The End of Daze is a poem addressing some of the unsustainable practices most of us accept without question. The poem also tries to suggest practical things we can do to change our ways, in order to help our dear Mother Earth and all life that sails on her through the black nothingness of space...

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The End of Daze

Tear it down and start again,
Let’s redesign this world of men;
Money comes and money goes,
But the planet cares not about such woes.

Billions of dollars for mascara and gloss,
And was that a whiff of Hugo Boss?
Fashion is expensive, there is no doubt,
But the expense to the planet will really make you pout.

Billions of dollars for conditioner and shampoo,
Just to do what natural hair oils naturally do;
Billions of dollars of chemicals to disinfect,
Just so germs can evolve and strengthen to reinfect.

Trillions of dollars, and all just for sport,
These sparkling distractions see us always getting caught;
We seem to be racing, of that there is no doubt,
Well, we’re facing the whole planet in the title fight bout.

Millions of trees, with the chainsaw given a quick one two!
Just to fill a wall at the supermarket with paper to wipe our poo;
All of these products, wastefully manufactured for our manufactured need,
When will we finally calm the frenzy of our feed?

Mountains of plastic packaging, out of sight once in the bin,
A quick breeze, and ocean turtles choking will never win;
I couldn’t be bothered getting my enviro-bag out of the car,
And I probably shouldn’t have driven, it’s not that far.

Potable water is our most valuable natural resource,
When it comes to survival, there is no other recourse;
So why do we use it to flush our numbers down the loo,
And clean our cars oh so pretty and shiny without a clue?

Bottles of water with cola, sugar and fizz added, sold cheaper than bottles of water,
Is all of that sugar and artificial coloured flavour good for your son and your daughter?
If you’re lucky enough to have one, why not just drink water out of the tap,
Instead of contributing to this always wasteful over-processed crap?

Follow our excesses, it will make you faint,
Lead the life of pop divas instead of a saint;
The Capitalist system told us all what we need,
A mad feeding frenzy fuelled non-stop by greed.

But times they are a-changin’, and we’re finally waking up,
There’s no half full or half empty when you fuck up the cup;
Times are dark, and they look like The End of Days,
But we can answer it and make it better with The End of Daze.

Hemp for paper, particleboard, clothing and rope,
Legislated away beyond the chance of a hope;
Cotton farming is bad for the environment, hemp is not,
But let’s just keep banging on about the evils of pot.

Solar and wind farms are a wonderful start,
Even though there is still mining at mill and panel’s heart;
All of these things must come out of the ground,
But for now it’s Carbon Dioxide that’s doing the ground and pound.

The Great Southern Land could do with a hand,
Right now at the top it’s not so well manned;
When the politicians and businesses continue to fiddle,
It falls to us normal ones to bring it back to the middle.

The joy of being alive is the greatest gift in all of existence, indeed it gives us wings;
Don’t deny this continued gift of joyous life to billions of living things;
Just because you want bigger, more shinier stuff to line your walls;
It’s time to stand up and help all of creation, that’s if you have got the balls.

Two generations of people have known no other society than the disposable one in which they live,
Hungry industries building stuff that lasts just past the warranty period, taking beyond Earth’s ability to give;
Back in the day, they built things to last,
We still have a lot to learn from the past.

Avocados from Israel?
Another epic homegrown fail;
Shop local and grow local,
Make that the point of your focal.

The End of Daze

Hashtag Hashtag is a poem dealing with our perception of reality, and how truly easy it can be to affect that reality around us, to re-imagine it and to work to make it better...

Hashtag Hashtag

#Hashtag… you are real because you are on the Internet…

#Hashtag… you are even more real than that. In June 2014 you made it into the OED (the Oxford English Dictionary)…

#Hashtag… you exist because you are on the Internet and in a book…

#LessonInRealityAndHowWeShapeIt

#TheSelfEvolutionRevolution

#WeCanMakeImaginaryStuffReal

#WeCanImagineABetterWorld

#WeCanMakeABetterWorld

#TheTruthSetsUsFree

#ThePowerToEvolveIsInUsAll

#ChooseLoveAndCompassionOverFearAndHate

Hashtag Hashtag

The Passing of Days is a poem about the wonder and fragility of life, and asking ourselves what we really want...

The Passing of Days

Yesterday, I swam with the fishes and coral,
Snorkeling and gazing in awe
At all of the wonderfully vibrant life.
It humbled me.
It made my heart soar with joy and delight…

Many days before that, I walked in an old open cut mine,
Exploring and gazing in awe
At all of the deadness and dirty dust.
It humbled me.
It did not make my heart soar with joy and delight…

Some day,
Maybe tomorrow or in many tomorrows,
I wish to swim with the fishes and coral…

The Passing of Days

I bought a Native American Spirit Flute about 2 and a half weeks ago. I've been teaching myself to play it by making up my own music.

This is my first Spirit Song.

Spirit Song 1

I bought a Native American Spirit Flute about 2 and a half weeks ago. I've been teaching myself to play it by making up my own music.

This is my second Spirit Song.

Peter Walder