A Place to Share
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The two travelers
You are traveling
With one who has laughed with joy
She has been a traveler also
Seeing the mornings dew
Morning mist in her eyes
Of a goodness and worth
And the bitter dust of yester year
Yes my fellow traveler,
I need rest
I am so thirsty
Let's stop for a while together
Mother Natures will sing to us
With her soft voice in the river
The rain to drink of
Of dreams untrue
If we sit and share a thing or two
Paint a picture on a canvas of trust
Words of encouragement
Honest and loyal prose
To sweep away the emptiness
Our life long journey
And seeing the work finished
May we become the rivers of hope
To travel on with want and courage
Heinz Baytala. 20/01/2003
With each line I read
I heard the whisper of my soul
Side by side,
And are not on your own.
Who has cried tears of life.
And often travels alone.
Upon rose petals so soft
With hope and anticipation
In a life and Creation.
Giving wisdom beyond reproach.
Thank you for being the cool springs ahead.
And companionship.
Now that you're here.
Will you share a drink?
And taste the wonder of kinship
With rustling leaves and stillness
And the fresh breeze echoing in her gullies.
And wash away the dust.
And ventures lost
Look amongst our hearts so tender
Using kindness as the palette
To paint the soft delicate hues
As the artist brush.
Of an empty house and home.
The scene we will paint.
In the gallery of The Future
That all people need
Amidst an ocean of sometimes loss and despair.
May I
May I not take your trust?
May I give you my hand?
May we be together in spirit?
And may I say.
Take me as I am
And you know?
My most precious possession
A mixture of emotion, feeling, thought action motives and
Me, Myself,
Heinz Baytala 21/01/2003
May I take your words?
And place them in this basket of angels
May I take of your kindness?
With truthful acceptance
May I take your picture?
And look at it with hope
May I take a lesson?
From your happy disposition.
And treat it with contempt
My I not take your freedom
For in a cage you will not survive.
May I not take from your person?
That which is loyal and dignified.
To hold you up when you are week
May I give you loyal devotion?
Never betraying your trust
May I give you a smile?
A grin to feel your joviality
May I give you purpose
To write words with Love
May I give you caution
For I am mere male.
May I treat you as a treasure?
Worthy of great Kings subjects
As so far removed we are apart
May we share each others company
Though miles of ocean separates
May we learn to be tolerant?
Of human emotions that run amuck
May we never taste?
Bitterness and deceit of heart.
May we never forget?
You love another
For you are nice and I like you.
Take me to a mountain
And hold me ever so near.
Take me to the fire
Burning in your heart
Kiss my lips
And say. "Hi.glad your here"
If you want?
Here..
Please take this,
Skin and bone.
I on my own.
In Breif..
If you would like a detailed explanation of the jargon please contact me at hb3@iprimus.com.au.
Me Old Man….God
To:
Me Old Man.
For Me sick mate,
G,day Old Man up there in Uppacumbuckta. West
Thanks Digger for all me mates and looking after us.
One of me mates who's in the game of helpin' blokes,
Like the bloke that carked it for us, so we could have Christmas time.
She's not a bad old stick
Well today she sounded real crook on the blower…
I promised her to have a talk to me Old Man up there in Uppercumbucta West
Dunno what "good vibes" is?
I know she's got a real dinky die heart,
She's been there for mad blokes like me a heap of times,
She's even helped me hold the fort with one of me kids when the chips were down.
Yeah I know, she's a bit different,
With half a nail stuck through the side of her nose.
But yah know… she's had a rough trot…, like us all.
So waddayah reckon Digger?
Hows' bout sendin' one of yah cobbas down to give her a hand.
Yeah I know…
But just this once please Digger?
For this Sheila is special to me…. And yeah…
She's special in my book.
That's gotta mean a lot in your book?
So how about just one favor for your old mad mate hey?
Throw me blister something "sweat, doee, and sticky"
Yah not such a bad old bugger, as some say you are.
Thanks mate….
Heinz Baytala.
This is a poem I wrote for my Support person when she was unwell, I have written it using Australian "jargon"
Mate…..close friend.
Uppacumbucskta West…Heavon
Digger….returned soldier
Bloke….man
Billy Lids….Kids/children
Local…Hotel
Shout…pay for
Blower…phone
Cathy.
I have a favor to ask yah.
Is feelin' real crook.
And her fella and Billy lids are ok in my book.
I've always wanted to shout her fella a pot or two
And her billy lids a squash down at Pete's local.
Like when Slugger got rabies after biting me on the bum fishin' for Cod by The Murray.
She said:
"Throw me some good Vibes". When I asked her if she needed anything.
I know she likes things that are "sweet, doee and sticky"
And hates machine guns at supermarkets.
And she tries real hard to hold it in when she needs to fart.
Even given me a few good tips on how not to blow me doe
On some old nag still runnin' round in circles at last years show.
Does real hard yakka at work and even at home after knock off time.
Eating all that queer stuff then starving herself for days.
And acts a bit like them long haird "weirdo's" with the funny smelling smokes.
And I know she loves yah even though you can be a real bugger at times
By letting that red bloke with the fork stick us in the bum each time we're down.
One of those with wings that glow in the dark, and sit on top of the Christmas tree..
Only an old bugger like you really knows what we all need.
We drink to much booze and flirt with all the shielas at the Sunday "Barby",
While our missus looks after the kids and does the dishes.
And I'll even promise not to throw Pastor Flagon's corks in the church plate anymore on Sundies.
If yah help me out just one more time.
I sort of Luvs her,
And not just for me belly and wot hangs from it.
Yeah…!
Even when I showed her my FJ Holden Ute,
And tried to shove her in the back and drag her up north,
She reckoned that she loves her fella and kids too much.
Well that's wot Moses reckoned you wrote on those lumps of rocks you gave him.
So we can all see ,
Every Sunday.
Usually a blue one,
I do this out of respect.
A very tough road for all,
Also,
It's my way of saying,
"Hey, Thanks for your kindness,
May we all meet again?
Heinz Baytala. Re-written on a memorable day 4/8/2002
Every Sunday, in my special place,
I light a candle.
Blue is my favorite color.
For all those beings that have helped me on my journey.
no doubt.
For the things I have.
For the things I love.
For the good times,
and,
For the tears we have all shed on "our" journey.
I was so thirsty and you gave me a drink.
Thanks for being there for me".
And I can do some kind dead for you.