TOP OF THE STRAIGHT
I remember when I was sitting at the top of the straight at one of Australia's top country tracks, watching the components of a race entail, the sight was sore as the barriers broke, the silk dug hard pushing for the folk, they found the bend and settled to turn, as the announcer rolled down off the paddock into the burn, she sat one two, three or four off the lead, the leader was singing giving them plenty, but she broke the mould that day she did, she turned for home without even a bid, she strode, she bowled, she even took to the bat, but the stumps were old, she even looked fat, this horse this horse of mine, she came within whiskers, she gave it her all and came up with blisters, the race was mine I had the ticket till she stopped at the fifty and left me with a biscuit - the day had been said that rolling with horses a hope that’s a dream which is given with steam on that there day when I found my old grey she was all that I had but she could never match me missus.
THE
GREAT
THOROUGHBRED
The whip rolls off the hind of the great thoroughbred it strides towards the line as the jockeys do find the saddle sits bare with the stirrups up there and the crowds in kind make a noise hard to find the passion of the people the sounds on the track the thunderous hooves that makes you come back from pillar to post it has the most as money changes hands it's all about the man suits of all sizes adorn the crowd ladies in finery flashing all proud the drinks are a flowing the great game has got you going for the punters track side or at their local the win or the place your in the next race
So we’ve come to find the horses we’ve found a track between the hills, with the gum trees in the distance, dirt roads and the kangaroos living in existence, in a place they call the bush in the Great Australian Outback.. The pubs in town and the locals flock to have a punt, when the top weight trots past the members they are all still star struck..
You can see the stinking heat
There’s mud inbetween your feet
The flies are worse than ever
There’s a smell in the air
You can’t quite place
We’re as sure as it is horse manure
There’s the sausages that have been burnt
They go down well after beer
There’s the sounds of horses hooves
As they parade around the yard
The punters come in from far and wide
All dressed up it’s all part of the vibe
The Summer Cup is up next, we’ve been waiting for this race the horse is 10 to 1 and the owner let us know there’s talk about a drum, they said he’s ready to run, the bookies call out to place your bets, as they head towards the barriers, the trumpet sounds, it’s time to shout, as all the gates have opened, we’ve missed the start, but our jockey’s sharp, he knows how to make up ground as they come down the slope, into the turn he pulls the stick he’s left it late and we need to make up six, although we are just off them the horse is making up sum, the cheers from the crowd are now quite loud as they hit the 200, we’re coming down the outside heads up heads down on the line, on the post we’ve done it we’ve won we have to celebrate! As the day comes to an end we’ve found the bar of the local pub, the locals cheer as we shout the beers and look forward to another day of horse racing.
They've been set up to spin the old girl, she's come in from 50s we've seen it before, but this time we've come in to watch her. Parading, she bucked, which I hope is all luck and now she's sweating up at the gates. I've backed her and tracked her since she was a factor back in the early days. From Bathurst to Orange she's shown so much courage, but this time it's different. We've come into Randwick to gloat, from the country six we've been out in the sticks, but this track hits different; headquarters, we're racing for country pride.
The time has come, we are sat on our bums up in the old members dive. There's a view of the track and the girls are dressed up. I've had to put on my slacks, it's worth it the old girl can shine. They are loaded in the gates at the old Randwick mile. It's truely a sight to behold as the starter waits there. I'm nervous to see her jump into stride. She's bounced and led like a true thoroughbred, the jockey hasn't touched her, she's on the bridle, and the field can't touch her as they come down the rise. There's daylight between them you can see the sunshine now, I can almost breathe a sigh.
So the jockey has let down from the turn, we're out of our seats yelling out heaps, there's funny faces you won't meet until next time. We're leading by six, he's pulled the whip, and there's something I've often learnt: the race isn't over till we pass the finish post but today we've gapped them and we got the big purse she's done it in style and won by a country mile.
ALMOST NAKED
Almost naked a sight so rare your touch is soft I am there you take my hand I follow the path that grasps my heart when our eyes lock the whole world stops as we lay bare love is there
ANTE MERIDIEM
left alone
to kill the clock
the incessant sounds
now i'm lost
A path they do not know on white walls a reflection of the dark substance of fear a life engrossed
Stars sought through twisted skies as eyes watch the night find light a galaxy right there beside me, i journey..
She doesn’t see the wind like me as it takes its own path free from the pain of loss where she waits by the door until it gets dark they have forgotten about her the world only passes by on the clock she sees different faces but all of them lost day by day another memory gone
There’s something missing
i don’t know what
i feel flat
like my soul is lost
the words you speak ignite my fuse
i turn away to feel the calm
the pain I see won’t go away
it’s everything
i can’t
don’t let me be the one who stops
i lay down
the world goes on..
A bright spark flickers in the strength of darkness
The way that i crave her for love attests without her i am motionless her breath her touch her sense benevolent our romance like leaves on the wind pure elegance
Suicide an unpretentious take crying through untreated wounds knowing sunshine sounds of pain my cause has gone joy resides in all i own gardens that are left grow on impertinent as life has told
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Fifty bucks will get you fucked up street songs just another bong you don’t know the caution of the wrong’d life has another dimension freehold fuck you red ink now i’ll leave you telling how all the things i said i didn’t mean I love you man but I hate you all the same hands down light is seen from the shadows I’ll tell you what it means to me it’s what i need to be car park to car park three feet high i’m stepping down i lost my crown educated fool smoking sativa let’s see what your made of