A silly creation of mine just came back to haunt me on another site. I think it was some time ago and in response to someone discussing the concept of ‘ghosting’.

I may have already posted it here. I can’t remember. So you probably can’t remember either.

So …..

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One morning
Eating buttered toast
With the girl
I like the most
And with my chewing
So engrossed
Not noticed
She’d become a ghost
It’s not just that
She didn’t care
My darling
Wasn’t even there
The smell of perfume
Everywhere
But she had vanished
Into air
Oh the horror!
Oh the pain
All my love had been
In vain
She left me
On the midnight train
And she’s not
Coming back again
She’s gone forever
Now I see
A ghost is all
Transparency
Was it her?
Or was it me?
No matter
What will be will be

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Just a bit of contrast for you guys in the alternate hemisphere. No white Christmas here. It’s 38C (100F) and the ocean beckons.

But …. to get into the spirit of things, here’s ….

A Christmas song written and performed by a friend many many years ago

In light of recent tragic and shocking events here in Oz I have chosen mainly to remain silent, but this video says what I might say, but far more eloquently.

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For no particular reason.

Just trying to get our minds off things – things like Bondi Beach and racism and guns and hate. On a day when nothing makes sense this song doesn’t either.

Maybe it means that there’s no shame in not being heard, that your own truth need only be audible to yourself. No one should have to listen.

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Achievements? Zero, No-one’s hero

no applause, no fame, no glory,

I walk alone, without a throne, a song without a story.

No magic cape, no great escape

Credits fade to black

No blood’s been bled, just look ahead

No point in looking back

 

I told the truth, back in my youth,

With no-one there to hear.

Now as a ghost, my only boast,

Is ‘no-one’s lying here’.

 

No speech, no toast, no lies,

no slender alibis

It comes as no surprise

No-one laughs and no one cries

No cheering crowd, no grand parade,

The shadows fade, no life’s been made

 

I told the truth, back in my youth,

With no-one there to hear.

Now just a ghost, my only boast,

Is ‘no-one’s lying here’.

I tried to stand, had nothing planned

My only grace, an empty space

Nothing to fear when nothing’s clear

‘Cause no-one’s lying here

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