tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885052554371692372024-02-19T20:29:34.499+10:00Miss BanksROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-30522974961941765452023-11-30T19:27:00.000+10:002023-11-30T19:27:16.572+10:00Seasons of Bernard<p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>I love my Bernard King and his seasonal cook books. I only had the Winter one for many years until my good friend Jane sourced the four seasons from Ebay and gifted them to me. I display each of his seasonal cookbooks on my cookbook stand as the seasons change. He is a welcoming friendly face I see every day in my kitchen urging me on to gastronomical heights of cooking excellence! </p><p><br /></p><p>Bernards linguistic talents when describeing a cooks abilities or lack there of in the kitchen, with is machine gun superlatives, will both inspire and intimidate the best cooks in town. Be warned, those more modern types who find themselves easily triggered may find Bernard's descriptions and use of the old 70s loose speak a bit confronting but maybe they need loosening up so gift one to a friend like this and insist on them reading it front to back cover! </p><p><br /></p><p>Note all his recipes end with Bernard which ensured that he is mentioned when anyone asked for the name of the dish being served, which is both Cavalier and a very clever marketing copyright tool. Simply fabulous Bernard King! š¾šā¤ļøšš»</p>ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-23179583712341531172020-10-02T12:46:00.002+10:002020-10-02T13:21:47.030+10:00 DANNY BOY.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhCSVMw2rHDXcSeZFSoWmu_riveB2GUJ6iRpKzWu7Bki7_rSoHDyYH63we3oG63svp5xUSpdKKcJ-PN5RFSQ1EbDJ0S8uDWv_1Tbw9XasUY-gPLjiPzCytptSp93iIT1kEtN7zPsht5Vw/s960/samsung+411.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="688" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhCSVMw2rHDXcSeZFSoWmu_riveB2GUJ6iRpKzWu7Bki7_rSoHDyYH63we3oG63svp5xUSpdKKcJ-PN5RFSQ1EbDJ0S8uDWv_1Tbw9XasUY-gPLjiPzCytptSp93iIT1kEtN7zPsht5Vw/s320/samsung+411.jpg" /></a></i></div><i><br /></i><p></p><p>My beautiful boy called Danny,</p><p>You are my life and joy.</p><p>When the time comes that you are called to leave me,</p><p>My heart will be sad and torn. </p><p>Please stay by my side for as long as the universe allows,</p><p>And give me as much time as I can have,</p><p>To love you and hug you and drive around town.</p><p>I know you're heart is struggling to beat without prescription help,</p><p>But I promise I will look after you and nurse you,</p><p>Until your very last breath.</p><p>And when you have left this mortal soil,</p><p>To play with fur babies on the other side.</p><p>Just know that I will be waiting there at the rainbow bridge,</p><p>When it is also my time and tide.<br /><br /></p><p>You will see me there with a smile on my face,</p><p>And we will run to each other again.</p><p>Around us will be all of my fur babies,</p><p>from before you were even mine.</p><p>And once again we will all be together once more,</p><p>Until the end of time. </p><p><br /></p><p>Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 4/10/2020.</p><p><br /></p>ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-71617546683822981752016-02-17T16:48:00.001+10:002016-02-18T10:32:01.511+10:00EULOGY FOR TERRY BOURKE (Pinaroo Crematorium Chapel, 18/2/2016 at 2.pm)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOXW3sKPuNoKrVCu9ATFtqmdZOUUno8dHmOkbEkdEmuz_a1a8nul1zPo7-1ma0XROgQrPq5tPey660d_Db3sWGmlvj4G1bjWN60HmBv84IAN8qRjB_iLNhNipKBbzIdjwxfAhy_p0CqvaN/s1600/1779334_10152280874669122_1824577461_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOXW3sKPuNoKrVCu9ATFtqmdZOUUno8dHmOkbEkdEmuz_a1a8nul1zPo7-1ma0XROgQrPq5tPey660d_Db3sWGmlvj4G1bjWN60HmBv84IAN8qRjB_iLNhNipKBbzIdjwxfAhy_p0CqvaN/s1600/1779334_10152280874669122_1824577461_n.jpg" /></a><i style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', serif; line-height: 19.32px;"><b><span style="color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;"><i style="background-color: white;"><b><span style="color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;">My dear friend and neighbor Terry James Bourke,</span><span style="color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;"> </span></b><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #141823; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>you will not be forgotten. Your love of a bygone era was music to my soul and took me back to a past life that only kindred spirits understand... Thank you for reminding me of a time when life seemed more carefree and</b></span><span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b> simpler, a time when music had a story that took you to a better place even if it was song about the blues...You loved the 20's and 30's and 40's, the past in general and you were an old soul who yearned for another era..</b></span></span></span><b><span style="color: #141823; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; line-height: 19.32px;"> </span><span style="color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;">How I loved your retro art deco bygone era home....it was like stepping into another time...I always felt that you were an old soul and I thought of the 1920's and 30's when I was around you. You had that old fashioned way about you, refined and well spoken. You were a gentlemen who I could easily picture in a stetson hat and a pin striped suit, opening the car door for me before we drove off to some speak easy bar selling sly grog with jazz playing in the background. </span><span style="color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;">This was your era and I am sure it resonated with you from a past life..</span></b></i></span></b></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; line-height: 19.32px;"><b>Terry Bourke you were a beautiful but troubled soul who has left us too soon. I know you wanted to stay but you were called to go to that other place where peace awaits. A place far away from your troubles and pain..I know life was starting to get tough again and I just know your in a better place looking down on us all saying it's Ok.. You have left so much of youself with us, your in our memories, your art and the music you left behind. A gift for all of us here and for those who come along in the future times. I will miss hearing you play your piano on the weekends and not having it beautifully permeating the air and travelling through the car park to my window. It was the sound of a time gone by, when so many houses emitted this haunting tone while people played to relax them from their days. It really warmed my heart to wander out to the garden or potter around the house with the tinkling of the piano in the background...</b></span></span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i style="background-color: white;"><b><span style="color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;"><br /></span></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i style="background-color: white;"><b><span style="color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;">Your music will be floating into space forever, every sound from earth leaves the planet and continues into the universe for eternity, and that is a fact....... I only recently found out that you were only taught the organ as a child, what</span><span style="color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;"> a talent to have no formal piano training and teach yourself</span><span style="color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;"> ... No training required with a gifted musician such as yourself and I don't think I ever saw you use sheet music...Thank you for these gifts for all future generations to discover on the internet via youtube... The life of a creative artist can be difficult and sometimes your life left you struggling, but struggle no more Terry and play on while you fly to the stars...</span></b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;">There was never a time that we saw each other that you didn't say how much you loved me singing the song "IF"... and you proudly told me how you had added it to your google account and wrote how much you loved it.. I promise I will do as you wanted me to do and get back into my singing.. Fly free now hon and forget about the pain and suffering. Thank you again for the CD of you playing the piano, your debut album, "Hippo Beautiful". I am so grateful that I will have it on those days when I again want to here your beautiful Piano playing in the background of my day...Rest In Peace Terry Bourke..xxx</span></i></span></b>ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-52789822429395493052015-09-17T09:36:00.000+10:002016-02-17T17:38:46.750+10:00WATER.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbGJiQ_pet5I0Tr8TbhPYs1-lFPzy4MCJPX0cx7MczcQCwAAiykbzgbc_6LiUPSDUMvWzeV5PFXrLNtRmYboZBU0oc-16El9mWsFW0jPet-U8MGA7xvcNuHYGSaZ_ztBDYHRVr9Rf64gtz/s1600/167059_139879809406380_138403559554005_256842_3528562_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605827439705446114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbGJiQ_pet5I0Tr8TbhPYs1-lFPzy4MCJPX0cx7MczcQCwAAiykbzgbc_6LiUPSDUMvWzeV5PFXrLNtRmYboZBU0oc-16El9mWsFW0jPet-U8MGA7xvcNuHYGSaZ_ztBDYHRVr9Rf64gtz/s400/167059_139879809406380_138403559554005_256842_3528562_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 239px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Long ago now,<br />
The days of our want for water.<br />
Cracked earth parched begging wet mercy,<br />
Clouds passing offering burlesque.<br />
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Days travelled fearing worst outcome,<br />
Sharp at both ends of the stick.<br />
Wishing for thunders clap,<br />
Suspense filled fear takes hold.<br />
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Preservation timed showers,<br />
Gardens left dying for hose.<br />
River without liquid to waste,<br />
City thirsty for dam quenching future.<br />
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Planning with desperate haste,<br />
Fearing the worst brought us there.<br />
Grey sky legion with no time to waste,<br />
Saviour came rushing down drains.<br />
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More of the same brings gradual change,<br />
Giving the promise of green.<br />
Tables turn sweetly as surely they do,<br />
Count all the years as they pass.<br />
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Fated promise of things to come,<br />
Monsoon brings reverse of the tide.<br />
Heaven Bursting with tears unrelenting,<br />
Torrential clouds inundate us to hell.<br />
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Snakelike waterway swollen with drink,<br />
Heaves under pressure then breaks.<br />
Gushing elements and people on flight,<br />
Scurry to save and engulf.<br />
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Eerie silence interrupted by car alarms,<br />
Slowly the takeover begins its grip.<br />
Desolate wastelands of waterlogged hope,<br />
Nature claims back what we took.<br />
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Failed recognition of where we all stand,<br />
Teach us the lessons we're tought.<br />
Force of distruction seeks our revenge,<br />
And warriors of mud lend their hands.<br />
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Dust settles on sun rise and sun set,<br />
Calm returns and hope surrounds.<br />
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Mixed blessing is the gift we call water.<br />
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Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2011.ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-70863640867864376452013-08-21T18:46:00.000+10:002013-08-21T19:01:50.813+10:00Broken Heartless<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What becomes of the broken heartless, weaving thier way to your broken dreams. Fancy free footed, feeling well healed. Flightless game hearts are eaten, consumed at every meal. Traps for fools wanting beliefs, loves tormentor gains easy access and removes your every door. A key to the lock that seems to fit, is given away freely and all at once he has his way. Told of tales of false found desire, desires to brighten your day. Antisipating needs that lighten your low, dark seated highs brings only cloak-giver. Cold deficiet hands and butler serves crow, plate up sour meal of twisted black carcus. Place it up on table, pressed linen and refined silver dreams. Seated alone in desert with desert flowers, while the dream is lost at sea. He won't be there to save you, his serving days are done. Next ship for him is ariving and where there was two now there is one. Wine poured in glass has soured, the taste is of times yet to come. The glass bought with love now is poisoned, and the flowers in vase start to rot. If love was a lie when it started, the truth finally lies in its end. All of your efforts to save it, Some broken hearts never mend. The oddest of couples are left wanting, and their bark is falling from trees. So what you gave you give away, and what you take you took today.
Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker 2013. </div>
ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-85132798224238321932012-11-27T11:46:00.002+10:002012-11-27T11:46:27.617+10:00The Culture Of Death<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As observations go this one is possibly going to hit some of you with a big "Yeah Whatever, who cares" factor attached to it, but you should be concerned. Why is our society so heavily immersing itself in the topic of death? Every year our TV screens are collecting an ever increasing amount of death wallowing murder mystery shows that sometimes even subtly celebrate the criminal ability. At this rate all we will be viewing soon is weight loss self loathing and hollow headed look at me reality TV, murder mysteries, game shows and just enough childrenās viewing time slots to make it permissible for a network to continue without confrontation. News and documentaries fill the other gaps and with the ever biased news networks ensuring we predominantly receive terror based run for the hills reporting, one need not turn to CSI for a daily dose of fear. We are sometimes told that our thoughts can create our reality and I wonder if the push to fill our down times with this sort of TV viewing is possibly why we are heading down a path of no return. <br />
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The powers that be, especially the ones who come to dictate to other countries the meaning of terrorism, have in my opinion an agenda for mass fear based living. Australians in the past have recoiled in embarrassment at what we perceived as our unsophisticated cultural behaviour and raced at all costs to emulate a culture that promised us what we thought we needed. Unhealthy excess in all forms has arrived here in the last 30 years and in many ways some of us have come to realize the pitfalls of the imperialistic con we have been sold. Now in many ways we seem like just an out-post for a country that has imported a way of life that seems very obsessed with death and a lifestyle that ensures its speedy arrival. <br />
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And while on the topic of observation, why are we are all of a sudden being bombarded with life insurance advertising? Or should it be death insurance advertising? This is more fear mongering on a constant basis, brain washing us into the terror machine of death and the āwhat ifsā that surround it. Why at this juncture of history is it so important to pile money into these agencies that promise to save your family from destruction if you pass away suddenly? It was only about 12 years ago that I noticed the start of proactive advertising about funeral insurance from one or two companies and now every second ad is encouraging us to ensure our life against death, imploring us to realize the error of not addressing this pitfall. It's just a thought, but how would you make heaps of money out of the masses with insider trading information that only those in powerful positions know about, that involves taking money off people for insurance that their families may not ever be able to collect? Let's hope that what is on the way is not the answer to the cultural reality in question. <br />
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Copyright Ā© Robyn Whittaker. 2012 ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-42922430663353380722012-02-22T14:53:00.001+10:002012-02-22T14:53:56.225+10:00Only You, by Banksy.wmv<iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/USAKwOiWYpw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-91537636256920478732012-02-22T14:53:00.000+10:002012-02-22T14:53:21.404+10:00IF, Cover by Banksy<iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qt8A-BLG7m0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-90162978096357797192012-02-22T14:50:00.000+10:002012-02-22T14:50:22.026+10:00Everything I Own, Crescendo Remix Cover, By Banksy<iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G3da00z1tqo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-71765272831562222862012-02-22T14:47:00.000+10:002012-02-22T14:47:02.016+10:00Everything I Own, Cover by Banksy.wmv<iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/erVbvzaAuJw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-3028821808707353452012-02-19T22:17:00.006+10:002012-02-19T22:29:39.098+10:00Personal Declaration.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RjD-Jx0D8JIMyWS-8_X0KCVsXTuwWy4h3PbJmZy4XLGHDj6tn2FDjGtxP5mC5p-gzWtE6LXfQoizFjY96kYYgHgFrT9gJpZyomoT3Rv4BEESlgkiGjz3wdEedMMzx2um66DTeJRg45jk/s1600/keefersrose.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710821239630407986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RjD-Jx0D8JIMyWS-8_X0KCVsXTuwWy4h3PbJmZy4XLGHDj6tn2FDjGtxP5mC5p-gzWtE6LXfQoizFjY96kYYgHgFrT9gJpZyomoT3Rv4BEESlgkiGjz3wdEedMMzx2um66DTeJRg45jk/s400/keefersrose.gif" /></a>I am going to give it my best effort to do what I have to do in life to make me happy while<br /><br /><div>remembering to help others to feel happy as well. </div><br /><div>I will try to not concern myself with what others think about what I am doing or whether or not they agree and just focus on the fact that what I am doing is worthwhile. </div><br /><div>As long as what I am doing is legal, safe and harmless to myself and others, it is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">OK</span> and in no need of validation by anyone but myself. </div><br /><div>A gift to myself and If others gain joy from what I do, that is just a bonus. </div><br /><div>I will also ensure I take time to enjoy the beauty that others create in this world without forgetting to stop to admire their roses as well. </div><br /><br /><div>Copyright (C) Robyn Whittaker. 2012. </div>ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-66799351499506131052012-02-19T17:31:00.004+10:002012-02-19T19:20:10.103+10:00A BOOK CALLED FACE.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgrNFukeMng55_C-5Lf8d3VednT_irGgGCpD9GL3vmhT7pEtZcavtSjybFpybgjo1iUf_3ckyhzDAyuns-wnXjJlGsgbv0cbW5NxODtQXBk26ddwZO0P2MyjY2p07j3lHRK7yec5bSbSbN/s1600/Empty_book_cover.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710773154532038514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgrNFukeMng55_C-5Lf8d3VednT_irGgGCpD9GL3vmhT7pEtZcavtSjybFpybgjo1iUf_3ckyhzDAyuns-wnXjJlGsgbv0cbW5NxODtQXBk26ddwZO0P2MyjY2p07j3lHRK7yec5bSbSbN/s400/Empty_book_cover.jpg" /></a>Are we all becoming a legion of social networking followers that have been seduced by the promise of constant feedback on our every thought and action on a daily basis? In our quest to connect through wires, keyboards and screens I wonder if we are losing some of the opportunities for face to face interaction and old fashioned togetherness. The temptation to neglect physical interactions may take over for some, owing to a lack of necessity, if too much time is spent Internet sharing what was once saved for our get together conversations. So many of us over share to the point that when we do meet up there is little left to tell and what is left to say when all has been said. It becomes just a rehash of the news that was reported in an update an hour before we meet. And though it does give us a thrill that the other already knows about our news, it is like constantly feeding information into our own personal gossip rag while totally disregarding the virtues that come from keeping a little bit of mystery.<br /><br />After a few years of passionate input and over sharing, I have found myself avoiding this medium in favour of internalized reflection. Maybe like others who I have heard are curbing these activities, my online presence is evolving. It is easy see how one can be seduced into the desire to over share when receiving the almost instant gratification of being noticed, liked and loved. I think back to words I have written and the words of others I have read and it becomes clear that some of our statements are deliberately reaction based. A rush of satisfaction that someone somewhere at any given time liked or commented on something we felt was in need of notice. It is indeed obvious that some are more addicted to this feedback than others. Everyone wants to be understood and we all have a yearning to belong to a group that shares our hopes and dreams while sharing togetherness.<br /><br />We hear of the rules recommended with this sort of online interaction and some of us adhere to them and follow. I engaged in this world with a healthy dose of caution at first, but in time the waters felt safer. I dared to swim with little regard for the sharks that bite with lexicon and found that some of the followers were not really friends and are just there to feed off your story. It is indeed a dangerous endeavour to make public what in any other age would have been left unsaid unless in the audience of family and confidante close friends. In any arena it is wise to remember the pitfalls that can come from not guarding our private cards and keeping them close to the chest. Because honesty is good but not always your friend and though it can be fun, it is wise to remember that life online is also based on the game.<br /><br /><br />Copyright Ā© Robyn Whittaker. 2012.ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-9554740891748817622012-01-15T15:21:00.001+10:002012-01-15T15:26:14.990+10:00A LOVE THAT DOES SPEAK ITS NAME<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUCB58kHtFKRbu_J9A7nHvWvEos2JK82qGLh3L4g4TXULnLAm0Tfr1lBOuw7qv09OL1-1p68t9iw3wTGMwycKH4dhAw6pMailRBm6E0MPvIorpgwkfiYa6yxOZhGamSUqsAoMCHgcnLI5/s1600/IMG_6420.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697725767053624738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUCB58kHtFKRbu_J9A7nHvWvEos2JK82qGLh3L4g4TXULnLAm0Tfr1lBOuw7qv09OL1-1p68t9iw3wTGMwycKH4dhAw6pMailRBm6E0MPvIorpgwkfiYa6yxOZhGamSUqsAoMCHgcnLI5/s400/IMG_6420.JPG" /></a>As another year begins we dust off our hopes and dreams and sprinkle them with just enough faith to get us through the rest of it. Some great achievements were realized last year amongst our crew, individually and collectively, and now we are one more step closer to equality. Civil unions for our community in Queensland are now a reality and though it is one step toward a goal, it will only be a matter of time before we are granted the right to legally marry the ones we love in all areas of this country. It is a tide that will not turn in the favour of those that wish us to stay behind the pack, begging for the crumbs of a marriage loaf that most have taken for granted for years. One only need exchange the gay community for another minority into the debate about marriage rights, whether it creed or colour of skin, and the bigger picture emerges. It then becomes clear that no other minority would be expected to accept anything less than equal rights and to deny anyone these rights is discrimination in black and white.<br /><br />When will those in power stop fooling each other that this is not the case and start to face the facts. Just because it is not your personal preference does not mean you have the right to disempower a minority and dictate the terms of their partnerships. Equality is about treating all humans with dignity and respect, providing equal rights for all regardless of sexuality or gender and not about mans ongoing whatās next obsessional fear of burning in hell. Believe what you want to believe and find happiness in what you will, but do not disguise oppression of another in sanctimonious religious beliefs that benefit some, but if sanctioned too heavily ultimately denigrate and legally oppress others.<br /><br />The sky will not fall if the gay community are granted the right to marry as has been proven in other places in the world. They came to their senses and realized the stupidity and stubbornness of outdated beliefs under pinning laws that hinder the happiness of others, and so too will those holding the keys in this country. The day is coming when it will be impossible to continue with the lie that some are more worthy than others to celebrate and legally bind their love, and the walls will continue to crumble brick by brick until we reach equality.<br /><br />Apart from everything else, the financial windfall for those counting the coin that is generated from uniting a couple would be incredible and the wedding gift registers alone would surely leave them spinning. They only need consider just how extravagantly some in our community celebrate a big day, and you will witness the whole wedding industry on mass heading to Canberra to heavily lobby the change. A change that will bring equality for those with a love that does speak its name, who loudly demands the right to register it.<br /><br /><br />Copyright Ā© Robyn Whittaker. 2011.ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-26979482293170941092011-12-16T11:22:00.001+10:002011-12-16T11:36:29.753+10:00THE ORCHARD OF HAPPY FRUIT.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyuwQ0oEdKg9PA-kJLgo-yNLv0_GAItFJWQborQ22mHpTa3_0N3UXBMkEL4ktxGDAnsJi4wXke_d67M73QMtq2ENBQFZnEQzh6wCbJHhi7pRI8t8G-vWrC4pkl4_3B_SC086PcvBz6i55/s1600/apple-orchard.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686533937274042674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyuwQ0oEdKg9PA-kJLgo-yNLv0_GAItFJWQborQ22mHpTa3_0N3UXBMkEL4ktxGDAnsJi4wXke_d67M73QMtq2ENBQFZnEQzh6wCbJHhi7pRI8t8G-vWrC4pkl4_3B_SC086PcvBz6i55/s400/apple-orchard.jpg" /></a>For the first time in my whole life, I can actually say with all honesty I am starting to understand what happiness is in all its glory and I am learning daily the skills and the art of keeping it. I have suffered over the years with many bouts of depression and a feeling of unhappy hopelessness and have only recently re-emerged from my last sojourn into that land of barren dry and desolate despair, constantly covered with dark clouds that tease with promise of release but void of replenishing rains. Part of the secret to finding, keeping and building your inner happy, is giving it freely to others, because what you give out comes back to you in time. Every seed of this type with the water of your hope filled tears will grow, maybe not as quick as you want to see these results, but grow it will. And in time from those desolate plains of barren earth you will produce a tree filled with the fruits of your love, and those that deserve your fruit will sit with you and enjoy the offerings of your happiness. Before you know it, those around you will see your tree and want to plant one too and so on and so on until the desert that once surrounded you will transform into an orchard for the family and friends you love.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, part of this process is learning who to keep and who to leave well alone, to go off and walk their path with or without you. You can only try and be there for people, if they arenāt right for you and grate on your happy nerve, send them packing to find their own plot of land and learn to till its soil.<br /><br />Too many times I was on auto pilot being Miss Florence Nightingale helping anyone and everyone all the while forgetting that to really be effective in helping and supporting others, you first need to help yourself and love your self unconditionally and be your own best friend. It has taken me a long time to put all of those pieces together and we never stop learning and like all human beings, I also am not perfect. The only way to rise above those less than wise choices both from the past or new ones on the way, is to never live in regret over them and just try to accept that we are the end result of every choice we make and can always try to do better next time.<br /><br /><br />Copyright Ā© Robyn Whittaker. 2011.ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-12659019699536256802011-12-16T10:46:00.004+10:002011-12-16T11:17:27.604+10:00TAKING YOUR POWER BACK!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiaG383N601CP7Xn3lD3ART8ImwBEQNZUc5HomlhUAdzZZeqNjfdX0xQXWP1V5r_2D6Y03CCjt4UISk9Tp7qJb0ZuFHXStRwKUvzeUCoQ4zGnC-BLEPPcF3_U11bld44canAS6K7zX4pTi/s1600/168158_10150139129598185_64655903184_7663530_4296235_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686528483844634850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiaG383N601CP7Xn3lD3ART8ImwBEQNZUc5HomlhUAdzZZeqNjfdX0xQXWP1V5r_2D6Y03CCjt4UISk9Tp7qJb0ZuFHXStRwKUvzeUCoQ4zGnC-BLEPPcF3_U11bld44canAS6K7zX4pTi/s400/168158_10150139129598185_64655903184_7663530_4296235_n.jpg" /></a>What does it mean to be free in a world that is increasingly becoming a policed existence, of moral judgment chosen for the many by the ruling few? How many of our civil liberties will fall by the wayside in the quest to placate perceived government desire to safeguard us against the terror from out there. We all know deep in our soulās right from wrong, but for the growing majority we look to others to be our guide and compass on how to live and what to do. Continually being fed a diet of lies and deceit, prevents most from waking from a dream state wonder lust for a lifestyle that for many will always be out of reach. Every day we rise from our beds and prepare ourselves for the treadmill that is our life, never questioning the state of play that has left many of us in debt and in a constant state of trying to catch up. Unless you have been lucky enough to win big or come from old money, your chances of getting ahead are slim, and that is just the way the powers that be want it to stay.<br /><br /><div>Yes I do believe in positive values and thoughts and I know all too well that they can indeed get you far, but I am also a realist and it would be remiss of me to act like an ostrich in this world of plenty for only the few. It is becoming apparent to me that things are not quite as they seem and if we are to bring about a change for the better, we must resist the constant Schism we are fed. Schism for those who are unaware is the negative energy that is created by those in power to keep us trapped in a state of fear and terror. Every other day another show about crime and murder hits our TV screens. Doctored media teamed with the constant rolling coverage of bad news we are encouraged to consume on a daily basis, all create Schism. Have you noticed that the ones that have appointed themselves to protect our world are also the ones feeding this negative machine? </div><br /><div>Change your treadmill and refuse to be a part of the status quo you have been sold and stop being a slave to the ones who wish to control you. Go to work and live your life while focusing on good thoughts and feelings, and if getting that thing you think will make you happy leaves you trapped in repayment hell, leave it on the shelf. Watch the box selectively and the entertainment it brings, remembering its purpose is to sell you a life you are told you need as well as the food you are encouraged to buy for the families you feed. </div><br /><div>You are beautiful beings and more so for being born into this wonderful LGBT community, a community that has taken pride in being different from the rest. Choose a calmer life and beware of the deliberate energy trap called stress and take your power back.</div><br /><div>Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker 2011.</div>ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-77967369747445062222011-07-29T14:21:00.004+10:002011-07-29T16:39:25.423+10:00DON'T WORRY!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Ab1ioBweV4p-xaYOKxMyHIMqk2ofKObVNFtQ8X5QQb1iTUgqLTA-LK9fsvh1Y92pz8DU2zk13cpEs4MNDr3HwR7tlT7t9UmWitvtizn2LZeiybPhrIL7IUMBu7jRFi9HEylGERCDDFLK/s1600/103_0641.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634630104597246002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Ab1ioBweV4p-xaYOKxMyHIMqk2ofKObVNFtQ8X5QQb1iTUgqLTA-LK9fsvh1Y92pz8DU2zk13cpEs4MNDr3HwR7tlT7t9UmWitvtizn2LZeiybPhrIL7IUMBu7jRFi9HEylGERCDDFLK/s400/103_0641.JPG" /></a><br />For the first time in my whole life, I can actually say with all honesty I am starting to understand what happiness is in all it's glory and am learning daily the skills and the art of keeping it.. I have suffered over the years with many bouts of depression and a feeling of unhappy hopelessness and am only recently re-emerged from my last sojourn into that land of barren dry and desolate despair, constantly covered with dark clouds that tease with promise of release but void of replenishing rains. Part of the secret to finding, keeping and building your inner happy, is giving it freely to others, because what you give out comes back to you in time. Every seed of this type with the water of your hope filled tears will grow, maybe not as quick as you want to see these results, but grow it will. And in time from those desolate plains of barren earth you will produce a tree filled with the fruits of your love, and those that deserve your fruit will sit with you and enjoy the food of your joy. Before you know it, those around you will see your tree and want to plant one too and so on and so on until the desert that once surrounded you will transform into an orchard for the family and friends you love.<br /><br /><br />Don't get me wrong, part of this process is learning who to keep and who to leave well alone...to go off and find their own path with or without you, you can only try and be there for people, if they ain't right and grate on your happy nerve, send them packing to work it out for themselves and find their own plot of land and learn to till it's soil.<br /><br /><br />Too many times I was on auto pilot being miss Florence Nightingale helping anyone and everyone all the while forgetting that to really be effective in helping and supporting others, you first need to help yourself and love your self unconditionally and be your own best friend....It has taken me a long time to put all of those pieces together and hey I am not perfect, we never stop learning and of course like all us human beings...I make mistakes. The only way to rise above those less than wise choices either from the past or new ones on the way, that will I never regret because they all brought me to who I am today.....Is to just pick yourself up, brush yourself off and try to do better next time.<br /><br /><br />Everyday is a new day and an opportunity to create a better you and a better world. We all have a choice, go with change freely and embrace it or stay stuck in old thoughts, ways and regrets. I choose now to leave the past where it is and make an effort to live in the moment. Nothing will change the past, but we can change the future. Worrying is worthless and finally I am learning to let go of this useless thought process...worrying about things will not change them, it will only make the situation worse, distort your aura and create illness. I used to be so locked up with worry, I grew up with a father who was a worrier, and would worry sometimes if he did not have something to worry about....I say that with the up most of respect for him please be assured, he was one of my teachers/best friend and I adore him and so miss him now that he has passed on. Before he died he said to me almost in a desperate voice while holding my hand...Don't Worry! He died in 2006 and I have experienced post traumatic stress owing to the terror of watching cancer take away my friend, as his main carer it shook me to the core and took a toll on my mind and filled it with sorrow and fear. Part of the problem was also the old issues I had thought were dealt with regarding my childhood and my dad and his illness and the stress surrounding it brought up so many things that I was incapable of dealing with at that time, especially considering I had thought I already had. I am getting therapy for this currently and feel that the trauma from this and my childhood is starting to unlock from my soul...But you know what? The best part is ...I finally get it and what he was trying so desperately to warn me about in his desperate desire to help his child avoid what he realised at the end, contributes to dis-ease, thank you so much dad for this...Only in the last few recent weeks I can hear is voice echo those words of desperate warning, and now after all this time, I have finally heard those words fully and understand exactly what they mean and released the need to worry.<br /><br /><br />I reject worries out of my mind when they try to re-invade my thoughts, and let things and time take care of themselves, because worrying does nothing to change whatever it is of concern.... Just do what you have to, to change or improve what is causing you to begin to stress or at least make small steps toward that end goal...Everything happens in the perfect time and if you trust in the process of time and that it is happening exactly how it is meant to....you no longer feel the need to worry.<br /><br /><br />Every day now I thank my father and the many other teachers in my life. There are too many to name here, Louise Hay was one that helped me turn on my light and I will be forever <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">gratefull</span> to her for this, but a very special and precious teacher in particular is my beautiful mother. The pearls of wisdom that pour from her mind and then her mouth could fill an ocean with wisdom. Mum you are so very special and you know how lost I would be if it were not for you, you are my guiding light and a compass that helps me find my way, finally I am putting your advice into practice and though I still wander from the path you recommend, know that I am doing my best to follow your lead.<br /><br />My siblings have taught me so much as well, as have the beautiful offspring they have given our family and world. Marilyn you are a natural teacher and it has always struck me as something quite magical and interesting that the first and the last child from our family are both dedicated to the love of seeking and imparting wisdom. My version of it is without a degree and as we both know I have shown also a talent for being easily distracted, whilst you were a master of working towards the goal that brought you to your graduation and in my minds eye I still remember the day, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">albiet</span> I was very young! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span>. I have always been in awe of how you seem to effortlessly understand those steps needed to complete your school work and focus until the assignment and task reaches fruition. We had different styles of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">intelegence</span> and possibly A.D.D or maybe my lack of attention span and the land of gender change, led me to the school of the world, but in the end we are both in love with teaching.<br /><br />Renee, I hope you know how special you are to me, and how grateful I am to you for giving me the opportunity to love and care for you as I always was wanted to but my life and life in general got in our way. You have taught me many things as well and I cherish the connection we now have. You were the one I grew up with and spent the most time with as a child. I adore you and am so sorry for any lost time we have experienced for one reason or another. You are a strong incredible woman with five beautiful children, and now they have children as well. Never forget what a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">truely</span> amazing effort you have put into raising these gorgeous human beings, and especially the fact that you succeeded doing this through adversity. I miss you and us as kids, just playing and yes sometimes fighting <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span>, but through it all we survived and thankfully we are now closer than ever. Cut out dolls, mums pattern tin, tea parties with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Terrina</span>, or just dreaming our own dreams while watching a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">glamoures</span> movie, pretending we were that beautiful actress in an old movie on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">sunday</span> TV matinee. So many special memories and I will treasure them always and even though you are my big sister..(well only by 3 years. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span>) I will love you and look after you until the end. I know things get muddled up sometimes but I know that we are going to be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> from now on and feel a sense that we have helped our loved ones find peace. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Thankyou</span> for your open hearted love.<br /><br />I thank dad everyday for the gift of those last words he spoke to me and I now feel a freedom I have never experienced before. Live your life, show gratitude for it and everything that is in it and strive to be happy...And most of all Don't worry, whatever happens happens, try to guide your life positively when and where ever you can, but remember, worrying will only make things worse and drain and take away from your joy.<br /><br /><br />Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2011.ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-15783579718313399862011-05-22T17:18:00.003+10:002011-05-22T17:34:04.421+10:00PRECIOUS GEM<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyxIgF9_cK7L_wnrJG2UrK1U7FwWAGzFwiAitUauZA5JkOO2kDb9meNw_F5EdPXi21gvCrEVwOcS_X85iEZ_SVTebdx4JAtaju71QYuDpdhei73UKt3YVgBBk_rtHMXC9KzIKHWMUS0vl/s1600/Melinda+2.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609439151473337586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyxIgF9_cK7L_wnrJG2UrK1U7FwWAGzFwiAitUauZA5JkOO2kDb9meNw_F5EdPXi21gvCrEVwOcS_X85iEZ_SVTebdx4JAtaju71QYuDpdhei73UKt3YVgBBk_rtHMXC9KzIKHWMUS0vl/s400/Melinda+2.bmp" /></a>Joy is the gift you give with love,<br />With voice to soothe the soul.<br /><br />The musical girl with style and grace,<br />Sings from the heart with golden glow.<br /><br />You are a precious gem on earth,<br />The gods created a goddess.<br /><br />Thanks for the hope you gave my soul,<br />Thanks for the sparkle imparted.<br /><br />And if ever youāre feeling sad and blue,<br />Remember the hearts you've touched,<br /><br />I will never forget that special night,<br />When all my woes seemed mended.<br /><br />All thanks to a girl with a beautiful heart,<br />Whose voice mends hearts that are broken.<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2011<br /></div>ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-21671262743155145942011-05-19T20:57:00.002+10:002011-05-19T21:11:16.910+10:00DESTINY OVER DOUBT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiijtlUKi1f2Gm2u_gtzsbbHr_YpJi759dSqAg0PL8AmCxOJYUdmafDM2HrWFK3GZd-Sx-at2n8k6eZeMK069uoYMhZ3kfG_nm-Fq3UcJuCib_2rlIX-axZtv8tSb7z2jNKA6cvhqOinuK5/s1600/IMG_7420.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608380663847611282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiijtlUKi1f2Gm2u_gtzsbbHr_YpJi759dSqAg0PL8AmCxOJYUdmafDM2HrWFK3GZd-Sx-at2n8k6eZeMK069uoYMhZ3kfG_nm-Fq3UcJuCib_2rlIX-axZtv8tSb7z2jNKA6cvhqOinuK5/s400/IMG_7420.JPG" /></a>Lately I have been feeling very alone and overwhelmed with a feeling of loss. I hope against hope that it is just to do with the death of my old self in readiness for the new, but something in me is not so sure. Recently I have lain awake in bed terrified to fall to sleep, imagining that I may not awake. I thought I was not scared of death, but I am and anyone who says they are not scared of it is indeed putting up a brave front. What a horrible ability it would be to be fully aware of when we will pass on. My greatest fear in regard to this is caught up with a fear of failure and not getting to where I feel I was meant to be and the achievements that are proof of my arrival at this point. I know I will die one day and I am grateful for not knowing the exact time and date of this inevitability. All I ask of the universe is that I am given a little bit more time to do what I know I am meant to do, promising to do it with haste. I realize that I have squandered allot of the time I have been given and have for many years blamed it upon my transgender journey as a way of explaining why I had no energy to fulfill the destiny open to me with the gifts I have been given. I love singing and it is my one true passion, but I am also scared of it and have failed to develop this skill to its full potential. I allowed myself to be lazy and a victim and say that it was ok to neglect it because the voice I have would not be accepted when it is attached to what appears to be female.<br /><br />I am nearly 40 years old and I am over giving myself excuses and I am over allowing others the right to dictate my actions, even if it is my own perceptions of what I think they expect of me. I am going down in a blaze of glory and honesty and those that do not like it will have to get over it and move on. I do not have any time to waste on those who would never accept me anyway and only a fool would enter into any venture expecting total acceptance from everyone. There is always going to be someone who does not agree and what a boring world it would be if we did not question things and all agreed. I am going to come out on top and I am going to find my centre and when I do, the whole world is going to know who I am. So many have told me I am special, but it meant nothing until I believed it too.<br /><br />I know my capabilities and I have dared to realize the extent of my worth, but insecurity can be a bug that eats through the best of a harvest. I will prevail and punch through the boxing ring of insecurity, surfacing to reclaim my destiny over doubt.<br /><br />Copyright Ā© Robyn Whittaker. 2011.ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-30545387552863139932011-05-18T19:43:00.006+10:002011-05-18T20:31:14.851+10:00TRANSITIONS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zWfG1dqxntc7SycgBD2xMc6XPRGXWy4xACXEYQKo9I59JOL73xznMA-m7Y9Zp3HUS4pSPm19Wtdmit3fuy5Kc107Eur1N4AasLUMXkvHQKsFmX2B66eskn-ZySCUUW_gMdvW4ZNQbg0L/s1600/change-architect-sign1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607995849791368322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zWfG1dqxntc7SycgBD2xMc6XPRGXWy4xACXEYQKo9I59JOL73xznMA-m7Y9Zp3HUS4pSPm19Wtdmit3fuy5Kc107Eur1N4AasLUMXkvHQKsFmX2B66eskn-ZySCUUW_gMdvW4ZNQbg0L/s400/change-architect-sign1.jpg" /></a>Life is all about transitions and the ongoing path that leads us to who we become, while leaving behind who we were. No one escapes this ongoing transition and though we for the most part feel like the same person, we are different from the one we were a second ago and so it continues. I have made many changes not unlike all of us do on a moment to moment basis. Unlike most of the populace, I was born into a life that was destined for moments in time that were heavily grounded in major change. It is difficult for all of us to accept change and go through the inevitable growing pains of continual renewal in the process of our human existence, but we go through it whether we like it or not. Some believe it was a choice I made to make the major changes I have to my gender, but as time rolls on I realize that survival was an instinct that inevitable forced my hand. I am who I am and I am the end result of decisions that lead me to the identification of Transgender. Does this fit me? Well of course it does because this is who I am and I will always be the end result of the ongoing realization of this reality. Who really knows who or what they are and where exactly does a label fit on someone who is nothing in particular but everything in general. I have been described as Gender Queer by someone who heard my story and surmised that to not own a gender island is proof that gender fluidity may be the ship that I sail. I am not a woman and I am not a man, I chose femininity over masculinity and I will never regret this choice. But free of regrets is not what I am and I must admit this to myself and sail on until I find a shore that brings me the emotional and mental shelter I yearn for.<br /><br />I have experienced so many amazing moments in my journey punctuated sometimes more than I would have liked with moments of sheer hopelessness and doubt. How can I doubt the decision I made that helped me survive. Even though it was a survival tactic, I would be living in denial if I did not own the sadness of what I sometimes feel I have lost. The person I was always deserves to be remembered and my inner child is indeed a boy not a girl.<br /><br />I know there are those that deny the existence of this part of their history but I never felt the urge to bury the boy I once was. He was a valid and beautiful person and worthy of recognition just like any one else who has graced this planet. I am working through my issues with this loss and at times I feel almost haunted by the person I once was. When do we stop trying to prove that we are legitimately who we are as a defense mechanism against those that are looking for any reason to accuse us of instability, and just celebrate that we are a combination of both. I think it is healthier to accept the past for what it is and rejoice in the fact that yes I was once male. Every transgender person is different from the other, so this is my story and I only speak for myself. I just hope that maybe someone who might have similar feelings will relate and grant themselves the right to be comfortable with a past that is ok to admit to. I don't think I have ever come to terms with this memory and though I have never denied who I was, I allowed myself to feel embarrassment. Who I was when I was called Byron will forever be my history and to deny this is not only self destructive but it is not unlike burying someone close to you and not even bothering to mark the grave with a headstone. The reality is that the person I was has never died; he is with me still and lives on through me like a partner unto myself. I am starting to realize that I would do much better if I learnt to come to terms with this loss while placating an inner child feeling neglect and in the process turn it into a gain. This is my realization and I only advocate that you do what is best for you. I have seen so many transpeople in the past that denied who they were in favour of starting a fresh and wiping out the past.<br /><br />As a transperson I am from the old school of thought and thankfully I can see that this ideal of wiping out the past is being replaced with a new breed who are loudly proclaiming who they were. There is nothing wrong with whatever you choose to do and what is right for you is best. If along your journey you choose to embrace all aspects of your history, more power to you and remember it is sometimes fear of others reactions that stop us from taking this step. It also is a choice born from the belief that this is who we have always been and that is also a very valid position to take. We are all different and it would be wrong to try and recommend any particular path for someone that is part of a collective that encompass such a vast array of different gender realities.<br /><br />For me I realize I am going through a massive flux of change once again and the evolution of my being is open to questioning and going with the flow of the moment. There is nothing worse in my opinion than becoming stagnant and telling myself that this is all I am, and my penchant for analyzing is both a curse and a virtue. I sometimes wish I could just accept an unhappy position and just march forward without questioning the doubts, but I can't. I have an enquiring mind and it comes with an insatiable hunger for finding my intrinsic self. Do we just arrive at different junctures of our lives or ongoing moments and tell ourselves that regardless of my thoughts today, though they are different to the ones I had before, I will ignore them and save myself from fracture. I will continue my quest for my own personal truth and I will go forth and evolve with the process of change that led me to who I am today.<br /><br />Maybe I will stay relatively on the same path or maybe I will break away and incorporate a new facet to my being that is not locked into what I know others expect of me. Sometimes I feel we fall into the danger of not growing for fear that we will lose the person everyone around us has invested in. So many have pondered what could have been at the end of a life and wished that fear had not robbed them of the life that would have indeed brought them closer to who they were meant to be.<br /><br /><br />Copyright Ā© Robyn Whittaker. 2011.ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-3448335876185766632011-05-17T23:33:00.002+10:002011-05-17T23:38:18.738+10:00BEAUTIFUL MISS CONCEPTION 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtBBK6CS-EOFdcOBRw2sPAm_-pXQfprbDNGkA2wMtIrHK-VJke3YW_XPsoZrjCQln5gZF3jxyGzUYBW4YplXJf4PhKCby3G4P3NyBZ6rSzSDk5V88axqy_ypTpuLRDKc7EZfVJWWkQDL9/s1600/DSC00224.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607678877224152050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtBBK6CS-EOFdcOBRw2sPAm_-pXQfprbDNGkA2wMtIrHK-VJke3YW_XPsoZrjCQln5gZF3jxyGzUYBW4YplXJf4PhKCby3G4P3NyBZ6rSzSDk5V88axqy_ypTpuLRDKc7EZfVJWWkQDL9/s400/DSC00224.JPG" /></a>What is an opinion, if it is not backed up by logical thought and fact? The white noise of un-secured thought, let loose on witnessing eyes and those in earshot. Everyone is entitled to them or so we've been told, but beware of the fog that surrounds your world. Opinions constantly pouring from the mouths and keyboards of the masses locked in a pen less technological sword fight. So over soaked with information, the truth invariably gets lost in a sea of false interjections, usually lacking in whit. Lately it must seem that mine are a bit on the heavy side and a tad gloomy, but I promise to find a lighter one for my next installment. Forgive me my indulgence in this theme of warning; thankfully in the distance I still see a rainbow.<br /><br />Our hopes lay with the collective that still hold dear to the best of a past era. The ones that know that to gain the most, we must first give of ourselves. I see so many now that are determined to make front page at any cost and to hell with the consequences and who it hurts in the process. When did we stop teaching our children that what we give out we get back? Cause and affect still rules the world and consequences or not, we will find our way. It is inevitable that we will be forced to see the error of our ways, cherish ourselves, and on all fronts I hope for a kinder and more understanding race. The Titanic sank, and the unsinkable was lost and man was forced to learn from mistakes that were made. And just like that ship, the evolution of mans selfishness will also find the bottom of its ocean. We will in time see that everything has a price and everything finds its centre, and whether we like it or not survival is an instinct the human race cannot escape. D-day is upon us and we wish we still had time to evaluate the misgivings that have been spread across our earth.<br /><br />I will go to my grave knowing that I tried to improve the position of others and help my fellow man, while in the process I learnt to help myself. I also will go to my grave regretting a few things that I allowed myself to fall prey to, including jealousy, anger and misguided pride. I fear that we may never learn what we need to know right now and though many are trying to warn us, few are listening. What an amazing yet incredibly stupid race we are at times, to have so much beauty at our finger tips yet as much destruction as the legacy left in our wake. If all is lost we are and will always be a beautiful miss conception on our creatorsā conscience. Who or what ever created us, must stand in awe of our ability to do the worst thing imaginable to something that I am sure could only ever be seen as a gift. A blue shining gem spinning in space and time, that for a split second in the scheme of things was a hope full bequeath to a human race that at various moments, does not know what it does.<br /><br />Robyn Whittaker. Copyright (c) 2011ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-69139815734022923752011-05-16T21:29:00.016+10:002011-05-17T01:35:32.271+10:00Parental License.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmosw7tcnNJjdiQHh_x0dO8JscbKOrg6NaNGZLNdjo6P0UE2cnNhFGZWvnW_HVr97DFkAptIGtiKUBv1m2VpqLJ0qIvf32UOB3OTNpYkML-WlN8skipajoQdsTcdrCrhMPKnUK-_wvMs51/s1600/pregnant%252520man.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607317389751328498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmosw7tcnNJjdiQHh_x0dO8JscbKOrg6NaNGZLNdjo6P0UE2cnNhFGZWvnW_HVr97DFkAptIGtiKUBv1m2VpqLJ0qIvf32UOB3OTNpYkML-WlN8skipajoQdsTcdrCrhMPKnUK-_wvMs51/s400/pregnant%252520man.jpg" /></a>Heterosexuals of either gender no longer exclusively own the license to being parents and we have learnt that you do not have to be in a conventional arrangement to do a good job of bringing up a child. This is not really a new thing and many children have been brought up very successfully in alternative household arrangements by members of our community in the past. It has been argued that they sometimes do a better job of parenting, compared to the dysfunctional structure of certain families within the wider community. The instances of child abuse and mistreatment in this country prove that having heterosexual parents is no guarantee of a good upbringing. Good parenting does not depend upon the sexuality of the mother or father, and does not require both to be present throughout the Child's upbringing. Believe it or not some seemingly good upright members of our society who appear to be straight and have lovely little families have the reality of either parent indulging in varied sexual practices. Sometimes they even indulge in these practices without the knowledge of the other partner. The statistics of married and apparently straight men frequenting parks and public places to indulge in sexual practices with other men would surely spin the heads of the wives they are attached to. I am sure there would be also many husbands that may be surprised by the reality of closeted desires turned into an experience by their wives when the chance arises. Of course we have been led to believe that the husbands of these women would more likely experience arousal than a shock reaction or a sense of betrayal, but I am sure this is not the rule.<br /><br />We need only use the best qualities of the past era, and none of the moral structures that give society permission to persecute those that they do not understand. The old world moral and value system that saw LGBT communities robbed of their civil rights and bashed to death is not something to look back on with any sentimentality. Mankindās old outdated identity was false to begin with and not grounded in reality. We are now living in a time of inclusive realism and those still grounded in delusion do not want to agree with this reality. The LGBT community have been here since the beginning of time and it is a travesty that it took so long for people to come to terms with us and accept us as a worthwhile and valid reality. I sometimes get the impression that some of our detractors feel like they have been shamed and forced into being decent to our community by the laws that protect us from discrimination. Without them I wonder what would happen and I am sure some continue with hate filled beliefs, not unlike the undercurrent of racism that also still exists behind closed doors with safe company. We as a race have come to realize that what we have considered normal society for centuries has now lost its grounding and fallen into an abyss of new realities, and are no longer relevant.<br /><br />When a person can go out and adopt or artificially inseminate themselves, those old world realities are forced to incorporate the new meaning of what it is to be a family. The world has changed and we need to get used to it and accept that there are so many different realities for what it means to be human or a parent in this new world. Acceptance is about forgetting the excuses that lead us to mistreat those that were deemed less than others and invalid. Always choosing to be open to compassion and the understanding that we are not the same, while embracing the fact that difference is what makes us such a beautiful race. And lastly, who on earth can define for me what exactly is a normal person or family in an ever changing world that is constantly re-defining what is considered normal.<br /><br />Copyright Ā© Robyn Whittaker. 2011.ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-28429078011383587492011-05-16T00:05:00.008+10:002011-05-16T00:46:10.942+10:00Magical Skye.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsJyM7lGN8A-VaHWmgW1eOKpsJ9CyXVjavvPR-GgxCZiKa0oIcIObZfQA1ciNo0VZJytp2NxE7R6hFZUVDTJZV7bsNInC9R-_wjanm9RM9wNWSb4CqiWoayeesd45B1d5y_p58gUESRCFl/s1600/skye+and+tim.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606953973810545602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsJyM7lGN8A-VaHWmgW1eOKpsJ9CyXVjavvPR-GgxCZiKa0oIcIObZfQA1ciNo0VZJytp2NxE7R6hFZUVDTJZV7bsNInC9R-_wjanm9RM9wNWSb4CqiWoayeesd45B1d5y_p58gUESRCFl/s400/skye+and+tim.bmp" /></a>How magical our Skye is,<br />With suns first early rays.<br />Colours ever changing,<br />To give beauty to the days.<br /><br />A marriage made in heaven,<br />The earth will sing rejoice.<br />The elements are her witness,<br />The birdās song gives her voice.<br /><br />The night time gives her diamonds,<br />And a moon so pearly white.<br />May she always grace our daytime,<br />And fill our every night.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. </div></div></div>ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-14082718345845947512011-05-14T22:23:00.018+10:002011-05-19T12:56:08.971+10:00Gender and Sexuality.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3UF2XcmHJ5sATzGjONMOo3wfM06_GGj4ruEHXWggHY8sxBlwScXo6-uWl_6VeIGgxa0kfIc4mu9u8d4RA5X_Hufnq11Od_Mes5VRe_S1KMiGNPeUGMwqsnoY5bsqkYW_P5AQb7TzRQkb/s1600/blank_graph.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606558069130581874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3UF2XcmHJ5sATzGjONMOo3wfM06_GGj4ruEHXWggHY8sxBlwScXo6-uWl_6VeIGgxa0kfIc4mu9u8d4RA5X_Hufnq11Od_Mes5VRe_S1KMiGNPeUGMwqsnoY5bsqkYW_P5AQb7TzRQkb/s400/blank_graph.jpg" /></a>The topic of gender and sexuality can be an interesting and confusing one for those who find it difficult to understand that your gender has nothing to do with who you sleep with. What always needs to be remembered if you find yourself confused about what sexuality a person might be if they are transgender, is that gender does not dictate sexuality. Transgender people can fall anywhere on the sexuality spectrum just like anyone else. The origin of gender and where we end up has no bearing on who you choose to sleep with before, during or after transition. Just because someone was born male and transitions to female does not automatically mean they will partner with men or visa versa. We are not who we sleep with and who you find sexually attractive is up to you, and that is the same for all human beings regardless of gender. Stereo typing does not apply easily to anyone in this day and age, and in my opinion it is a shame that we can all still fall prey to this type of labeling. The modern world is an open playing field and you are who you are, and you are even free to change that if it no longer fits.<br /><br />Tranās people can be gay, straight, or bi, just like anyone else on this planet and it does not devalue the legitimacy of someoneās gender status. Gender and sexual fluidity is a reality we need to come to terms with if we are to ever learn the art of acceptance of our fellow man. As time continues to open our eyes and minds to new ways of accepting reality, I hope we can all be who we feel we are in the moment. Our true intrinsic self, not locked into what others expect us to be or continue to be, a representation of the expression of inner joy.<br /><br />If a woman or man can be bisexual so can a trans-woman or trans-man, and that is their choice and should not confuse anyone who understands that gender is not sexuality. Just because you choose that sexual expression should in no way create confusion, unless people are aligned to stereotypical ideas of gender roles in relation to sexuality. Sections of the wider community seem to have a real problem getting their heads around the concept that we are no different to everyone else when it comes to sexuality, and this need not be so confusing. I understand that some people will never accept us on any level regardless of sexuality and that's a shame, but that is life. There are people who seem to think that if we change our gender we should conform to the most extreme expression of what it is in their minds to be a woman or a man.<br /><br />I remember when I started out that everyone had an opinion on how I should go about my transition and what I was to do if I were to actually be accepted as a "woman". How to dress, how to speak, and so on...Itās all nonsense! We are wiser if we just be who we are without trying to conform to how others lead us to think we should be. What others tell us we need to behave like to be female or male is all stereotyping. It is sometimes advice given out of concern and love, but this advice means little when we live in a world with so many variations of gender expression. You only have to look at those born biologically in the gender they stay with, to realize there are all different sorts of women and men out there. Shock horror, some women never dress femininely or speak with a shrill voice and the same goes for men and the varieties there are for them too. I have met so many different types of people of various genders, and thankfully this opened my eyes and I learnt to relax my own rigid ideas about gender. I let go of the fear that if my voice was not high enough or my clothing not feminine enough, I was somehow not making the grade. I have ongoing issues of nervousness in social settings regarding my appearance and femininity, a fear that I hope one day will leave me for good. For the most part I feel allot more relaxed and even consider myself to be quite tom-boyish, even though I know this is yet another label. I almost never wear skirts or dresses and do not try and self monitor my voice or my actions as I once did. I am also starting to open my own mind to the alternative variations in sexuality, even though it is only in mind and may never materialize as an experience. Regardless of who you are it always pays to keep your mind open, for we never really know where our journey may lead.<br /><br />That is the ongoing mystery we call life.<br /><br />Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2011.ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-52595861814131451462011-05-14T19:14:00.007+10:002011-05-14T19:50:48.843+10:00BREAKING THE SPELL.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJCTWwPFBl_7jQloLb72bXSdKsqHlhnkqxU0G4U17ByQSYaXmWRGA0x_-rcMLuelYOHGNdQSILSJfpVCJtqrHvfdzUeen0WjsZtZ4pbLthlrz2CxgGpDfUzdxZw455FQDBO_YM9LZOq6p7/s1600/subliminal-message.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606507003767958130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJCTWwPFBl_7jQloLb72bXSdKsqHlhnkqxU0G4U17ByQSYaXmWRGA0x_-rcMLuelYOHGNdQSILSJfpVCJtqrHvfdzUeen0WjsZtZ4pbLthlrz2CxgGpDfUzdxZw455FQDBO_YM9LZOq6p7/s400/subliminal-message.png" /></a>What does it mean to be free in a world that is increasingly becoming a policed existence, of moral judgment chosen for the many by the ruling few? How many of our civil liberties will fall by the wayside in the quest to placate perceived government desire to safeguard us against the terror from out there. We all know deep in our soulās right from wrong, but the growing majority look to others to be a guide and compass on how to live and what to do. Continually being fed a diet of lies and deceit, prevents most from waking from a dream state wonder lust for a lifestyle that for many will always be out of reach. Every day we rise from our beds and prepare ourselves for the treadmill that is our life, never questioning the state of play that has left many of us in debt and in a constant state of trying to catch up. Unless you have been lucky enough to win big or come from old money, your chances of getting ahead are slim, and that is just the way the powers that be want it to stay.<br /><br />Yes I do believe in positive values and thoughts and I know all too well that they can indeed get you far, but I am also a realist and it would be remiss of me to act like an ostrich in this world of plenty for only the few. It is becoming apparent to me that things are not quite as they seem and if we are to bring about a change for the better, we must resist the constant Schism energy we are fed. Schism is the negative energy that is generated by those in power to disconnect us from the full magnitude of who we are, by keeping us trapped in a state of fear and terror. Every other day another show about crime and murder hits our TV screens. Doctored media teamed with the constant rolling coverage of bad news we are encouraged to consume on a daily basis, all create Schism. Have you noticed that the ones that have appointed themselves to protect our world are also the ones feeding this negative machine?<br /><br />Change your treadmill and refuse to be a part of the status quo you have been sold and stop being a slave to the ones who wish to control you. Go to work and live your life while focusing on good thoughts and feelings, and if getting that thing you think will make you happy leaves you trapped in repayment hell, leave it on the shelf. Watch the box selectively and the entertainment it brings, remembering its purpose is to sell you a life you are told you need as well as the food you are encouraged to buy for the families you feed.<br /><br />You are beautiful beings and more so for being born into this wonderful LGBT community, a community that has taken pride in being different from the rest. Choose a calmer life and beware of the deliberate energy trap called stress and by all means take your power back.<br /><br />Copyright Ā© Robyn Whittaker. 2011.ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288505255437169237.post-62054241080177954472011-05-11T23:50:00.006+10:002011-05-12T00:18:07.561+10:00POKER FACED JOKER.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AWhCzV_VRGov5ItwtdNWlYMaEd5ij5wpoar18OC-KMpbILDUJO8Julb2bA9KENhfSRtyYFKblOixx3Sq-hlzw_aVZsEbfERvMVKu_7pqnuAVVC2JnU_NQ0ascUBIDiJ9QV6grY7OvlLc/s1600/online-poker.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605461665079145106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AWhCzV_VRGov5ItwtdNWlYMaEd5ij5wpoar18OC-KMpbILDUJO8Julb2bA9KENhfSRtyYFKblOixx3Sq-hlzw_aVZsEbfERvMVKu_7pqnuAVVC2JnU_NQ0ascUBIDiJ9QV6grY7OvlLc/s400/online-poker.jpg" /></a>Visual feasts on fetish for eyes,<br />Stung on the lips by your love.<br /><br />Cold hard stone greets fancy free feet,<br />And again I see a new day without you.<br /><br />No big surprise my life still goes on,<br />A new stage awaits my encore.<br />Freedom from heartache and soul searched remorse,<br />I find you're no latch on my door.<br /><br />Truth of your stature in big scheme of things,<br />A truly false ledger of fake.<br />The poker faced joker with cold face remorse,<br />Leaving in shock and disgrace.<br /><br />Full tilt the dealer,<br />What's left in your hand,<br />Sad lot is dealt as your fate.<br /><br />Though endless your wager,<br />For new chance you wish for,<br />A long time is the lifetime you wait.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2011. </div></div></div>ROBYNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630783535752633901noreply@blogger.com0