Monthly Archives: January 2009


It took a burst of excitement to throw me on to my skateboard again,
It gradually built up over time and I finally snapped and assembled my trucks to my board,
I was a free spirit again while tapping into untouched memories of my youth,
I ran and jumped on my board,
Flew down the driveway while pushing hard up the hill,
My brain said “go switch and keep pushing”,
Out sheer unconsciousness a switch heelflip of such beauty came into existence,
As it touched my soul both my feet captured the spinning object,
Still floating forever it seemed as I realized again that skateboarding’s a dream,
Feelings of indescribable proportion as I grew tired I watched the sunset split the sky,
No remaining question of “who am I”.


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The Shire Tea House

The Shire Teahouse

The Shire is a growing meeting place in West End, Brisbane.  It started about 3 years ago long before I knew of it, but it remains to project its spirit being a low-key alternative-community now that it is growing in size.  It’s real, so real that it makes everything else in the metropolitan world seem ‘alternative’.  It has the music, vibe, and tea, while giving you everything you will ever need.  Often I come to The Shire completely consumed in my own head. But no matter your mindset the people and the depth of conversation there balance your equilibrium.

I had an intense experience the night that I wrote this following entry.  I remember barely saying a word that night.  While I was experiencing an intensely passive state of mind I was consumed by these theatrical conversations which I gravitated to all throughout the night.  I had been demanding a lot of myself that week to answer the unanswerable questions, but rather all these questions without answers merely required a perspective.  These perspectives were expressed to me at what it seemed as such a natural time.  But what made me experience this was the power of letting go and listening.  Something which I have struggled to do in the past.

I wrote this on the way home:

The Shire Tea House: a night of unfathomable experience and timeless universal communication driven by the intuitive understanding of when to move on.

Everything fades to black,
I can finally relax,
The thought of letting go,
is so seductive.

Fuck all the self-doubt,
Just fly in spirit,
In the spirit of doing,
Doing what it is that you are meant to do.

Shut up and listen,
Only until you do this,
Will you be able to defeat judgment,
And begin to learn.

So much truth was spoken to me,
Wisdom which has no absolute context,
Wisdom inspired from the experience,
Of freedom from societal oppression.

A love so strong that it convinced me,
That our world is changing,
The spirit of greater consciousness,
The spirit of what is fun.

One must begin to listen to the dead,
Especially those who are termed as being dead from society,
The ones who have been told that they’re no good,
These ones are always the best ones.

The space you are in gives ones self the time to grow and accept your experience. Seek this experience, as you will let go and let wisdom endure a lifetime.

The strange way or state of mind that does not let things exist and be observed as how they truly are will suck you under and destroy your consciousness.

The feelings of non existence maybe so, however, the aspects that come in this fairytale can not be ignored as they are powerful and worth believing in.

All things do indeed exist but only within the greater illusion of life. We are merely finding a way within illusion.

This understanding becomes important for our own clarity and place within illusion. Letting go is the most beautiful experience and quite possibly my first true experience ever.

No more nothing
No more holding back
No more dreadful seriousness
No more false fear in illusion
More love and friendship

The Shire Tea House: a night of unfathomable experience and timeless universal communication driven by intuitive understanding of when to move on. As you should always trust your feelings for when it is time to move on. Moving on comes with consequences but living requires a strong sense of self who is able to prevail through this illusion of powerful uncertainty.

Jordan — or — Jacob the leader of the ringed ladder which one can hold on to if they desire an outcome created by society.

OR they can simply let go into the abis of self-creation.

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Canvassed Life

For the world is a piece of art,
There are many painters,
I too am a painter,
Therefore I will work my brush,
As the way to power,
Is your will to paint.

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When we creep on the floor,
I love you ever more,
Eyes shut darkness comes,
anti-werewolf has to run.

To flee the vampire woman,
To flee the vampire woman,

So I ran out her door,
blood was fresh on the floor,
She tried to posses me,
I’d rather remain free,

To flee the vampire woman,
To flee the vampire woman,
I gotta go even though your good lookin,
I gotta leave.

Fear is in my blood,
It drains all the love,
the anti-warewolf syndrome,
Free I once was,

To be me, me, just me,
Now I got you in side of me,
and its hard…
real hard to feel free,

The battle exists lets face it,
The battle exists two faces,
Always happy then sad,
I’m tired

So I sleep real deep,

Real deep I sleep

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Night animals

The Owl is a dark ball in the backdrop of night.
No it does not cry.
But it hoots to the Possum who has established his life on a powerline.

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The road side

Here it comes for me. The car roaring from the depths of evil. Destined to take my vulnerable limbs. Destined to put me further in a life of misery and beauty. Can I still write? If not, I can continue to dream? If not, I can finally die. Must our dreams continue to paint such beauty so effortlessly? The car just passed me by.

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Dear you,

I wish to declare our friendship. So we can share more with each other through joy, honesty, and disagreement. Two friends sharing the experience of what it is to live. Duration of ones life does not simply reflect wisdom but rather there perception of life and self-reality. Wisdom is discovered through self reality and understood by letting go of that reality. Like wisdom, friendship is the deception of connectivity that can be brought about by letting go of all which you had held in such importance. Whether it be status, wealth, and children or for myself hopelessness, self-hypocrisy, and seriousness. For I love you and I hope that who we are and what we will seemingly become should be defined through the true essence of purity. For purity is nothingness. A life can only be lived and never planned nor can it fit into any concept of what is most desirable. You are a bright star, continue to burn until your spirit is overcome and vanishes.

Love me.

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