change, Life lessons, writing

Escape from The Ship of Fools

Escape from The Ship of Fools

The rudder had fallen off but He yelled at me, “I just want a nice environment”
“We need a rudder” I said.
If only he knew the word nice means fool.
He yelled it again like a kid having a tantrum, “I just want a nice environment”
I replied “but we need a destination and a chart and to chart a course.”
He didn’t listen and screamed at me,
I JUST WANT A NICE ENVIRONMENT
So I left him in the “ship of fools”
I didn’t want to set the sails on the ship of fools.
The Captain said you arent welcome because you’re upsetting Charlie. There is the plank.
Stuff your plank it would make a good rudder.
Charlie yelled again, I just want a nice environment.
I threw the plank in the water and
I dived in the water, I lay on the plank and paddled and swam fast and direct. I used my own feet to steer Landed on a tropical island with abundance of food and good weather.
It was hard work getting there and hard work setting up but it was like a paradise.
He got what was coming to him and has his nice environment.
A Ship Of Fools
His ship sailed nowhere but drifted in circles.
He waited.
A thunderstorm came and the ship of fools was tossed about.
He yelled again, “I just want a nice environment”
But the tempest continued for weeks as the ship of fools tossed and turned and he didn’t sleep well.
He Drank his rum and yelled I just want a nice environment
When the Thundercloud finally left
He was still drifting and the sea was calm.
His supplies were low.
He yelled, I just want a nice environment.
The Captain was fed up, and she cut his testicles off and ate them.
“I just want a rudder” said the captain
And a destination.”

animals, health, Life lessons, poetry, prohibition, writing

Tawny Frogmouth’s Pain

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.