I have just released an number of books on Amazon and will continue to release another 10 books over the next 12 months.
I am running a number of FREE GIVE AWAY promotions and the current free give away ends soon. Search “Love in Nimbin” by Thundercloud Repairian on Google or Amazon and you can pick up a free copy today until 17/3/2020
You can purchase Thundercloud’s Poetry by going to the Book Page and following the links
10% from of the profit from all book sales goes towards the “Thundercloud Repairian Forest Fund” to plant remnant forest linking corridors and revegetate riparian zones along rivers and creeks to ensure and enable natural regeneration and rejuvenation of threatened species and ecosystems.
The tawny frogmouth came to me very late one night.
The Thundercloud rained, “Lust is a double edged sword and can cut you to pieces or cut a path to your future”
Lust can keep you burning in hell with the lust to be perfect or lust for control. Lust can make you sick with obesity or destroy your character with spiteful words. Lust feeds you the “flavour point” with a perfect balance of salt, sugar and fat. Lust makes you waste time chasing Satan’s rainbow at the end of the video game, masturbate to porn, ejaculate and give up your dreams to please other people. Lust for food, money drugs, sex, tobacco, drugs, alcohol, adrenaline, causing fear and power.
Lust for power will make strong men weak with corruption.
Lust for beauty makes naturally beautiful women paint clown makeup on their face, cut their noses off, suck fat out, insert silicon, inject botox, lift faces, inject fillers, pay a fortune for a garment made by a woman paid one dollar per day and pay a personal trainer to tell them to move their fat ass,
“Lust for life” said Thundercloud, “that’s a whole other ballgame and that is the edge of the sword that you want to use”
Lust for life can take you walking up mountains, past crystal waterfalls, into caves with treasure of silver and gold. Lust for life is knowing your purpose and where you are headed. Lust for Life is the Captain of the Pirate Ship heading straight into the storm knowing that there is smooth sailing on the other side.
Lust for Life can make you say “See you later baby… I’m outta here”
Lust for Life wakes you at 4:30am and says get up and exercise in the cold winter morning. It takes you down the health food isle and makes you repulsed by the sweets, crisps and sugary soft drinks isle of the supermarket. Lust for life has you growing you own organic vegetables and eating a predominantly plant based diet. Lust for life has you shopping at the Organic Food Cooperative and avoiding the supermarket altogether.
Lust for life has you driven by purpose setting goals, plans and applying them in action that sees you getting what you want.
Lust for life is the rain which sprouts the seed, the storm that feeds the river.
Lust for life is showing the truth to a liar like a lightning bolt to a tree on a hill.
Lust for life says goodbye narcissist and hello humility, goodbye judgement and hello acceptance, hello self love and goodbye hateful people, goodbye and you are welcome to play with your gang of bullies but I don’t want any part of it.
“Is that all?” the crowd asked
“No” replied Thundercloud
“Tell us more please” they begged
“NO” Thundercloud boomed out, ” I have plans to sprout seeds, fill rivers and strike lone trees on hills to make ozone”
And Thundercloud stormed off leaving behind a rainbow.
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
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 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
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.
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.
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.
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.
Woe sat down.