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One Friday Afternoon

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

It started on a Friday in a land not far away and the idea spread like wildfire and they began anew that day.
He stood up in a market place and read out his idea
“Lets Unify the Whole Planet and make all borders disappear”
“Let’s eliminate all scarcity and ensure a more than a basic wage”
“Let’s have a single Global Currency for Living, commerce and trade”
“Let’s eliminate all Nations, Passports, Visas, Border Walls”
“Let’s close all the armies, navies, airforces too and have no weapons at all”
And as he planted seeds his crowd it grew and grew
until the Whole World was listening not just one or two
He said, Everyone can have free energy, renewable and then we all will thrive
“When we end all governments will be a great day to be alive”
“Do no harm and nurture all and simplify all laws”
“Support and love all people and lift up all the poor”
Have a governance of things based on compassion and doing no harm
Then all people can live in love without fear, in security, without alarm”
Let’s make all food organic, all medicine for free,
free public transport, free schools and homes and life will be easy
“All people just want love, security, happiness and compassion
To create a life of love where all can thrive and live in passion
One Friday afternoon the man stood up and said
He told them his Ideas and world wide they spread

Life lessons, poetry, politics, prohibition, writing

The voices of the dead

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

Nimbin Cemetery, Australia, 8am Sunday 19 May 2019

I went to visit the dead today

At the cemetery and listen to what they had to say

“We are the dead and the victims of laws

And injustice the ones that died from your wars

People keep dying please change this condition

Of your injustice system called drug prohibition

 

There were mothers and fathers and young people we grieve

He died from FLACA at 23, one New Years Eve

Writhing and screaming he was overheating

Boom Boom Boom of the Doof then his heart just stopped beating

 

A whole family but the baby died in a smash

Of an alcoholic driver who had a car crash

The beaten and murdered children and wives

When pissed dad arrived home who feared for their lives

Let’s not forget those who died from cancer

Who couldn’t access cannabis as a life enhancer

Prohibition of drugs is social abuse

Locking up people for recreational use

Did you hear about how young Jake Monaghan died?

ODed from the drugs his mother supplied

 

Prohibition of drugs is an outdated law

That criminalises the socially vulnerable, sick, black and poor

Police become dealers and deal drugs

To justify their jobs and do deals with thugs

Selling black market heroine, cocaine and ice

To keep prisons full and meet KPI’s

 

Racially profiling the coloured and poor

Died in the lock up, crushed behind a cell door

As I sit here I am looking down at the ground

Where I performed CPR on a young man who drowned

Choked on his vomit we tried but he died

I met his mum dad and siblings and we all cried

 

Today I went to honour the dead

At Nimbin Cemetery and this is what I said

Dead spirits I’d love it if you would help me

Harm Minimise, End Prohibition and make Cannabis Free

If I was a teacher I would give you a fail

For your punitive justice system and the way that you jail

The sick, poor and black recreational users

When it is clear to all that the system abuses

 

Drug prohibition doesn’t stop demand for drugs

Just puts it in the hands of criminals and thugs

The cost of prohibition is millions each year

To imprison the harmless and put people in fear

Harm minimisation is good for your health

Sharing and caring and rehabilitate yourself

 

I went to the cemetery and listened to the dead

End Prohibitions their spirits all said

 

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The Tawny Frogmouth on Prohibition

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

The following poetry was written by James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud in memory of Daniel Walmsley, victim of prohibition. Early one morning, the day before the Nimbin Mardi Grass cannabiss law reform protestival  I walked outside in the dark as the first light was coming. I heard the tawny frogmouth and listened. Then I went inside and wrote down what came to mind. This happened two more times and now I present the words of the wise owl to you.

There is an indigenous belief that tawny frogmouths are messengers of the dead. This spirit bird crowed three times, before the roosters and the kookaburra early in the morning. When the cock crows three times the truth is told.

The Tawny Frogmouth On Prohibition

The tawny frogmouth came to me very late last nighttawny_frogmouth_james_arthur_warren
It was very early morning and it spoke very quiet
“I’ve something important to say and this is my position
Humans will not be free until you END PROHIBITION

I’m a tawny frogmouth owl and I see your frustration
With the punitive justice drug war of incarceration
77,000 non criminal users each year locked and jailed
And crime rates have risen the drug war has failed

80 percent of the injustice system is wasted each year
Locking up people for flowers you people are queer
It is obvious to all that prohibition has failed
When you can harm minimise and empty half the jails

Make access safe and clean drugs a right
Save billions of taxpayers dollars overnight
The police could focus on violent crime
Harm minimisation means there’s less people dying

Harm minimisation means that you support the abusers
Educate and rehabilitate the hard drug abusers
Less Overdoses and violent crime gangs will fade away
Grow herbs freely at home, juice cannabis each day

It is obvious to us that you must End Prohibition
Call all politicians today is your mission
And explain all the benefits of ending the war
On drugs, children, the sick, elderly and poor

Write emails, make videos, protest and shout
End prohibition, let the prisoners out
Time to end prohibition and the drug war
On the socially vulnerable, sick, black and poor

It makes me so mad I’m usually so quiet
Said the tawny frogmouth, I want to sleep now it’s light

The Tawny Frogmouth part 2

The tawny frogmouth came to me early in the morning
As the clouds turned red, as the sun was dawning
The wise old owl hooted and the words he spoke were true
“I’m a tawny frogmouth owl, this is what you need to do”

“Write down what I tell you, what I have to say,
It’s time you humans ended all drug prohibition today
Us tawny frogmouth owls are spirits of the dead
Who died from overdoses and systemic violence” he said

“I know you find it weird and difficult to believe
But tawny frogmouth owls are loved ones that you grieve”
“That is why I’m here with my message for you
Ending Prohibition will save loved ones lives it’s true

I’m a tawny frogmouth owl and I really give a hoot
Prohibition harms but harm minimization is beaut”
I stood there quietly listening to what the wise owl said
“End all prohibition and harm minimization instead

When you end all prohibition everything will be alright
Maybe then” the tawny frogmouth said, “I’ll get some sleep at night”
A kookaburra came in the light of early morning
“Listen to the tawny frogmouth, listen to his warning”

“To end all prohibition and empty half the jails
Change your outdated laws because prohibition has failed”
The kookaburra flew off laughing “Prohibition is a failure”
End all prohibition, hurry up Australia”

The Tawny Frogmouth part 3

The tawny frogmouth owl came to me again
Said, “I’ve got a very important message for you my friend
I’ve come to visit you early in the morning
Because you are the one who will sound my warning

We wise owls think you humans are very strange
You seem so conservative and reluctant to embrace change
Your outdated laws are causing much frustration
Time to End Prohibition and change this situation

It isn’t rocket science in fact is plain to see
That your prohibition laws take people’s rights to be
Healthy, free and happy and lock them in a prison
Jails full of poor and black, incarceration rates have risen

Mummy went to jail, Nana went there too
All because of the herbal cannabis they grew
Prohibition is an attack on human rights
It is such an injustice, I have trouble sleeping at night

Humans do you get it? I do I’m an owl
Adopt harm minimization and end prohibition now
Prohibition is social manipulation, slavery in disguise
Prohibition causes violent crime to rise

When prohibition exists people live in fear
Of truth and being caught, imprisoned for a year
Please call your politicians the tawny frogmouth said
When you harm minimise, I can go to bed

Please reconsider your perspective on prohibition of drugs
Free the plants and herbs and undercut the thugs
When you end prohibition there will be a reduction in crime
With harm minimization, there will be less parents crying

When you end prohibition billions of dollars will be saved
Less cops, prisons, lawyers, deaths, more health and happiness every day
I have nearly finished, I’ll try to have a sleep
But I find it very difficult because I often weep

For the victims of the drug war, those overdosed and dead
Brothers, sisters, children’s deaths preventable he said
I’m a tawny frogmouth owl and there is something you must do
Harm minimise, end prohibition now what I’m saying is true

Everyone can see prohibition is a failure
End prohibition now change is good Australia
There is one more thing, you cannot waste your vote
Put a 1 next to the HEMP PARTY in the Senate when you vote.”

#auspol #EndProhibition #MinimiseHarm #Vote1HEMP

End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin Mardi Grass 2019
Thundercloud’s new book End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin Mardi Grass 2019

2019

This poem and many more are available in my newest book End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin Mardi Grass 2019 by contacting me via email

James Arthur Warren (BSc AES, GCTSL, MTESOL)
AKA Thundercloud Repairian
email:1english1@gmail.com
Writer, poet, performer and finalist in the 2019 Banjo Paterson Australian Poetry Competition
Photo: Tawny Frogmouth in front of Atlantis by James Arthur Warren
https://www.instagram.com/1english1video/

 

Free the flowers
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#420 End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin Mardi Grass 2019

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

Read on to find out about my newest book End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin Mardi Grass 2019 released especially for the cannabis law reform rally in Nimbin, New South Wales, Australia,

I arrived in Nimbin in early May 2017 for Mardi Grass and met another newcomer to Nimbin by the name of Daniel Walmsley. Daniel was a kind young man in his mid twenties and talented artist who had just received an arts grant. He was excited to be able to do what he loved and be paid for it. Unfortunately for Daniel he overdosed and choked in his vomit early one Saturday morning. I happened to be going for an early morning walk when I came across a nurse trying to resuscitate Daniel and gave assistance

The following poem is dedicated to the memory of Daniel and all the victims of the “War on drugs” which is really a war on people who were not able to get safe doses when they were self medicating because of the punitive justice system which puts “users” in to “fear of truth”, hiding their addictions and unable to get assistance in recovery.
Daniel Walmsley

 

It started on a cold Friday

The drumming circle, dance and play

All the families gathered around

Barefoot on the cold hard ground

Drummers drumming having fun

Stomping feet down goes the sun

Fires burning in the parks

Shooting stars and burning sparks

Rhythmic hands all beat it out

The drumming circle dance about

Nimbin on a Friday night

Drum and dance by fire light

They bring their drums out to the street

Where dancing feet move to the beat

Dreadlocks smokes it clean and green

He beats his blue drum with the team

Down by the fire at the Oasis

There’s lots of friends and friendly faces

Try this hit, it won’t hurt you

He overdoses and starts to spew

Starts the walk to hospital

“I’m OhDee-ing” He starts to call

Falls down to the cold hard ground

In his vomit starts to drown

Nurse and passers by all thump

On his heart they start to pump

“Call an ambulance” they cry

“Daniel, Daniel, please don’t die

CPR the people start

Giving breath and pumping heart

Police and ambulance arrived

For forty five minutes we all tried

Sun comes up cold Saturday

Daniel’s soul flies away

Leaving behind broken hearts

Drawing and paintings of Daniel’s arts

Overdosed on cold concrete

Laying dead with cold bare feet

End prohibition right now, today

Harm minimisation saves lives we say

Laying on the cold hard ground

His heart stopped and just shut down

His life might be a memory

End prohibition for safety

End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin Mardi Grass 2019
Thundercloud’s new book End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin Mardi Grass 2019

Dedicated to the memory of Daniel Walmsley
Specially produced for Mardi Grass, I have copies of my new book now available, End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin Mardi Grass 2019 for $10+$2.50 postage in Australia.
It’s only available directly from me so send me an email 1english1@gmail.com if you would like a copy or pop in to fantAsian Eatery Nimbin to pick up a copy.

Sample
If you were the parent of a child who was sick would you give cannabis to your son named Rick?
If you were a wife of a man with cancer would you give cannabis as a life enhancer?
If you were a doctor and you knew a cure, pharmaceutical poisons or a herb that’s pure?
If a harmless herb can heal many people why is it registered, licensed, illegal?

Humour, poetry, writing

Andy Banjo Player

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

The Banjo Paterson Bush Poetry Festival in Orange, New South Wales begins on the 17th of February. There are a number of events happening throughout Orange and the surrounding district until the 24th of February 2019.

Events include The Banjo Paterson Bush Poetry Competition which I am entering a poem titled “Our Darling is Dying”. There is also Rotary Brekky and Poetry on the Pavers as well as Poetry in the Pub featuring the Poet’s Brawl. In the poets brawl, poets have one minute to deliver any original poem, bush, slam, rhyming, non-rhyming but must use both the words “Banjo” and “Orange”.

“Andy Banjo Player” is the poem I have written for the “poets brawl”, tell me what you think in the comments.

Andy played a banjo with an orange and he played it very bad

It made a juicy squishy sound and it drove his mother mad

Orange juice went everywhere and pith and peel too

The ants came by the millions and the fruit flies flew

He played with so much gusto and a lot of zeal

Grated it and juiced, he was left with orange peel

Only when he ran out of juice did Andy’s playing stop

So he ran out to a fruit stall and bought a kilo from the shop

Playing “Orange Crush”, the song from REM

Played every single orange till he’d juiced all of them

Bottled it and marketed it and only told the truth

Under the trade make of Andy’s Banjo Orange Juice

Copyright 2019

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I wake up each new day

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

I wake up each new day just like I always did and despite how I look on the outside I still feel like a kid

But I know so much more than I knew when I was young so I’ll share a few bits of wisdom from the tip of my tongue 

I get up in the morning and I drink lemon water and I do meditation and yoga just like I ought to

I breathe deep in and out. In and out through my nose and I stretch all my body from my head to my toes

Before anything else, anything at all is done, I’m sitting there meditating looking at the sun 

Coz the sun is rising each and every day, but I feel like a kid despite hair that’s grey 

Yeah I wake up each day and I feel like a kid, I wake up each day just like I always did

I jump out of bed and I give a shout, “Yippee Hooray A new day is about “

I run outside and I start to play. Oh I’m so happy another new day

I can’t wait to dance, draw a picture or two. I love meeting new people. I’ll hopefully see you 

Yeah I jump out of bed at the start of the day and I scream and shout hip hip hip hooray

It’s a new day a new dawn, the sun is a rising and the cows in the paddock are all smiling

The kangaroos jump past and they spring through the day,  the kookaburras scream yippee I ayyyy

Yeah I wake up each morning just like I always did and despite my middle age I still feel like a kid

Yeah I’m running about and being so happy coz I just  couldn’t imagine living life feeling crappy

A friendly hello and a wave in the street. There are many interesting people to meet

I think I’ll go and have coffee in town, Cheer someone up if they’re wearing a frown

Yeah I Jump out of bed just like I always did , I’m 50,000 years old but I feel like a kid

The sun will go down at the end of the day but I feel like a kid despite hair that’s grey

I like running round and giving a shout and making people happy when I’m out and about

Coz life’s so much more fun than just moanin’ and groanin’,

You can spend time with friends and family or just play on your own

Being happy and carefree just like a kid. Jump out of bed every day just like you always did

Coz life’s too short to be angry and mad and fearful, unhappy and really really sad

So I live my life happy and I live my life well

 I can’t for the life of me think why I’d like to make life hell

So I jump out of bed just like I always did

I’m 50,000 years old but I still feel like a kid

I jump out of bed and I go for a run

Excited about my birthday when I’m gonna be fifty thousand and one

I’ll go to be at the end of the day all tuckered out with not much to say

But in the morning I’ll jump out of bed like I always did

With joy and gratitude just like a kid

And I’ll enjoy life with a smile not a frown

Coz I can’t think of a reason to live life feeling down

Oh there’s so much I’m grateful for every day

Oh there’s fresh air, fresh water, friends family, what more can I say?

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50 Thousand Years

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian
1st Prize, Crocodile Crawl and Marathon Swim in Nimbin Pool Olympics

It was my 50,000th birthday yesterday so I have decided that I will share all my poetry from the last 24 hours. However, first I want to announce that I achieved a lifelong dream of Olympic Gold in the Nimbin Pool Olympics on the 27th of January 2020. I won’t be going to the Tokyo Olympic Games but I am seriously considering entering the 50m butterfly in the Pan Pacific Masters Games #PPMG2020 on the Gold Coast in November because with dedicated training, I can win.

This first one celebrates my sons and the gift of life from my two past wives.

Thanks for the gift of life
From my first and second wife
Our three sons are my greatest gift
Everywhere they go spirits lift
Clay, Luca and Sacha are my sons
The Builder of Earth, The Light of Moon, The Protective ,Caring One
Carrying Water mixing Earth, and Light
The love of two people in the Moon Light
I sowed the seeds and nurtured my sons
They look to me as The Role Model One
I express gratitude
for their attitude
Their smiles, hugs,
that they are peaceful not thugs
They grow and show love
Protect, build and shine light above
Thanks for the gift life
From my first and second wife

This poem is about self care because if you don’t care for yourself how can you care for others?

My time alone is time I own
I’ll spend it productively alone
Time for self, mental and physical health
As my health is my wealth

Quiet time is sublime
Where I find the words that rhyme
So I will write in the night
Words to inspire and delight

Time for me is time I’m free
To create my life for me
Where I inspire others higher
In the quiet time when I retire

I’m in Brisbane visiting my parents and son amd when I went outside in the night to pee, I noticed the difference and decided to write about it. Please pardon my profanity 😉

The city and bush

The city at night is incredibly quiet with only a far away hum
Back in the Bush sound surrounds insects, frogs are around so back to the Bush I’ll run

The city at night is filled with light
Even when the moon does not shine
In the Bush I see stars, wallabies not cars
And The Milky Way in a bright line

In the city asleep, you don’t hear a peep
But the hum of the air conditioners ring
In the Bush hear the breeze, in leaves of trees
And Cicadas that make my ears ring

I heard a bird, he said some words
“faaaark the city I’m a crow”
“there’s many birds in the Bush, so off I’ll push
“off to the faaaaarkin Bush I’ll go”

I’ll get out alive, thrive not survive
So I made a decision to leave
In the Bush I am happy, life’s peaceful not crappy
But the city makes me want to cry and grieve

I won’t look behind, life is sublime
I am lucky I live with the land
In the city day and night, there’s struggle and fight
But in the Bush the beauty is grand.

There’s a lumpy old stump that I love to jump
Wind blows the leaves on the ground
Now I sit in a White box with a fan at the top
Going around and around

I’m going back On a winding logging track
That’s now a road for a car
I will be fine in the Bush anytime
And The city, long gone and far

Anticomplaint

Today I’ll complain
I know its strange
But I also wake up with pain
I wouldn’t usually tell you
I just push through
And manage it with my brain
I want to complain
About sun and rain
And fuckas
In my news feed
That whinge and complain
About the hot and cold
New and old
And can’t handle the truth
From people like me
Who are BOLD

I Emptied MY cup
But filled it back up
Because who wants to be
A useless fukup
So I won’t complain
Put my shit in your brain
With your pussy attitude
Are you sane?
Lift my spirit high
Fly in the sky
Experience all of life
With joy and not cry
Laughing with happiness
Passion and bliss
My puspose to uplift
As people need this
And I will no longer
Whine nor complain
About pain
But take action
not get sucked down the drain

I won’t complain
Nobody wants to hear it
I am an uplifter
An uplifting spirit
My purpose to share my words to uplift
Sometimes a slap in the face book
Is lifes greatest gift.

STOP IT

Stop trying and just decide to do it
Stop crying and go through with it
Stop giving up and start something new
Stop procrastinating and just do
Stop surviving and thrive
Stop drifting and drive
Stop hating and love
Stop fearing have courage
Stop sinking and swim
Stop drinking alcohol and live
Stop taking and give
Stop shaming and forgive
Stop fighting and care
Stop cutting and grow hair
Stop complaining and be sane
You are responsible for the thoughts and actions of your brain

Birds, bees, flowers, forest trees, we are in the need of these.
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Tawny Frogmouth’s Pain

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

Last night I went for a drive to collect some eucalyptus seeds so that I can grow some seedlings to plant trees for koala corridors. It was just on dusk and the tawny frogmouth was sitting peacefully on the driveway. I got out of my ute and approached him. Then he majestically flew off into the night. This is the message that he left with me last night.

 

The Tawny Frogmouth came again last night and said,

“I hate to be a pain, but prohibition is is causing harm to livers and damage to the brain”

There are so many people who want to medicate themself,

but they can’t get real medicine so end up damaging their health”

Cannabis is prohibited but cures cancer and also pain

Magic mushrooms cure depression, reset and reactivate your brain

DMT is made by your lungs, in your pineal gland, in roots and bark of trees for free

It is one of the most endogenously produced and healing substances denied from you and me

Alcohol is a poison and damages your liver and brain

But marketed and freely sold, prohibition is insane”

The Tawny Frogmouth said, “take a long hard look at yourself

Why prohibit medicines but sell what is bad for your health?

We tawny frogmouths wonder if you humans are sane?

Why do you drink alcohol which damages yous kidneys and your brain

You would be better off without alcohol,” the tawny frogmouth said

But magic mushrooms, cannabis, harmaline and DMT grow new brain cells in your head

“I am a psychedelic tawny frogmouth, I just love and wish you well

And that you recover from your alcoholism that makes you unwell and your life hell. ”

Please, I love you, please,  I love you, I’ll ask you once again

Please care and nurture your own health, I am crying here in pain”

The Tawny frogmouth came last night and this is what he said,

“Please stop drinking alcohol, ”  I heard him in my head.

Life lessons, writing

He existed but did not live

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

Woe looked but did not see
Listened but did not hear
Touched but did not feel
Ate but but did not taste
Inhaled but did not smell
Thought but did not sense
Believed but did not question
He walked but never stopped to rest
Created everything he looked at, listened to, touched, ate, inhaled, thought and believed
He lived in a grey city, In a musty smelling grey box, with grey walls, one window, a concrete floor and in the grey night with the glow of ambient city light all he could hear was grey noise and a high pitched ringing noise in his head. He had an old black and white TV which only had one channel which only every played a test pattern (in black and white). Every other channel played grey static. It was an old Cathode Ray Tube analogue TV with big transistors and he had to get up and walk over to the tv to turn it off every night after he had fallen asleep on his grey couch watching the test pattern in black and white.

He was tired
He was unwell
His life a hell
He said of himself
How can I change?
I have created this hell here on Earth which is strange

One day he turned on his black and white TV and the test pattern was in colour and out of the speaker was playing a choir of birds singing.
Woe had difficulty sleeping that night.

Woe woke up in the night and needed to go to the toilet so he went through the door to his bathroom but there was no bathroom and he found himself in a forest. He turned around to look back in his grey box but as he turned around a gust of wind blew the door shut. He panicked as he realized he was only wearing grey pyjamas and he didn’t have his key. He ran toward the door but it just disappeared right before his eyes and turned into a weathered grey fencepost wrapped up in barbed wire. He felt for his phone but it wasn’t there.

Weathered grey fence post
When he turned back his grey box turned into a grey fencepost wrapped in barbed wire

Woe sat down on the ground.

He looked around and saw blue skies turning greenish grey with afternoon thunderclouds, black ants, blue dragonflies, rainbow birds, and trees all shades of emerald and green with barks of white, orange and yellowish brown, while a red belly black snake slid by and he found
Himself listening and heard the rustle of wind in the grass, frogs singing, cicadas, and the screech of yellow tail black cockatoos, whip birds, cuckolds and bell birds.
He put his hands on the Earth and ran them through the damp grass that he was sitting on. His legs were wet and the water was soaking through his shorts. He removed his shirt and felt the sun on his lean muscular body, Something crawled on his shoulder and he saw it was a green worm so he picked up a leaf and the worm crawled on the leaf and he put it on the ground.
Woe noticed that beside him was growing a Midyim Bush with tiny pink speckled berries so he put one into his mouth and it tasted sweet like a raindrop of rose and vanilla ice cream so he picked half a handful and put them all in his mouth at once.
As the juice trickled out of the corner of his mouth he inhaled deeply and smelt the musty humid moist air of the forest after the rain. He inhaled again and smelt, lantana, eucalyptus in the air.
Suddenly he heard thunder rolling in the distance.
He thought to himself, I love this feeling of freedom and I am so grateful that I have this beauty in my life.
Woe was still.
Woe rested.
It was good.
All was well
He lay down and fell asleep on the damp grass and the clouds came over and the rain started.

Tall Blue Gum Trees
He saw blue sky, and all shades of emerald and green.


Woe woke up,
On a grey couch
with a grey test pattern
With Grey Static noise
In his Grey Box
The fire alarm was going off
The fire sprinklers were flooding his grey box

Woe ran outside to escape the fire.
And as he looked back saw his grey box burning to the ground.
He felt for his phone but realised he was wearing his grey pyjamas.
Stunned,
Woe sat down.

He looked up and saw a rainbow.

Life lessons, poetry, writing

My Ancestral Legacy

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

My first book, “Love in Nimbin” was dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, Arthur William Musgrove on his birthday 16/1/2017. This year, on his birthday I decided to donate my double decker bus, Atlantis to the town and people of Nimbin so that the community can have a free public transport system. I initially bought Atlantis as part of a project to make a free school travelling and teaching wellness and sustainable off grid lifestyles. However since arriving in Nimbin that dream morphed into Nimbin Free Cooperative Communiversity which launches on the 21st of January 2020. I also think that it is time to move on from living in Atlantis and that she would best serve a whole community like Nimbin. So the commitment is to give Atlantis to Nimbin, raise the funds to ensure she is renovated to meet road safety and registration requirements and then Nimbin will have public transport around the village for locals and visitors at an affordable cost. 

The Gentle Man

Eye of Atlantis the 1971 Leyland Atlantean
The new face of Nimbin Public Transport Cooperative Atlantis.

Arthur was a bear 

A bear who could hug with great care

Loving in a manly way 

Kind and happy, laugh and play

Always with gentle care

Arthur was a great big bear

He taught me how  to be a man

To walk with strength but softly

 

In the garden waits a boy

Beep of a horn, shouts of joy

Bumpa, grandpa coming home

Plums and lemons, grass freshly mown

Driving out on the freeway

“No more bridges” is the game we play 

In me, Arthur is forever more

The gentle man lives on for sure

 

Happy Birthday Bumpa our Grandpa
You died in a car crash when I was young
so I’m giving this as a gift of life to Nimbin
so that everyone can enjoy her and have fun
She will drive about Nimbin
People will not need their car
Just for the cost of a donation
Carrying locals and visitors from afar
Happy birthday my ancestors
This is how I honour you
A gift for future generations
Is my gift in Honour of you.
Happy Birthday

 

16/1/2020 Happy Birthday Bumpa, Arthur William Musgrove my grandpa
He killed in a car crash when I was four                                                                               Another driver went through a stop sign and hit his driver door                                          He gave me many good memories and lessons. Number one,  how to shave with razor. Number two. He also taught me to be a gentleman.

I want to honour his memory and give a gift of unity
I can’t give it to him but it’s a gift that can serve a whole community.
My grandfather was a soldier and he taught me to fight for peace.
So I studied Environmental Science and got a job at Greenpeace.
Greenpeace taught me to bear witness and to take action on solutions.
From my grandfather the soldier, Greenpeace and now living in Nimbin I learnt that together as a community we are stronger.
I want to give Atlantis, the double decker bus to the whole Nimbin community to use as a free public transport system in and around Nimbin for the whole community to enjoy.
But it needs a little work, money and people to help do it however, Atlantis is still in very sound condition.
And I am asking for ideas and for help so that Nimbin can have free public transport for locals and visitors.
Can you help?
This would mean people could get home and into town safely and visitors could enjoy it too.
I would love your hear your ideas.

Atlantis Leyland Atlantean 1971
Atlantis Rainbow Art by Seb Humphreys

Life lessons, poetry, prohibition, writing

The Troll and The Flower

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

The Troll and the Flower

Once upon a time there was a troll.

She dug herself a very big dark deep hole.

At the bottom of the hole she placed a beautiful flower with a light shining on it.

Many people saw the flower and were lured into the bottom of the dark deep hole

Where the troll was waiting for them,

Now I am not going to finish this story yet, but there is a troll and now there are many people down the hole wanting to know what will happen next.

The troll laughed. “Mwahahahaha mwhahahaha You’ve been trolled”

This is called ……

Trolling.

This is what Trolls do, they Con-Troll people

“and then flower,

said to the troll.

My name is Cannabis,

it’s time to roll..(Max Stone)….and of myself I am in control” 

The Troll replied, “My name is Alcohol the Troll.

Cannabis gave a shout

“It’s time for me to get out”

Then the troll sung a song

“My name is Alcohol and I am a troll

When people are lured into my hole they get scared and lose control.

I am Alcohol the troll, in my hole I put abuse

But I’m attractive like a flower and for being a troll I’ve no excuse.

I’m a troll called Alcohol and in fear I am evil

To myself and other people, I’m a Alcohol the troll and I destroy people”

“Lured in my hole. A poison spirit that is evil.”

 

 The little weed gave a shout, “I’m going to get out”

Of this hole with Alcohol because I am in control

 

Cannabis climbed out

And he gave a shout

I had some self doubt

That I can live without 

Alcohol the Troll but I am in control.

 

In the light Cannabis grows because he took control and rose

Away from Alcohol the Troll and got out of the hole

Took care of himself, Light and nutrients for health

While troll sat at home, In her hole all alone

 

 In the end Cannabis kept rolling

Went dancing, singing, bowling

Met a mushroom that was glowing

Worked together and kept growing

And The Troll stayed there

In the hole in despair

Looking for an excuse 

To blame and inflict more abuse

Would never introspect

Never self reflect

Would always grumble

Was never humble

Until one day there was a light

And Troll got a big fright

Looked in the mirror one night

Saw she was all white

From the lack of light

Hate, envy, fear of the bright

Troll eventually took control

Dug herself out of the hole

And up Troll rose

Like the Cannabis flower grows

But it took a long while 

for the Troll to start to smile

She’ d lost the flower that she loved

When Cannabis rose above

The Troll and lack of love

In joy and peace like above

 

Eventually the Troll rose above 

Her hole of fear and lack of love

But this isn’t where it ends

In the hole, troll lost her friends

Who yelled and shouted from above

“Get out of this hole without love”

And finally Troll was well

Got out of self made hell

Stopped the Alcohol abuse

The blame, guilt and being a victim as an excuse

Filled in the hole which was very scary

And in its place planted rosemary

And the Alcohol the Troll was beaten

Water and nutrients, drank and eaten

And Troll found out that the Cannabis fairy

Was full of love and not scary

And both the Cannabis Flower and The Troll grows

Because out of the alcohol hole they rose. 

animals, Life lessons, poetry, writing

Little Bird

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

Little bird had a fear

So he let his fear disappear

If I jump, I won’t die

All the other birds can fly

The little bird jumped from the nest

It was time to face his biggest test

Little bird said “it’s time to leave

Jump from this nest and self believe”

I can do it jump from high

And I’ll be Flying in the sky

Little bird fell towards the ground

He gave a fearful cheeping sound

Opened heart then wings with love

Fell towards the Earth from the nest above

If I hit the ground I’m going to die

So he opened his wings and began to fly

He flapped and flapped, flapped some more

Just before the bottom he began to soar

An in that moment began to fly

Ascended up into the sky

And he whistled happy loud

“I can fly up to the cloud

I jumped, I flew, I didn’t die

Now I’m free to loop and soar in the sky

I have ascended and I am free

From the nest that nurtured me

I may not fly up to the sun

Come and fly with me and we’ll have fun”

And The last thing he was heard

Yelling, “Jump from the nest little bird

You will fly and have a wonderful time

Jump from the nest and you’ll start flying”

Don’t sit in the nest worried crying

Open your heart and wings you won’t be dying