Luke Slott’s Kickstarter Funded Project

Pearlz Dreaming

Super encouraging my blog followers to support this wonderful album project of Luke Slott.

There are some beautiful rewards for your support such as having Luke visit your community, or a skype hangout – but most of all a copy of the album.

Luke has been humbled and thrilled by the support, but many of us are not surprised because his musical talent and dedication to spiritual things, just speaks for itself.

The album is already definitely happening, but now the goal is to produce music videos for the songs.

“Growing up in Ireland, music was in the air. My childhood was a medley of my father playing in jazz clubs, my uncle playing in traditional Irish music sessions and my brother’s homemade hip-hop beats. I began writing songs in my teens and spent most of my youth playing in bands around Ireland.

In my early 20s, I discovered the…

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Hospital Vigil – Lullaby

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(c) June Perkins

I

I think of you
sitting by the side
of a hospital bed
I’ve been there too.

You wait for one who’s in coma
perhaps induced
and tears are close at hand
but instead you will yourself
to sing your loved one’s favourite songs.

You’ve been told they can hear you
in their coma dreams
it’s then that you remember the power
of the lullaby.

This time your lullaby is
an invoking them to be allowed to wake once more
for head, heart and soul to be healed.

Your lullaby is to chase away uncertainty
to let them know that
in the land of the awake
love for them
is waiting
no matter how long the journey
whether from wheelchair or not
without speech or not.

Love is the lullaby that keeps
us dancing with those we love
beckoning from the world of dreams
to a world of lived courage.

II

Wake when you are ready
from the land of dreams.

Know that we are waiting
and we will cheer you on.

Wake when you are ready
to make those recovery steps.

We’ll be here always waiting
to cheer you back to us

You are strong
and to your future you belong

Your sleep it serves a purpose
may it make you strong
don’t forget that
to your future you belong.

Wake when you are ready
please return to us.

(c) June Perkins

So today it’s time for a lullaby.

I think I’ll write one for parents and siblings sitting by hospital beds. Thinking of Phil Hughes’ (Australian Cricketer) family today, keeping vigil by his hospital bed. Note within a few hours of this poem Phillip Hughes passed away. A sad day for the Australian Cricket Community.

Three Haiku on Crow

Continuing my Haiku Quest to 1000, at 21, want to join me, send an original haiku of your own for healing and I’ll consider posting it at this blog.

A Thousand Healing Haiku

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I
Even for her
Crow singing tuneless
Missing the upbeat

II
Crow swoops house
Sorrows at my morning
Fate is a song

III
Winter crow songs
leave me sighing
for summer long gone

June Perkins

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Song of Blue

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Light on Cardwell Ocean – June Perkins

She will play to me
Skipping a beat and finding a beat
All of the memories and the melodies of blue

She will sing the stories
Running up and down this town
She will sing of cyclones and
The rooves as they fell down

She will play to me
She will play to you
She will sing of me
And sing of you – she

She will play to me
Skipping a beat and finding a beat
All of the memories and the melodies of blue

She will sing of youths
Who died before their time
She will sing of Diggers and
How they lost their mates.

She will play to me
She will play to you
She will sing of me
And sing of you – she

She will play to me
Skipping a beat and finding a beat
All of the memories and the melodies of blue

She will take the drought
Turn it to a blue shout
She will sing of rain
Washing away the pain

She will play to me
She will play to you
She will sing of me
And sing of you- she

She will take the sorrow
That makes the artist whole
She will shake your tears
Into the song of blue

She will play to me
Skipping a beat and finding a beat
All of the memories and the melodies of blue.

By June Perkins

This has been sung as a lyric, sharing the words here for the first time on my blog.  May record it on sound cloud.

Tracks

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                 Tracks – By June Perkins

She went to the archives stretched out in the land
Followed their tracks
Followed their scents nipping in the wind
Followed a canvas sniffing out the paint.

She sent out brush strokes to become picture words
Reeling in acrylic memory
Reeling in encounters with testimony
Reeling in the sites of her aunties’ significances.

She called out to the images against the grain
Installed in galleries, libraries, town halls
Murals and tracks and scents and canvas
And mouths, and songs and steps
And gestures, she danced.

She called out “Here comes the butterfly
Lamenting the suffering of the
Koori song, Murri Song, Warlpiri song, Kimberly song,
Mekeo song, Man song,
Woman song, Human song.”

She danced the revisions of her story
In layers upon layers of
Red earth
Yellow earth, brown earth and white clay.

 

By June Perkins

Sorry Day Song

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Unity – June Perkins

Tracing the past in the lines of a book
Doesn’t always work
Doesn’t always heal.
Sometimes we have to go back to the dark.
Sometimes we need to search for the spark.
Find the words that work, find the words that heal what we feel.

Stories of memory,stories of land
Words they are tricklin’ all through my hands
Stories tryin’ to work
Stories tryin’ to heal what we feel.

Aunties and Uncles are under the trees.
Stories are floating around in the breeze.
Stories tryin’  to work, stories tryin’ to heal what we feel.

Tracing the past in the lines of a book
It doesn’t always work
And it doesn’t always heal
Sometimes we have to go back to the dark.
Sometimes we need to search for the spark.
Find the words that work, find the words that heal what we feel.

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Big Brother, Little Brother – June Perkins

A song rippling out from Ripple, written on the day of the national apology to Australia’s Indigenous people.