Drive Home-Melbourne to Eltham

From a Burke Street window, I look far below
City of silent traffic, I watch it alone
Its journey before me, I must follow its flow
Time to drive off and head for my home

Rush to the lifts, just time for a chit chat
Alight on the ground floor, that’s only the start
I wait for second lift, special key for car park
The lifts to the car park, arrive there at last

A city pulsating, its lights and its clatter
A city so busy, its rush hour traffic
A city for me, it’s simply mind over matter
A city of energy, skyscrapers, and panic

Switch on the engine, drive down narrow lane
Give way to pedestrians, trams and red lights
Traffic inches forward, hard to stay sane
The bicycle passes, this time he is right

The traffic snarls angry, tempers to hide
I need some soft music, it has to be bright
Thank to the music, emotions subside
It calms and restores me, a simple delight

A city pulsating, its lights and its clatter
A city so busy, its rush hour traffic
A city for me, it’s simply mind over matter
A city of energy, skyscrapers, and panic

I tear through the city it lights all ablaze
The whine of the engine, the din and faint haze
I make a fast move, to clear from the pack
Away from congestion there’s no turning back

At last I am home, the home fires burning
I drive in the driveway; it’s so quiet and still
Hello to my wife, then off to my yearning
Off to my writing, my thoughts to relate

A city pulsating, its lights and its clatter
But now in my nest, my mind it at rest
Its light energy, a reflection for me
It’s simply the best, for my poetry

Your the Best -'A Mother'

My youngest daughter wrote these lyrics for her musical composition, which she played on her guitar and sang to her Mother on Mothers Day as her gift to her. It's an example of her philosophy. One presented in a jovial way, that is, less is more. In this instance her gift cost her nothing, but her precious time, a priceless eternal gift to her mother, a Mother whose the best Mother, and oh yes and is simply the best, as she's also my wife.

You're the Best

Thank you for taking me everywhere
For always being there for everything

Thank you for all the warm hugs
For the endless love and encouragement

Thank you for all the small things
Like movies, coffee and cake
Even cans of braised steak

Thank you for always saying yes
To buying me a new dress
Or a new pair of shoes

You're the best
You're so selfless
So much more than many other mums
You're the best
You're ten out of ten
On the scale of selfless devotion

Thank you for singing to me
When I was in the womb
Thank you for my pretty yellow room

Thank you for the idiosyncrasies
Oh how they have taught me
The science of heredity

Thankyou for the words of wisdom when I was sad
For not telling dad, how much my shoes cost

Thankyou for teaching me right and wrong
Thankyou for being strong
When I was awful to you

You're the best
You're so selfless
So much more than many other mums
You're the best
You're ten out of ten
On the scale of selfless devotion

Well I would be singing all day to mention the rest
So in summary I repeat youre the best

I think you should pat yourself on the back
For all that your've achieved
For passing on your genes

Especially the musical one
Of course of those there are tunes
Clearly evident in this piece !! (ha ha)

You're the best
You're so selfless
So much more than many other mums
You're the best
You're ten out of ten
On the scale of selfless devotion

Symphony of Creation

My daughter asked me to write lyrics for her intended musical composition, based on my previous "Immortal Quantum Faith" posting.

Symphony of Creation.

Form, of mystery, light spread out from sing-ul-ar-ity
A form, continues, with each breath, symbol of my life as yet
So, let me know no more, that I may know the splendor
Of the light filled, ONE agenda

Form of ONE, itself to know
Form of two, a desire of ONE
Form of memory, the ONE it knows
The ONE true Light of Love

Form, is it but our own reflection, illusions of our expectation
Hidden in the time of present, lonely in its own pure presence
Continued on, deep within us, calling forth, our own surrender
Of the light filled, ONE agenda.

Form of ONE, itself to know
Form of two, a desire of ONE
Form of memory, the ONE it knows
The ONE true Light of Love

Form of worm hole travel backwards, space time changes state
The conscious mind now existing, listens always, emotions birth
Thoughts will now last forever, guided by a spirits a light
To the light filled ONE agenda.

Form of ONE, itself to know
Form of two, a desire of ONE
Form of memory, the ONE it knows
The ONE true Light of Love