Problem One

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Problems? Don’t talk to me about problems…
My mobile just fell down the side on my electric reclining lounge, my dairy-free ice cream is melting all over my home cooked Peach/Apple/Cranberry pie, I have to get up again because I forgot to put the USB into my laptop so I can watch the latest episode of The Young And The Restless on my 64″ HD 3D TV… AND… it’s getting to warm in here so I’ll have to turn the heating down!
Meanwhile, tonight on the streets of Wyndham (western suburbs of Melbourne, Australia) there are people, even families sleeping in their car or on the street, or god knows where while the wind chill factor turns the temperature to -7 degrees! But, hey, we don’t have a “homelessness problem” here, of course not! (…if we keep denying it, it will go away…)
Yes, FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS indeed!

COMMENTS:

AMY:
The Salvo’s are doing a great job assisting homeless in Wyndham.
But they cannot do it all. We must recognise our homeless and all pitch in together.

LISA:
White lion also doing great work with homeless youth but again can only do so much.
We have a huge lack of resources here as in crisis accommodation, mental health services rehab facilities for drug and alcohol (major contributors to homelessness).
Unfortunately posting on facebook although it brings awareness people very rarely take further steps.
Make donations of time and or money to organizations that can assist these people.
Write federal and state MP’s calling for more to be done.

WOLF:
You can join me knitting sleeping mats, blankets etc.

Tides Of Time

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Green 4

Green and grey, blue and white

Rolling onto gold

Roaring waves, splashing feet

So firm, so soft, so cold

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Traces remain of those gone before

Lost on the ever-changing shore

I find a log to rest and think upon

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My footprints in gold will soon be gone

As the tides of time roll ever on…

 

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Log 1

Going 5

Gone 1

Me 1

Green 6

 

2017

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2017   For old-times’ sake…

It started with me being determined to be happy.  For me, happy meant adding financial freedom to all that I have and moving forward from there.

 

What did I achieve in 2017?

  • I quit my job that I hated after 15 years of fear and stress.
  • I started my own author website.
  • I started my own small business.
  • I learned the magic of synchronicity.
  • I took some wonderful leaps in spiritual awareness.
  • I helped my partner become a published author.
  • I negotiated positive changes to my relationship.
  • I made a couple of new friends.
  • I finally like the body I see in the mirror.
  • I found the solution to my IBS.
  • I achieved the goals I had set in 2012 to raise Council’s co-operation and service to the GLBTI community in Wyndham.
  • I became more “me” than ever before.

 

2018 arrived today and I’m still not really “happy” but I’m definitely in a better place.

2018 is the year that I will get ALL that I want!

2018 is the year I wish you all success, peace and freedom.

2018 begins… today!

 

Happy New Year, Happy New Year

May we all have a vision, now and then

Of a world where every neighbour is a friend

Happy New Year, Happy New Year

May we all have our hopes, our will to try

If we don’t we may as well lay down and die, you and I

 

No more champagne and the fireworks are through

Here we are, me and you, feeling lost and feeling blue

It’s the end of the party and the morning seems so grey

So unlike yesterday, now’s the time for us to say …

Happy New Year…

 

Sometimes I see how the brave new world arrives

And I see how it thrives in the ashes of our lives

Oh yes, man is a fool, and he thinks he’ll be OK

Dragging on, feet of clay, never knowing he’s astray

Keeps on going, anyway…

 

Seems to me now that the dreams we had before

Are all dead, nothing more than confetti on the floor

At the end of this decade, or in another ten years time

Who can say what we’ll find, what lies waiting down the line

With another Auld Lang Syne…

ABBA – Happy New Year

 

©Michael Young 2018

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Dusty Balls

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Dusty Balls is inspired by a true story. A story that some of have you have seen first hand. About that sometimes Christmas tree, sometimes “artwork” that adorned the sitting room in my house for two years!
The balls have long since been dusted but the memory remains. I thought it would be a good title for a new story.  David Goldon

 
Yes, as soon as 1January arrived, the Christmas tree – that took 4 days to decorate – became “art” instead of decoration.  I was not about to take down something that took so much work to create after only 1 month.  🙂  Then it was “Christmas In July”, then it was the next Christmas… 😉   That “work of art” will never be done again … by me at least.  Just a few fairy lights and decorations around the house are enough now.  Big Gay Santa is my contribution to this FREE eBook. ~ Michael Young

 
You can download these two stories for free in several different formats from the Smashwords link:     https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/763421

 

 

 

 

Running Forward, Dancing Back

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Here’s a lyric that’s waiting for its melody ….

 

Running Forward, Dancing Back

 

You could be my dream come true

All I want is all of you

All this flirting never ends

Then you say we’re only friends

 

Is this real or fantasy

Are you playing games with me?

Are you feeding me a lie?

Waiting for my heart to die

 

 

It’s foolish to deny, don’t try to run away

It’s plain for all to see, the truth you never say

But we keep running down this track

Three steps forward, Two steps back

So look me in the eye and tell me what you see

Just say what’s on your mind and what you want from me

Then we keep dancing down this track

Two steps forward, One step back

 

 

Why do I keep coming back?

For another charm attack

I just only want to please

All you ever do is tease

 

Others see the games you play

Tell me I should walk away

I let you make all the rules

Smile at me and I’m your fool

 

 

I have to wonder why, you’re choosing to deny

This tension is so real, this fire that we feel

But we keep running down this track

Three steps forward, Two steps back

It’s driving me insane, this life of endless pain

I’ve nothing left to lose; it’s time for you to choose

Then we keep dancing down this track

Two steps forward, One step back

 

 

So many sleepless nights wishing you were here

Holding you close to feel you breathe, your naked body touching mine

So many dreams of what we’d do if you were here

I could taste you, kiss you, tease you, please you, wrap my love around you

 

 

See the goal but then it’s gone

Always stringing me along

I’ve laid my truth on the line

Why do you still waste my time?

 

Throw away the foolish rules

Made to chain the weaker fools

Here is where we’re meant to be

Take me now or set me free.

 

 

 

I have to wonder why, you’re choosing to deny

This tension is so real, this fire that we feel

But we keep running down this track

Three steps forward, Two steps back

 

So look me in the eye and tell me what you see

Just say what’s on your mind and what you want from me

Then we keep dancing down this track

Two steps forward, One step back

 

It’s foolish to deny, don’t try to run away

It’s plain for all to see, the truth you never say

But we keep running down this track

Three steps forward, Two steps back

 

It’s driving me insane, this life of endless pain

I’ve nothing left to lose; it’s time for you to choose

Then we keep dancing down this track

Two steps forward, One step back

 

 

Three steps forward, Two steps back

 

Two steps forward, One step back

 

Running forward,

 

Dancing back.

 

©Michael Young 2017

 

 

Running Blind

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Here’s another piece of verse I wrote called Running Blind which relates to my escape from the job I hated

 

I was running when I thought I was walking

Thought I was walking but it seems I was falling

I was dying when I thought I was living

Thought I was living but it seems I was lying

 

 

Trying to be heard through the chaos

Of voices never listening

Hearing vacant words of confusion

From the hearts never learning

Swept forward by time to somewhere

Not sure how to get there

The drone of routine and safety

That still leads to nowhere

 

 

I was breathing when I thought I was laughing

Thought I was laughing but it seems I was screaming

I was crying when I thought I was singing

Thought I was singing when it seems I was breaking

 

 

When I fell I came down so hard

Could see no way ahead

I just knew I could not go back

To the way that it had been

It’s so clear the cracks were showing

My pain had been denied

So now I know I could not see

The writing on the wall

 

 

I was stumbling when I thought I was dancing

Thought I was dancing but it seems I’m the fool

I was caged there when I thought I was moving

Thought I was moving now I see I had died

 

 

I was running when I thought I was walking

Thought I was walking but it seems that I fell

I was lying when I thought I was living

Thought I was living but I’m still running blind.

 

 

©MICHAEL YOUNG 2017