
I tune out sometimes.
I just close my eyes,
And feel that tiredness there,
Washing through my head.
Have a good night all,
May you sleep soundly and long,
And wake up refreshed.
Book ideas flow,
Like rapid streams through my mind,
And turn in eddies.
I miss the out back,
Just any place that’s out there,
Away from people.
I grew up hiking,
In the hills and through the bush,
Walking waterfalls.
It was so much fun,
Wet and cold and muddy too,
They were super days.
I have had others,
In many different ways,
I’d say I am blessed.
The day was okay,
In it’s Monday special way,
Though it started grey.
My mobile is gone.
Battery has died, it’s dead,
And can’t be revived.
I’ve written some songs,
Chords, melody and some words
I plan to record.
Like writing a book,
I will publish one or two,
If I finish one.
The ideas come,
In droves sometimes so many,
That they overwhelm.
My phone’s stopped working,
It feels like I’m regressing,
Using the laptop.
I use it so much,
And everything is on it,
Including passwords.
A lesson to learn,
Too late for now, but I knew,
Thats is annoying.
The mist shrouded fields,
And trees frosted with whiteness,
For this winter’s walk.
There’s a robin’s song,
Somewhere in amongst the trees,
He is hiding well.
I walk a dirt track,
Through the fields and the forest,
To the cold still lake,
The ducks greet me there,
‘Any food for us today friend?’
But I have nothing.
I walk slowly home,
A golden cord holding me,
Making me walk tall.
He kept himself low,
Wondering if he should go,
Or just remain there.
He hoped they’d go soon,
Sail away and bugger off,
And death find them soon.
He knew he must move,
Take the gold and relocate,
Somewhere far away.
So he crawled away,
Until he could stand and walk,
Back to the hideout.
He took on more load,
And set off into the woods,
And the other place.
It would be safer,
Easier to hide away,
And not be captured.
That would mean his death,
His neck slit or somthing grim.
He didn’t sleep much.
At the crack of dawn,
He set off back to the first camp,
And look for the ship.
He couldn’t see it now,
Maybe they had left or sunk,
But something bugged him,
He dug up more gold,
And quickly took it away,
To the other camp.
Leaving some gold there,
At the first site, a decoy, keep them looking there.
He was tired now,
The evening was falling fast,
When he arrived back.
He hide the gold there,
In a pattern around the rocks,
And then fell asleep.
Been to the dentist,
The doctors and hosptital,
And the weekly shop.
Things do not just stop,
Life must continue safely,
Behind a black mask.
The sun is shining,
So lovely for a cold day,
Making it special.
I’m feeling tired,
Just the sameness of it all,
And how long it lasts.
Shadows on the walls,
As the sun does slowly fall,
To the horizon.
Weekend is now here,
Time to kick back and change gear,
To something cruising.
This first week at work,
In this new year felt okay,
When it’s day by day.
Doctor called today,
Took my pause and looked alarmed,
This man’s too laid back.
Woke me up they did.
Pumped me with adrenaline,
One cup at a time.