Que Sera Sera

The tears and the sadness hit so suddenly
Is it the music I’m playing, bringing forth memories?



Or is it the wishful thinking of things that are too late
Is it that things have changed so much and I feel the loss
Is it hearing from you, knowing we’re so far apart?
It’s me that bought about the changes, me that changed
Is it that I know you hurt, the same as I hurt
But I can’t help that, change brings its own hurt
I don’t know where the tears are coming from
They seemed to come out of nowhere, with a deep sadness
I can’t pretend that it didn’t happen, I can’t go back
We can only go on from here I guess, but different
Life happens and life continues on, taking us with it
Que Sera Sera, whatever will be will be.









Kaz

You think you know me

You think you know me, when you don’t know me at all
I’m a façade, which smiles on the outside
I’m a cauldron of feelings, bubbling over the pot
I’m anger, which wants to destroy her world
I’m sadness, which wants to take away her life
I’m a smile, because that’s what they expect
Good old Kazza, just put her in a box
Throw her away, a rag doll with no use at all
I’m the tears, which people rarely see
I’m loneliness, which wraps me in tentacles, no escape
I’m the one you think you know, but you’ve got me wrong
I’m the one who will surprise you, when you least expect it
The quiet one, put her in a box and hide her away.

Kaz

Just Thinking

Just writing, what will come out I don’t know
Thinking a lot, of things past, the present
How far I’ve come, the courage it has sometimes taken
The feelings I still can’t acknowledge, the child within,
Trust which comes hard for me, always the doubt inside
The losses that come with change, inevitable
University, things I never thought I would do
Hopefully confidence, eventually, in my abilities
Regrets, a lot of those, but nothing I can change
Live with them perhaps, they’re part of the past
I love my home, my dog and my chook,
I love sunshine on a cool day, coffee with friends
I love a good book, too interesting to leave alone
But not wanting to finish it, dragging it out in the end
I love Australia, my patriotism knows no bounds
I love that I knew my Granddad; he’s still in my heart
I love wandering the markets, lots of interesting things
I love the smell of fresh mown lawn, of rain after a long dry
Rambling now, but its fun, gentle thinking in my mind
Meandering in my mind, like a gentle winding river
I can hear noises from the TV, my dog wanting attention
I can hear a train in the distance, a car revving up
I’m mellow, just going with the moment, fingers tapping on the keyboard
I’ve come to the end now, of my meandering mind walking chatter
The end.




Kaz

Inventiveness

A friend and I have been studying together the last few days and got to talking about how we could pass the exams with a little bit of inventiveness!! Not cheating – inventiveness. I do like that word. Our imaginations were working overtime and here are some of the ideas we came up with:

A tiny little tape recorder that fits into the ear like an earplug or hearing aid. It connects to an earring that turns it off and on.

Being able to write on the insides of the eyelid so we can pretend we are shutting our eyes and thinking but in reality we’re reading our notes.

A pen that has a little video in it on which is recorded our notes and it just keeps playing while we’re writing.

A pencil case that has a hidden panel that only pops out when the viewer wants it too and has a little video screen on it that plays tiny little videos of our notes.

I love the imagination – it can come up with all sorts of delightful ideas. Does anyone have anything to add to our list?




Kaz

Roses suggests:

A pen with an inbuilt automatic spell check?
Or linking up (umm, mentally or psych-ic-ly) with a genius during the hours of exam time? Or, wearing glasses that look like normal glasses on the outside but on the inside they have a screen that is thought provoked and can access data via satelite from any where in the known universe.

Kahless suggests:

I'd go for hypnosis. Hypnotise everyone so they dont notice that you have bought your notes in with you.

Rosymosie says:

I reckon an invisible genie on my shoulder who has done all the study for me, and then just sits there and gives me the answers !!

The Box Part 2

There’s a box, sitting in the corner
Long forgotten, dust sprinkling the top
Waiting for discovery, for the magic within
As the top is slowly pulled apart, dust scattering
A spark flies through the air, the contents alive
Two children laugh with pure delight, enchanted
As the contents seem to develop a life of their own
A cape, rich blue in colour, stars scattered throughout
Is pulled from the very depths, shimmering in the light
A man, tall and dark haired, bows down low
The cape now perched on his shoulders, tall hat on his head
With a flourish he reaches into the box, eyes twinkling
What treasure to produce, children giggling with anticipation
A bright coloured rainbow seems to shimmer in the air
Children’s eyes wide, as colours blend into bright lights
Balloons drift towards the ceiling, as a carousel bobs past
Fairy floss appears, the smell of toffee apples floats along
A dove flies through the air and a rabbit comes from nowhere
The box seems to almost be moving, doing a dance on the spot
As light pours out of the top and bubbles head to the ceiling
What other magic is inside, a trumpet plays from within
As the magician starts to do a jig, tap dancing on the lid
The music reaches a crescendo, vibrating as if alive
The magic within is pulsating, bringing the room to life
But suddenly the box is back to normal, dust on its lid
No children, no magician, just a box sitting in the attic
But what’s that written on the side, in letters just faded
Marvin’s Magical travelling show, come one, come all
As the box shakes itself, and laughter echoes inside
The ghosts of an era past, the dust settles gently on the lid
Just waiting for the right moment, to all begin once again

Kaz

The Box

There’s a box, sitting in the corner
Long forgotten, dust sprinkling the top
Waiting for discovery, for the magic within
As the top is slowly pulled apart, dust scattering
A squeak, not a mouse though, deep within
A reverence almost, of the contents of the box
Long forgotten memories, a gasp of pure joy
As the treasures in the box slowly reveal
A child’s squeaky toy, the noise from before
A much treasured play thing, long forgotten
A shaky hand, reaching into the interior
Pulls it out, as if pure gold, puts it gently to the side
Reaches in again, pulls out a photo album
Browned with time, age in the crinkled corners
Images not forgotten, but stored within memories
Tinkling, a music box, cuddled within baby’s clothes
A little girls trinket, the ballerina dancing around
Dreams held within its contents, a little girls delight
A dress, pretty bow around the waist, lace on the hem
A party of six year olds, giggling, carefree, blue sky above
A gasp of disbelief, a dress wrapped within
Taken out and held in wonder and awe, white lace
Long missed but not forgotten, smell of lavender in the air
A hand reaching out, gently touching the old ladies
She turns to look at her granddaughter, tears in her eyes
Holds out the wedding dress, places it in her hands
It was never worn, a dream that ended with war
Another time, another era, a young girl with stars in her eyes
A brave young man, a woman who never forgot
A beautiful dress, cherished memories, a love long lost
Now another woman, stars in her eyes, a young man waiting
Gently holds this moment, reverently, her dreams to come
A lace wedding dress, years unfolding through mists of time
A young pregnant girl, a baby, born within a climate of war,
Marriage to another, a daughter cherished just the same
Now full circle, her granddaughter standing before her
Eyes so familiar, face a mirror image of one long ago
Memories blend with reality, once again she’s a young girl
Just starting life, living each day as it comes,
A young love that never died, held forever in her heart

Kaz

Day by Day

Laugh
Play
be a child again
Innocent
Happy
Carefree
In the moment
Don’t think of the future
Don’t fear
Just be here, now
Live with reality
Whatever reality is
Live with hope
Anticipation
Excitement
Every moment cherished
Don’t look for an end
Live right now
With only this moment
In time
Feel everything
Touch
Sound
Senses, all of them
Tuned in
To just this moment
A moment
In
Time.

Kaz