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This is the website of the poet Alexander Maxwell and his journey as a passenger on the rollercoaster of life. It has been created to present his work of poetry, photography and musings of the things he has witnessed. His life will seem ordinarily to some and less ordinary to others.

Thank you for stopping by.

“Woof, woof woof, woof woof woof, woof woof” Freeway

'My life began in a small town; it was a dry hot and dusty town. We had a swimming pool, which made a huge difference upon my early years of my life. The down side was that the country was in the middle of a war, a civil war. Although I was too young to remember the details I have forever re-lived the war, through the retelling of the stories of those times.

After the war we moved south as refuges to another country and once again ended up in small town, this one had a large paper mill which bellowed smoke and its pungent smell high into the air. If the wind was right,it blew the smell directly over our house and submerged our home in a haze, similar to rotten eggs. Although this also had the great effect on the setting sun and created the perfect ambience for wonderful sunsets, like the smog that hangs over most of our cities. We lived on a hill facing south east, so for as long as I can remember to this day I have always loved watching the rising and setting of the sun.

I had a dog named ‘Freeway’ in this town, we were best of friends. Spending much of my youth together, walking in the bush near our family home. Every day he would wait, patiently for my return from school, knowing it was our time together. I was always met with him barking in pleasure at the gate, I’d put on my walking shoes and we would go off exploring.

Freeway only knew one trick and that was, ‘sit, now paw’ we would shake hands. This trick my father taught him, he always thought obedience was important, like Freeway I didn’t care much for it. Why have a being that could only do something when you command him too? Not even God does that. Then you get angry when he follows you around waiting for the next command, angry why he can’t think for himself.

Freeway knew if he just lay there uninterested you would give up first and he would get fifty percent of the treats anyway, for doing what he wanted. I watched many a visitor try to command him over, even a dangling juicy bone hardly aroused an eyelid. That to me is self control, being patient and not running over prepared to do any trick for a treat or a pat on the back. He lived on his own terms, willing to endure the beating of civil disobedience for his own rights.

I was not as brave as Freeway and so spent many years doing tricks for treats. I grew up in the fear of obedience, which had the opposite effect upon my life, turning me toward disobedience. Obedience angered me and made me wrathful in confusion, to the point of self loathing and instilled in me a low self esteem. Even when I was correct, I was wrong as obedience seemed to have its own master, the one who carried the stick.

Over the past 10 years, I have battled to climb free of the cave and begun to disperse the dark mist that has encircled me for all these years. Striving to learn the most valuable lesson in life, the ones discipline fails to teach. The lesson of self-awareness, this I believe is the ability to question the reasons behind the motives of our actions. Society taught me obedience by deference; from Freeway I learned dignity by respect for oneself and taking the responsibility for my actions. The years previous to the last ten, had me in a constant struggle between obedience and self awareness.

What will follow in this blog, is me trying to walk in some very small paw prints which left great tracks in my character - to Freeway a great teacher and best friend a boy could have.'

Alex
Alexander Maxwell
This is the website of the poet Alexander Maxwell and his journey as a passenger on the rollercoaster of life. It has been created to present his work of poetry, photography and musings of the things he has witnessed. His life will seem ordinarily to some and less ordinary to others.

Thank you for stopping by.

“Woof, woof woof, woof woof woof, woof woof” Freeway

'My life began in a small town; it was a dry hot and dusty town. We had a swimming pool, which made a huge difference upon my early years of my life. The down side was that the country was in the middle of a war, a civil war. Although I was too young to remember the details I have forever re-lived the war, through the retelling of the stories of those times.

After the war we moved south as refuges to another country and once again ended up in small town, this one had a large paper mill which bellowed smoke and its pungent smell high into the air. If the wind was right it would blow directly over our house and submerge our home in the smell, similar to rotten eggs. Although this also had the great effect on the setting sun and created the perfect ambience for wonderful sunsets, like the smog that hangs over most of our cities. We lived on a hill facing south east, so for as long as I can remember to this day I have always loved watching the rising and setting of the sun.

I had a dog named ‘Freeway’ in this town, we were best of friends. Spending much of my youth together, walking in the bush near our family home. Every day he would wait, patiently for my return from school, knowing it was our time together. I was always met with him barking in pleasure at the gate, I’d put on my walking shoes and we would go off exploring.

Freeway only knew one trick and that was, ‘sit, now paw’ we would shake hands. This trick my father taught him, he always thought obedience was important, like Freeway I didn’t care much for it. Why have a being that could only do something when you command him too? Not even God does that. Then you get angry when he follows you around waiting for the next command, angry why he can’t think for himself.

Freeway knew if he just lay there uninterested you would give up first and he would get fifty percent of the treats anyway, for doing what he wanted. I watched many a visitor try to command him over, even a dangling juicy bone hardly aroused an eyelid. That to me is self control, being patient and not running over prepared to do any trick for a treat or a pat on the back. He lived on his own terms, willing to endure the beating of civil disobedience for his own rights.

I was not as brave as Freeway and so spent many years doing tricks for treats. I grew up in the fear of obedience, which had the opposite effect upon my life, turning me toward disobedience. Obedience angered me and made me wrathful in confusion, to the point of self loathing and instilled in me a low self esteem. Even when I was correct, I was wrong as obedience seemed to have its own master, the one who carried the stick.

Over the past 10 years, I have battled to climb free of the cave and begun to disperse the dark mist that has encircled me for all these years. Striving to learn the most valuable lesson in life, the ones discipline fails to teach. The lesson of self-awareness, this I believe is the ability to question the reasons behind the motives of our actions. Society taught me obedience by deference; from Freeway I learned dignity by respect for oneself and taking the responsibility for my actions. The years previous to the last ten, had me in a constant struggle between obedience and self awareness.

What will follow in this blog is me trying to walk in some very small paw prints which left great tracks in my character - to Freeway a great teacher and best friend a boy could have.'

Alex
Alexander Maxwell

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