brothers keeper

He knows that I know that he knows
That’s why we don’t care when other people think they know
Only one brother
Got no other.
Two sisters
All from the same Mr and Mrs.
His my friend. Hard to reach,
Yet there for keeps.
Let the rhyme subside…

A typical Cancerian, extremely sensitive, can’t stand confrontation.
Cancers are the deeply emotional, who are smooth and confident on the outside. Must be where the nickname ‘silky’ came from.
Also known as..Lanis, Matt, ‘the conda’ (don’t ask) brother bear and Lanny.
Eats everything in bread, dislikes sleeping pills and milky coffee.
At times my diary and reality keeper. At times the only one who understands me, then doesn’t get me at all.
Not a fan of liars, snakes, coriander, and alarms, loves cheese, preferably the platter…dressing gowns, hip hop music, sunglasses, double denim, chocolate bars, fancy dress and Mary poppins.
Usual suspects, and Crash among favourite films, into footy, his phone, holidays, and music festivals. Not afraid to wear pink, or speak from the heart.
Loved backstreet boys and Boys II Men growing up, and I never once questioned his sexuality. Brought up in a house full of woman and girls, may give you some leeway into the successful track score among female company.
A loyal friend, a sense of humour, athletic and assertive.

Introduced me to vegemite and avocado which I swear to God he started, now it’s some well known fact that the two rock together.
Much like as on a night out, our energy and quirks balance one other out, and entice admirers.

Used to cook me eggs in a cup in the microwave- yes I know, don’t dis it until you have tried it, I thought my big brother was a freaking genius.
Taught me to kick a footy (after many attempts), stick up for myself, play tetress, who Santa really was, and why Humphrey never speaks.
Tried many times to clue my logic towards chess, gambling and math but it would have none of it. Adore that he simply tried.
Used to do movies at least once a week, and we would see everything thanks to his free hook ups as one of the Village Cinema team leaders. Met Usher in that time and has too been in the presence of the Queen of England!
How times have changed, how doors have opened, how proud I am

I miss our closeness
I miss our childhood
I wish I could remember more of us as kids
I understand life can get in the way.
I am lucky to call this love my friend I am lucky I can call at all

Bubbles baths, holidays, hard times shared, easier to cope, the cone to my ice cream. Would be A dribbling mess, without him in my life.

A heart that accommodates for so much compassion and affection for nieces, nephews, cousins, and the like. Like me, totally in love with family.
Successful at what he does, club owner, event runner, thrower and defiantly a catch. For a day I know he would love to be a break dancer, or Denny Crane (Boston Legal.)
Jeff Kennet, Richard Branson, Elvis and our father among his heroes.
Never into violence- but if you do something wrong (to me) he will kill you.

Encouraged me to sing, a thanks permanently inked on my wrist and heart.
Sure I was his little punching bag through them adolescent years, but we made a deal when he turned 18 he wasn’t allowed to hit me any more. Since then body contact only consists of hugs and love and the occasionally back crack.
We have our own little way to do it, which most freaked out by the sight, butno one else can perfect quite like us and we know what we’re doing.
Ambitious, all round ladies man, (I am being generous with the loose ‘lady’ title here)...loose though many have been, when his with a lady of his heart he is all gentlemen.

Shared dreams and encouraged impetus
No room for people with bad manners, in fact you are an instant ugly.
Liars mean about as much as the last pieces of bread in a packaged loaf.
Very little at all. Disregarded. Destined for the trash.
This coming from a lover of bread.
Into fine dining, and cafes more so for breakfast, the sports and business ends of newspapers, into knowing the weather, what’s on in Melbourne, and the one to call for directions.
Forgive the cliché but knows me better than I know myself at times, perhaps some how a little psychic.

A pillow to cry into, fall asleep on, part of my jumbled, re arranging feng shui.
Part of my memory, creativity, and what drives me to be better.
I know life’s busy
I know I am sensitive
I know my brother better than the disco talk
I love that regardless how I feel, he is adored
By men women alike, no amount of time behind those doors can take away from the moments caught in precious photos, adored and scattered through out our parents place.
In a time and place where innocence was still threaded in our clothing.

Thoughtful, kind gift giver, art work, jewellery, musicals and leather goods!
Words of mockery, that know just how to stir my watery belly
Words of clarity to help level my untamed mentality
Words of rationality in an endless, exhausting attempt to tune my scattered mind
He loves that I walk on the other side of the footpath, he worries that I live in the dreamtime…that I love too hard, too fast and trust human beings far too much.
In his words ‘naivety’ in mine ‘mistrust’

I miss our closeness
I miss our childhood
I wish I could remember more of us as kids
I understand life can get in the way.
I am lucky to call this love my friend I am lucky I can call at all
I am humbled in the thought of our relationship
I am truly my brothers’ keeper.