Its tangible its solid
\nIts home inside my mothers pouch
\nBounding freely through the bush
\nAs angels often do
\nA phenomenal experience
\nA closeness born of nature
\nThat inner strength created
\nThat inherently is true<\/p>\n
The embodiment of life itself
\nA tiny bud inside a flower
\nA relative connection
\nCause and effect and power
\nIn pole position one might say
\nA champion in every way
\nA union of flesh and blood
\nA fusion more akin to flood<\/p>\n
A state of order and harmony
\nBlazing a trail creatively
\nAn initiation a running in
\nA threshold in which to begin
\nMother feels so strong for me
\nShe bounds with such variety
\nMany faceted thoughts become
\nFrom what is her true heartfelt drum<\/p>\n
We coexist we are as one
\nA partnership under the sun
\nFugitives apparently
\nIn what is our bush figuratively
\nFlying fleeting flitting we
\nDance the sway together we be
\nOn our journey we take flight
\nFrom all the perils of the night<\/p>\n
A crack a flash and mother falls
\nHer neck is broken as she hauls
\nHerself into oblivion, she
\nClearly tries to protect me
\nChoking on a flood of blood
\nHindered so by sand and mud
\nInopportune and untoward
\nCut down by a firery sword<\/p>\n
And what is to become of me
\nFor I have no mobility
\nJust helplessness and feebleness
\nAnd utter vulnerability
\nMy destruction will it be
\nA heavy boot or flying free
\nInto the bush to make my way
\nTo inherit this place and thus to stay<\/p>\n
Shooters imagine such fantasy
\nDoes it soften the blow
\nAnd can they see
\nAn angelic cloud a magickal sphere
\nThat helps us joeys to disappear
\nMother is covered in flies and blood
\nHer execution by one foul thug
\nA demon creature who needs to be
\nCrucified from the highest tree<\/p>\n
As Murderers come and murderers go
\nShooters are worse than you ever will know
\nTheir butchery stinks and their filthy old trucks
\nHung up on hooks like the lamest of ducks
\nBroken and torn and dressed down and vile
\nCovered in dirt mile after mile<\/p>\n
We the Bush angels should now have our day
\nShould be protected in every way
\nWith our lives with our souls with our aura’s
\nWe should
\nbe permitted to live out our lives
\nIf we could
\nNot face such turmoil and suffering, and pain
\nBut be respected and loved in our precious domain<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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