Fucking Awful Poetry

Fucking Awful Poetry

Introduction

This is a collection of extremely flowery and sappy, sometimes funny, words penned in the emotional and untempered flush of my youth. Finding these is the digital equivalent of rediscovering an old shoe box of memories under the bed, dusting them off, and stepping back in time. And then your eyes going wide, your face turning red with embarrassment and exclaiming, “Oh my goodness, I can’t believe that was me!”

I wrote most of these within the space of about three or four years. It was just as I was first out on my own as a single man, and then into the years of my first love and relationship. Some are inspired by real life, friends and people. Some are just figments of creative imagination.

 

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Why Publish This?

It’s a window in time, a chance to experience the emotional turbulence of one’s first forays into the real world. Perhaps some of the things I have written will tug a heartstring. Maybe one will make you think. Maybe a couple will make you chuckle, if not by intention at least when you think WTF and leave you laughing. Don’t worry, no need to take it seriously. I don’t claim any great skill or design.

Also on that note, I tend not to follow rules of poetry very well. Because I hate rules. Silly things that get in the way when I don’t want them too. Also, I never trained in writing poetry, so I don’t know the rules. Perhaps it’s something I should look into.

Table of Contents

Part 1

    1. Uniquely Exquisite
    2. A Path Through Flowers
    3. Dear Fire
    4. Dear Rain
    5. It Takes Only A Second To Say Goodbye…
    6. Bonds in Time
    7. The Lights
    8. A Gift of Flowers
    9. Candy Cane

Part 2

    1. Her Bead Craft
    2. Proposal In The Magical Forest
    3. My Funeral
    4. Creation
    5. Sleeping with the Snake
    6. When The Chrysalis Opens
    7. The Library’s Jewels
    8. Memories
    9. Apple Pie
    10. To All

Part 3

    1. Feeling Alive
    2. Merry Christmas
    3. Friendship
    4. Thanks, Mr H
    5. Forever Without You, Forever In The Middle
    6. Novice Poets
    7. Marie
    8. Fate
    9. A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes
    10. Eulogy To The Elephant Man

Part 4

    1. Smooth Slopes
    2. To Ski
    3. Artists
    4. Apology
    5. Feelings
    6. On Our Friendship
    7. Almond Blossoms Ravaged
    8. Time
    9. Willows
    10. Fatherhood

Part 5

    1. Conquerors
    2. Share
    3. Fly
    4. Sleep
    5. Tango
    6. A Riddle
    7. Enough Sad Dreams
    8. Dancing
    9. Sand Dancer
    10. A Poet in Practice

Part 6

    1. The Call of Love
    2. Orion’s Home
    3. Thank You
    4. Friendships Like The Seasons Turn
    5. Adventure
    6. Punks Dancing
    7. On The Stairs
    8. Why I’m On This Journey
    9. Dream Girl
    10. Where Have All The Superman Gone?

Part 7

  1. Living in Man Made Shadows
  2. My Moonlit Sonata
  3. The Trouble With Poetry
  4. The Reason Why
  5. The Living / Dying World
  6. Bad Morning
  7. A Friend’s Birthday Gift
  8. Lonely Girl
  9. Tropics
  10. Faith In Ourselves

PART 1

Uniquely Exquisitesnow-globe-largethumb59951221

A crystal ball with a star inside
A million unique snowflakes sparkling within the jewel
The light now white, now red, now blue
So mesmerizing, so captivating, so beautiful

 

 

A Path Through FlowersFlower Lined Path - Nature Trail - Paved Trail - Spring Flowers

Tread softly amongst the lilies
We begin anew
Soft tender petals encased in ice
A rose in the snow blooms cold and bright

 

 

Dear Firecandle-flame

Flame so bright and hot,
Tell me a story, happy or not.
Of love of hope, sorrow or pain.
The sight of you is never the same.
With each little flicker and wave,
Memories ignite, these I crave.
You hold me, captured by a single eye.
Tell me a story and let my heart fly.

 

 

Dear Rainrain-13

Wash the world free
Caress ever so gently
Pitter patter and play
Dance, with me stay
Eclipse the tears on my face
I take comfort in your cool embrace

 

 

It Takes Only A Second To Say Goodbye…beauty girl cry

It takes only a second to say goodbye.
A word, a wave, maybe a last glance back,
Then that’s all there is, the end of the song.
A courageous friend, a lifetime lover,
A younger brother, an older sister,
Wise parents grudgingly loved, grandparents that spoiled you.
Tears may fall, hugs may ensue.
As you walk off alone,
Memories will come flooding back.
A good feeling, a warm light in the back of your mind.
Laughter and love, good times but never the bad,
A smile.
The day you first met, meeting them anew every day.
Learning from them and teaching them too.
Exploring their minds and hearts,
Tentatively at first, but interest growing until
You have an appetite for it that can’t be satiated.
Each new experience is a learning one.
People change constantly so there is always something new,
Something fresh to share, so you can never wait to tell,
But not before you have asked about them.
Your new ideas and old ones, your respect for theirs,
Your experiences and memories, your love and support,
These are the currencies of friendship.
Sunset walks through orange wheat fields, shared jokes,
Late night conversations about everything, shared secrets.
A thrilling escapade,
The terror of a scary moment enhanced
By grateful relief finding yourself safe in their protection.
Recall faint brushes of their finger tips as you drifted asleep.
That look of understanding lighting their eyes
When you are surrounded by doubters and those that don’t,
An ally in hostile or unfamiliar territory.
As your footsteps lead away you remember.
How your footsteps once climbed the road of life together.
Loyalty never mistaken, hands taken,
The strength of your grasp of each other.
Remember the school-yard bully bearing down on them,
Or how you were there when disaster struck,
And how you said ‘together we stand and together we fall’,
And stood there ready to fight by their side.
But most of all you remember how you could sit next to each other
On that worn wooden bench on the porch,
On the warm grass under the summer sun while buzzing bees alighted the flowers,
On the couch in absolute darkness when the conversation lulled
Dark because the sun has set since you started and
You were too comfortable to rise and turn on a light,
On the sidelines after the game finished, win or loss
You didn’t have to say a word,
Neither did they.
There you sat, accompanied only by the sounds of nature,
Together, and you shared
The enjoyment of simply being there with them.
You remember that wonderful feeling
Because as you walk on and,
Even when you can no longer perfectly recall the details,
In your heart,
They are still walking along beside you.

It takes only a second to say goodbye,
But it takes a lifetime to say hello.

 

 

Bonds in TimeTwo-Friend-Celebrate-Friendship-Day-Together-

Sunny skies come and go
Seasons blend and pass
Yet still our bond does last

 

 

The LightsThe-Brightest-of-Stars

The stars humble us.
Without them, we cannot
Feel that we are a part
Of a greater universe.
With our lights, our street lamps
Our giant skyscrapers,
Spears of brightness
Driving into the night sky,
Our universe shrinks,
Our ego expands unreasonably,
Arrogance breeds selfishness.
Without the stars, we cannot see,
The Earth we poison beneath our feet
The lights of Advancement
Blind us all.

 

 

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On a wooden windowsill cracked and worn and blanketed with dust
They rest elegantly in a used wine bottle.
The Toscano Bianco label bears a yellow vineyard,
The glass top shattered, sharp edges remain.
Careful, don’t cut yourself.
Morning light cascades through the emerald glass,
Stems now immersed in an Amazonian feel.

The leaves are all alike with diversity and distinctiveness.
Some pale, some dark, some with yellowish undersides,
Some are long and narrow, others short and round,
Some just in-between but all are hues of green,
All with exquisitely minuscule veins flowing
Like eight million tiny rivers
Filled with water, sunlight, and life.

Petals like undulating silk dyed snowy white,
Rich and brilliant pink next to a lighter one of the same.
The inside of each decorated with a spattering
Of speckles of red and dapples of maroon.
Motes the shades of blood, earth, and lemon sherbet
Float atop streaks of white,
As if living fireworks had exploded
From the center of each and is now held
In a magical stillness.

Some are bound tightly and hard in their sticky shells,
Others have begun to split and taste the moist breeze.
Many have burst out in a dazzling display
That astounds with wonder and excitement,
And we are washed over with a feeling of enchantment,
Of vibrant life in a scene of such magnificence
That the human imagination and manmade creation
Could never do it justice.
We marvel at how nature has graced the world
With these flowers of beauty.

Each day when the curtains open to the morning rays,
And the melody of bubbling laughter
Plucks a tune on the strings of the fresh wind,
These flowers will perk with a renewed energy.
The classic happiness that is dear _____ ,
The radiant smile on _________ ’s ruby lips,
The welcome hospitality friends find in their home,
Their love and beauty, all will sustain these spring blossoms
That we have picked in appreciation
Of their friendship.

 

 

Candy Canecandy-cane-crafts9

In a swirl of candy shaped like a cane,
Red follows white follows red in a train.
Have Christmas without it you couldn’t feign,
For your life would become immensely plain.
Deprived we go depraved, simply go insane.
One taste and it goes straight to my brain,
I feel energized like the great Tamerlaine.
My thirst for that sweet twist shall never wane,
It is also a favorite of my great dane.
This poem is really quite inane.

 

 

PART 2

Her Bead Craftbead_pearl_pony_beads_rainbow_colors

Mesmeric scene.

A dozen candles burn
Fiery ring
Emits warm scents
Each sentinel casting it’s eye
On the artist
Despite clear morning light
Beaming through the window
Refreshing dark green ivy and
Lush African Violets
A tired little teddy bear
Peers out the aperture
At the ladybugs at play on the sill

Bent in determination
Devouring her own concentration
At a worn wooden table
With a miniature loom
An indented painter’s pallet
Each depression brimming
With beads

Countless colours displayed
Representing
Every flavour, every feeling
Morning sky and night
Everything in between and below them
No larger than the head of a pin
Ninety six would fit on a rose’s soft petal

Blond tresses hanging
Around her elegant expression
She threads each bead
Stabbing it with a shiny needle
Collecting ten in a row
Sewing them
To the previous ten
The ten before that
And the tens before that
Onwards she stabs
Onwards she sews
While the sun performs
Numerous revolutions
Hundreds of rows form a strip
Fifteen strips form a masterpiece

So many tints and shades
Requires and so receives
Strategic precision
Meticulous calculation
Loving care

When done, she finally sits back
The muscles grudgingly relax
Brow like a tulip unfurls
She realizes just how tired
She really is

The fruit of her labour now lies
Atop her oak mantle
Above a roaring fireplace
The face of a Siberian Tiger
Watches protectively over the house

The tiger a guardian
For the woman who gave him life
Who gave him love and attention
As one would a lover
Who was there every day
Rain or shine, ill or in good health

Time, the most precious of commodities
Because mortality limits it dearly
She spent it en mass on him
He may return that love
In silence
But his beaded gaze never wavers
He is always as strong
As the passion that made him
He will never leave
Never betray
Incapable of negative emotion
He was only born with good

The fires of an imagination
Burning with passion
Fuelled with dedication
Let something wonderful
Flow through her clever fingers

To destroy is human, but
To create such beauty is divine

 

 

Proposal In The Magical ForestForest-Unicorn-magical-creatures-34131207-1280-800

Small boulders carpeted with soft moss,
Shaded under ancient trees that reach the sky.
Song birds sing sporadically in the boughs.
Blue appears amongst broken white high above.
In the center of that heavenly ocean the yellow sun doth lie.
An opening in the deep forest reveals a treasure,
A jewel of nature herself.
Diamond drops cascade down a waterfall,
Coalescing in a brilliant crystal pool.
In the pool’s center a stone rests cool and grey.
On a cushion of acorns and leaves stands a creature,
An otter, red brown fur and shining playful eyes.
A bobbing head and outstretched tiny paws,
Hold out a glittering object,
A gold ring with an enormous heart red ruby.
Behind the waterfall on the side of the hill,
There rests a once magnificent set of stairs.
Ancient and crumbling they permeate eternity itself.
When the stairs finally fall away,
The path steps into a garden of colors.
The bubbling brook that becomes the waterfall,
Follows the path into a maze of perfect hedges,
Each engulfed in fully blooming roses of a rainbow’s colors.
All around are animals at play.
Each kind in a pair, frolicking together.
Squirrels dance within the branches and
Sleepy raccoons wait for the moon.
Chatty bears make merry at the river’s edge while
Foxes tumble in a hollow trunk.
Cautious wild cats creep through fallen leaves,
Bearing white fur dappled in places with black and
Gleaming brown eyes with hints of smiles.
A small dog barks energetically and leads
Down the path it bounds, disappearing suddenly,
Startlingly birds into flight.
They flock and swirl around before heading for a cloud.
A clearing has found it’s way into the garden
Where two oaks grow magesticly.
They start as two then entwine and become one.
At their base bides a pond in which dwell many gurgling fish
Swimming under a canopy of radiant green lilies and
Two snowy swans drifting with heads together
Watching quietly is a noble buck with a grand set of antlers.
And a doe, her auburn fur rare.
In the middle of the clearing stands a man,
Dressed in white and kneeling.
His shirt is half open to expose the nakedness.
Of his heart and soul.
The ruby catches the noon rays glowing within it.
He rises and with pure joy playing upon his face,
He knows that with her presence here she has accepted,
His proposal.

 

 

My FuneralRIP-347-x-300

I am dead.
The last breath has escaped from these tired lips.
These eyes that have seen so much,
See no more.
Their vigil has ended.

My bones became stiff with the years,

Worked by muscles that faded alongside them,
Worn from the long journey that was life,
Walking, waltzing, running, climbing, falling, flying,
Always going forward.
Only the mind was able to travel backwards,
Where time had no meaning.
Knees were no longer able to bounce children upon them,
A back that bent with decades of wonderful memories,
Now rests straight on an elegant bed of oak.
Calloused hands traced with wrinkles,
Once strong enough to hold a grandchild high,
To spin and twirl the lady to whom I gave my heart,
To build a home to hold our treasures,
Once strong enough to hold you tight,
To sweep you away from danger and fright,
And carry you to safety,
Now lie powerless.

This body lies without life.
This heavy heart no longer beats with desire and love.
I can no longer kiss your lips,
And stroke your silky hair,
As we lie together in our bed,
Under the brilliance of the morning sun and our passion.
Your laughter can never again make me smile,
On those long winter nights and longer summer days,
Where we played and the children learned to live.
I infused my strength into your limbs,
I bestowed my humor into your laugh.
I gave light where before you saw only darkness.
Recall fondly my mischievous grin,
And the light that shone from the recesses of my eyes,
And how my head perked up,
When loved ones entered the room.

My life was my people.
The love of my children and their energy,
The passion of my wife in her embrace,
The strength of my brothers,
The wisdom in the hearts of my parents,
The fondness of friends in their companionship,
The adoration of my pets
I was complete because of your trust and faith.

Celebrate this day, for part of me remains.
From the earth we have come,
And to the earth I return.
The insects and animals,
Shall feast upon my flesh,
So that they might give birth to fresh generations.
My bones will turn to stone,
So that creatures will make of them a home.
The air I exhaled the trees breathed in,
As their roots now find prosperous purchase in my grave.

Even in death I am a provider.
My death gives rise to life.
I have spent my life in creation.
Creation of art and of thought,
Creation of life from my blood,
I now give rise to life that shall find nourishment in my remains.

I wish I could continue this grand adventure,
I can think of no more dignified a roles to play.
If I yet had a heart to break, it would break,
Knowing death will keep me,
From being with you.

With the valor I gave myself,
I was a champion in the trials of life.
I am a hero in the arms of death.
I am with you.
Always.

 

 

CreationRed Roses Desktop Background

The element of liquid life.
Fire from above
Collected in emerald veins.
Silken rubies bloom.

 

 

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Curled coiled
Wrapped in fuzzy warmth
She lies amid pillows and
Cushions plush and plump
But flannel and down
Are nothing to the worn blue ribbon ‘round his neck
The silky hair on his sides
And the velvety touch of his old skin

He twists and turns
Loops and convolutes
In comfort and dignity
A soft escarpment shields
This precious treasure
From the cold hard world
His felt tongue always hissing
And painted eyes staring
Keeping ghosts at bay
And the monsters under the bed

He is the keeper of her affection
And the keeper of her dreams
As she drifts into the night
On the threads of her imagination
Over fields of fragrant flowers
By the light of a silvery moon
On a midnight mare

Her skin soft in the candle light
She surrenders to the embrace
Peace arrives at the door
Befalls her face in this enchanted place
Greeted with pleasant memories
Alights the fallen lids of her blue eyes
Sweet delicate breath
Gently blooms with a vanilla trace
Into a contented sigh

“Sleep without fear, my dear”
His thoughts caress her ear
And let The Snake keep all woe and worry away
Rest in perfect bliss
Time without you takes its winged flight
A picture of tranquillity serene
The Snake is watching over you
Trouble is vanquished this wearisome day
Only elegant thoughts are here to stay

Goodnight

 

 

When The Chrysalis Opensspring-gardening-tasks227

Winter shivers and sheds his white fur coat
A fresh season springs forth to wash over us
Those things once dead or dormant
Begin life anew

Slivers of green poke up through softening ground
Tiny buds have appeared and in warm sunlight spilt
Sap flows freely within renewed boughs
Flowers bloom and leaves spread
As the stream bubbles by unhindered
We can hear it gurgle with infant laughter

A wee nip within the air, an air of creation
Carrying a vitality and energy into the wind
Carrying the taste of pine, of snow mold, of cherry blossoms
Inciting memories of long ago, of embarking upon new journeys
Excitement fills the air like lightning from an April shower
Rejoice at feelings of freedom
And stretch untested wings
No longer are you hidden but unbound across the plains
Dive into a world of colour, fly into a world of emotion

The birds chirp songs of love and it twinkles in every eye
Mother Earth rises from her bed and we feel her soft caress
Spring breeze a new born baby giving a great yawn as he wakes
The last of winter melts away and trickles down bared mountains
Past a stirring bear and her playful cubs
A wonderful light shatters and dissolves the clouds
Nothing but a clear blue sky

Good morning, Spring.

 

 

The Library’s Jewelsbooks

Magnificent pages of lore,
Dusty tomes full of words,
Great works of literature.
By masters of verse, song, and sentence.
So much knowledge and wisdom,
Share the human experience.

 

 

Memorieskpgc25-making-memories-r2

A picture can be turned into a thousand words,
A thousand words can create a magnificent picture.
Many notes can be turned into a tune,
Many tunes can create a beautiful song.
Together, they are our memories.

 

 

Apple Piedreamstime_m_24341337-apple-pie

Warm steam drifts slowly up and out of grandma’s window.
Carried in that thin stream are delicious baked apples,
And the heavenly scent of cinnamon.
Our nose tingles as the steam reaches it.
Our senses react.
Mouthes water and eyes open greedily.
Soon that apple steam is the only thing we can smell.
We glance around to spy for watching eyes.
The foreign gate opens slowly.
We creep out of view to the window.
The sill and its adornment wait enticingly, tempting us.
Our arms stretch upward, blindly.
Fingers close slowly around the warm dish.
A quick lift up and it quickly disappears.
We vanish from the house.
Sitting in the darkness of shady tree,
The green grass of summer surrounding us,
We lift it hot and steaming from the pan.
The fruit and brown sugar sauce melt in our mouths.
And no matter how good it would have tasted normally,
So much the better it tastes for our ill actions.
Mmmmm, apple pie.

 

 

To AllHero-material-graphene

To all those whose presence banishes the dark,
Whose soul is stronger than steel,
Who make this world a better place,
Who give their friendship freely,
Who give their love,
Who stand up for themselves,
Who stand up for those who can’t,
To all those whom songs are sung about,
To all those with courage and humility,
Let the world be yours and you become the world,
For you are the good, the brave, the greatest men and women

 

 

PART 3

Feeling Alivecouple-hiking-valley

Skiing glorious white mountains,
Climbing ancient cliffs,
Hiking long fogotten trails,
Swimming broad sea channels,
Sprinting hot asphalt tracks,
Stealing the bases in front of record attendances,
Plummeting thousands of feet through the air,
Diving coral depths,
Crawling dark, wet caves,
All with the best friends by our side.
Man, this is really living.

 

 

Merry Christmassexy_christmas_girls

Bells ring out
Choirs sing
Breaking the silence of fresh fallen snow.
An icy blanket of purity
Under a clear blue sky,
Held off by a fire ablaze in the hearth.
The crackle of wrapping paper
Amid holiday harmonies,
And the tinkle and tone of a busy kitchen.

Laughter
Sounds of joy
Sweet smells
A roast turkey

Memories are decked out
In Red, Green, and White,
Blue, Silver, and Gold.
They glimmer in the magic of love,
Sparkling with enchantment
And tingle in our hearts
As old and new come together.

I wish you bliss

 

 

Friendshipfriendship_is_awesome-HD

We are friends because we chose to be We.
Time is never been wasted when it is time spent together.
Friendship means sadness can be shared, and joy too.
Souls and hearts intertwine, trust absolute.
Old friendships are beautiful.

 

 

Thanks, Mr H(Thinkstock)

Direction is hard to achieve
Passion is rarely found true
I once was lost but know I’ve found
Something that gives me heart

In a world where the power of words
Has the power to raise children
And give voice to imagination and values
In a world where man has learned
To give beauty to his ideas
Made communication an art form
And taken the conveyance of the human mind
To further and greater levels
I have discovered a love for creation

I who am touched by art
Wish to show my gratitude to it
By becoming an artist worthy
Of another’s delight and experience and
Of my own desire to express and give thanks
For the experiences given to me

I have always loved this literary world
To delve into another’s dreams
To experience a piece of them through their art
But, before, I was only a casual, if frequent, observer
One day I discovered true passion
In the teachings of a great man
He showed me Tennyson and Donne
He showed me Shakespeare and Hemingway
He showed me where the love comes from
Why writers do what they do
Why such strength of the human spirit
Is found on the printed page
Imagination inked with heart and soul
And it is from him that I really began
Where my dream of artistry really started

I have found a culture of composition that I call home,
For now, only part time
But one day, I hope, professionally
I have found a way to express myself
Where the spoken word has failed me
Perhaps because I could not gain the courage
To voice it at the time it mattered most
Or because I wish to give tribute in such a way
That I cannot give spontaneously
And give it in a way that shows I mean it

For this gift of a key
A key that let me past the window
And through the door into this literary realm
I can only offer my thanks
And hope that in its simplicity you can see
My appreciation and
My gratitude

Thank you, Mr. H.
You’re a great teacher.

 

 

Forever Without You, Forever In The Middlechaos-theology

I am in the middle of a room.
CHAOS – I am surrounded.
Spinning whirling erratic all around me.

Four corners,
a corner
a corner
a corner
a corner
no escape.

I desire every woman I remember.

Here I scream there I shout inside the pain
Outside the compassionate void
Searching, the world a storm.
No end No beginning No middle

I desire every woman I remember.

I speak I think
I think as the words come tumbling out
In a roar, in a constant barrage of nothing nonsensical insignificance
As I try to say something
The nothing has just a little bit of something
And I Try
And I Try
And I Try
And I Try
And nobody listens because the roar has deafened them
Because they no longer wish to see past the noise
It’s to much effort to see inside
So much inside so much to share so much to give so much love
So much pain

I desire every woman I remember.

And I cry
And I cry
And I cry
And I cry
And nothing.

I have found a stillness.
It is not the warm fires of passion and
The bonding of my soul to another
But the frozen wasteland of loneliness
I see nothing but the chaos all around me
I see the madness of emotions
I see the emotions of madness
And I know I am the cause
My desire has consumed me.

I desire only an end.

On a cool winter’s night
With silky blackness crested with the pure white icy tears of dreams
You can peer into the emptiness that stretches forever
And reach out and feel the satin tendrils of sanity
Slip and glide and play through your fingers
Nothing more than a futile wave goodbye
Knowing you can do nothing to stop them drifting off
Knowing there is no one there to help
And so you watch them go
In silence.

Going
Going
Going
Going.

Gone.

 

 

Novice Poetspoet

Many a hand has turned to poetry
Many a thought or an expression conveyed
In rhythmic and unrestrained text
The inexperienced write always
As if our love transcends all
Rises above death
Encompasses the most complex
And profound words
In the end it all sounds silly, ridiculous
Children who think ourselves grand
The thoughts that flicker in our heads
Believed original and so important

They’re not really

How naive and full of the boldness of youth
How we are the center of our own tiny worlds
How introspective without experience
How we never care to see through another’s eyes
Walk a lifetime in another’s footsteps
We need to have that first true love
Not just an excitable infatuation and lust
We need to hold our mother in our hands
As she breaths her last breath staring into our helpless eyes
We need to read the works of thinkers long dead
Who thought all we have thought and more
We need to be more than introspective
To understand ‘why’
We need to see there isn’t always right and wrong
There are only society’s rules
And personal values
We need to understand that we have a future
And that as far as time goes
Our past has probably been a short one
We need to have been truly scared by reality
And not the shadows and the ghosts in our mind
Because anyone can be a hero
When only our imagination runs wild
We need to learn from all facets in life
Because religion does not hold all the answers
We must embrace science and art
To get a much clearer picture
Of the world’s machination
We need to dive into everything
Then sit back and watch it all again
Reflect and draw preliminary ideas
Then look at it from a different angle
Understand it from another set of values
Take life like an open book and
Learn

There is no substitute for experience
It is the substance for reflection
In our youth we often fail to understand this
Because so few of the old do.

 

 

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Oh sweet Marie, what can I say of thee?
Soft orange chair wrapped around your curled figure
Mellow sounds of the television a background blur
That look on your face,
Doubting my good intentions as I enter the room
A wary hello at my sly smile as I sit beside you
I lay on the futon, say that I already answered your crossword puzzle
I turn, and face a stone cold look of doom
Witty remarks and smiling sarcasm always at hand
Your conversation always intelligent, never bland
Unfortunately on Jerry Springer does the channel often land
Two clicks of your little red storytelling shoes and
On a grand adventure we shall fly
Drinking Coke-a-Cola slurpees
Its just a work of pulp fiction under a psychedelic sky
In high school they said you were shy
Hard at work I’d say and harder at play
You’re no one to be fucked with on any given day
You hate my camera with ferocious passion
But pictures I snagged of you in glamorous fashion
A fox at the winter formal
You can be a heartbreaking fortune teller
The guys tripping over you to be sure
You’re a pretty flower with a will one can’t bend
And I’m damn proud to call you My Friend

 

 

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Time is not mine to control
It plays through human lives
Like the wind plays through the trees
Like fallen leaves scattered and left to crumble
Time blows by and whisks away
Our hearts and ambitions
What brightness we have brought to the world
What colours made to shine bright and vivid emotion
What life we brought to the tree that is our family
The wind carries away that colour
The warmth has left and dullness slowly permeates
We twist and crumple with age
Pain is slow and we feel the wind freeze the marrow
Of our bones

With great fanfare, excitement, and the heralding of a new era
We arrived shiny and new
With all the other leaves that broke free
The warm wind splitting them soft and gentle
Revealing the tenderness inside and they displayed their truths naked
Before the elements
Fresh, we are flexible and strong and few break from our stems
The wind gives us life, it fills our very veins
But the wind takes back what it has given
Time steals tenderness and we become hard
Unforgiving as it makes us brittle and vulnerable once again
Until we are broken

The season ends without celebration
Winds pass by cold and harsh
Recall those warm summer days of yore
Or the mighty spring which ushered us in
Into a world which was seemingly ours to preside over
Deceived, it was all illusion
Time has taken our youth and we are together fading
A generation that grew together dies together
Brittle and bitter we fall
In this mighty forest that stretches forever yonder
We do so with great noise
The scratching and sharp crackling protest
It is Our sound yet the wind has heard it all before
When winter last came to stay

We crumble beneath the changes
That the world is undergoing
Because we could not change with it, leaves were not made to withstand
Not made to last forever
Their time has passed and with change begins the birth of a new generation
The fallen leaves provide nourishment to the tree
They strengthen the roots
So the tree grows taller, stronger for it
The next generation of leaves seem to be that much brighter than the last
Established pillars of the woodland community
Give rise to new saplings that push their way from the forest edge
The new generation grows without regard for the past
The old leaves lie apart on the ground, far removed
Recalling those days long ago
When the world was a new place for us
How jealous we are, forgetting that there were fewer leaves last spring
That they were smaller and that the tree bent much further in the wind
Old generations must give way to new in the circle of life

Time moving forever forward, forever repeating itself
Life forever in the hands of time’s whim
In flux and change that is inevitability
It gives life but for a short while then takes it back
So that it might give it again another day
Each new season a fresh start, a new beginning with greater hopes
Where the wind can play with the leaves but the tree is resilient
The next season bringing us closer to the sky
As the tree grows taller and more stout
Each new leaf growing on a stem that becomes a branch
Reaching forever higher
With time.

Our lives, the leaves
Lived
In the wind

 

 

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Fairy tales and dreams tantalize our heart
Our senses imagine with pent up energy
Sensations and Temptations with Escalation
Such excitement a beautiful treasure
A bazaar, a festival, a pageant
Of emotions running wild
The dreams drifting across the skies of our mindscape
Fairy tales weaving a tapestry of brilliance
With the tendrils of imagination
The strings of song
In adventure audacious we succeed
Failure ever overcome
On the wings of our dreams we climb the stars
The universe is our plaything
Limits we conceive
So we can rejoice in the pleasure
Of smashing them into sixty thousand tiny pieces

We sit with kings and queens, nay we are the royalty
Fly through the puffy white clouds, slipping the jet stream
Lungs filled in a defiant scream
The heat of battle flushing your face as you tear through the enemy
With a sword in one hand and a rescued damsel in the other
Riding the backs of fantastic dragons or stunning unicorns
Swimming alongside the dolphins in the balmy oceans
Cruising the depths miles below with the whales
Watching as wonders are erected in ancient times
Finding the answers to the most dazzling riddles
Did Atlantis really did exist in splendor and enchantment
And does life exist on other planets

Here in your fairytale universe she said yes
Here you are fearless
Here your dog still runs at your side and your cat still curls on your bed
The teacher liked your ideas and your marks were good enough
When you paint, it actually looks like what you wanted it to
And when you cook it tastes great
That bully was finally put in his place, you walk with head high once again
Here in your dreams, love finally comes
Two people passionate for each other without end
Who find no fault with your faults for you are perfect in each other’s eyes
Someone doesn’t crush a heart brimming with unreturned desire

Life and death are yours to command
With the hands of creation and destruction
For you the chaos is modeling clay
Imagination the greatest tool you will ever possess

The ability to dream is power unrelinquishable
A power best left unchecked, wild and free
So go ahead,
Dream.

 

 

Eulogy To The Elephant Manthe elephant man

John Merrick,
The sun has risen and the sun has set.
For all those not locked within those concrete shells,
Of society’s demands and rules,
Whose souls do not dwell within their own meager light,
For all those whose souls were touched by a greater light,
The light of John Merrick, which warmed our hearts,
Be consoled, do not lose that heart,
For John will never truly leave us.

As the sun rose, the light was pure.
But as it grew stronger , as the industrial age of man did,
Like the foul black smoke man’s creations eject that smothers the air,
Man has created clouds of fear and hatred for your unknown light.
As the superstitious and religious of old,
The light was given false origins, much like the sun.
But even as the source becomes clear,
And the growing spirit of Merrick shone ever brighter,
The clouds of man’s fearful emotions have covered the clear sky.
John’s human body was marred and flawed for it’s entire existence,
That sun’s light cannot fully radiate
For man’s thick clouds have stopped all but a few rays.
As the sun traveled higher and reached its zenith,
The clouds started to disperse though they never completely disappeared.
We watched and thought that sun could travel a little higher,
And we started seeing the mountains that mark the entrance to Death’s domain.
Without warning the sun disappeared behind those mountains of eternal darkness,
And the light has been forever eclipsed.

The clouds have gone for the source that inspired their creation,
Have left, having only gained welcome in Death’s abode.
Only a shred of light remains, burned unforgettably into our memories,
Adding to the lights inside us, making us brighter, changing us,
For no one can say that after meeting dear John Merrick,
His constant need to be one of us has not led us all to see within ourselves.

 

 

PART 4

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No new inches this night
The day had been warm
A wind springs up
The temperature falls down
Crystals of ice form everywhere

The sky is pale blue
The moon hangs like another world
In clear early morning sunshine
And air is crisp

The Rockies spread out in every direction
The valley laid out fifteen thousand feet below
Countless white flakes have obscured the stone
And the sense of danger grows stronger

Skis glide gently to the edge of the slope
The crystals crunching ominously underneath
Heart beats faster
Adrenaline builds
Head buzzes and muscles in a fever, twitch
Itching to fly

Slap
Whoosh
Swish
Here we go!

The precipice falls behind us
The groomed slope beneath
We fly faster
Tips pointed down
Speed picks up
Carve left
Edges bite the hard surface
Carve right
A small bump
We’re airborne
Knees compress
Quads flex
And we land
Trees shoot past

There are no deep thoughts here
The mind has become a machine
Simple, it navigates the dangers
Decisions made in split seconds

One mistake and this could all disappear
A tree, a rock, a thousand feet down the cliff
That divides the world only two pole-lengths away
And it’s breathtaking and heart stopping
And we wouldn’t give that feeling up for anything.

 

 

To SkiA skier jumping in the air

We are skiers
We travel the world in search of new slopes
New snow to carve
Cliffs to drop
Trees to scare

It is the energy of life’s impermanence
That propels us
And the threat of losing life
That renews our energy

Danger surrounds us
And we crave more
Some are puzzled by this
This risk and gamble with the gift of our mothers
But we do not fear
We embrace

 

 

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Beauty becomes beauty at the hands of artistic impression
Filling our souls with passionate obsession
Your creations inspire and invoke great emotion
Any magnificence that exists by your hand on the outside
Is only a reflection of the brilliance that radiates from the inside

Beauty becomes art in the revelations of experience
Gazing in awe I am dazzled and my heart swims in wisdom
I write engaged in turmoil of the soul.
The heart wars with the mind,
Rationality versus passion.

 

 

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She’s the doll I had the unfortunate temerity to harass
Making nothing out of myself but a bloody ass
I can see her exasperation right there next to her frustration
Watch out! This relationship falls into disintegration
How did I become so boorish and crass?

 

 

FeelingsSnow

New fallen feelings
Like a blanket of snow

 

 

On Our Friendshipman-dogs-best-friend

As I stride down this woodland path,
Listening to the chatter of the birds above
And to the song of the woman beside me,
I wonder.
What, I ask myself, is the colour of friendship?

It seems to me to be the colour of that brook
That bubbles and babbles and flows on by.
The water is pure and inviting,
A source of life for this forest, making it tall and strong.

Is the colour of our friendship green?
Like the pine boughs overhead
Reaching, stretching, climbing towards the sky
And Beyond.
The pine is a beautiful tree, but covered with sharp needles.
Know where to walk and how to pick the pine cones
Or you will get pricked.
Through the rough bark trickles a sticky substance.
The lifeblood of the pine is sap,
That when exposed to the harsh elements hardens,
Becoming a stone of preservation that lasts into eternity

Perhaps our friendship is the colour of the cerulean sky.
It has no beginning, but then again it has no end.
Sometimes a fluffy white cloud passes on by,
Sometimes an dark and stormy cloud follows behind.
Bringing a rain of tears, each one a different jewel
Sometimes falling – and we feel cold.
But warm winds always come
Sooner better than later.
And sunshine smiles find us once again.

We pause on our journey and sit upon a rock.
Is friendship this pale gray I see?
The granite is hard and unforgiving.
An unexpected fall,
And for a fleeting moment, it hurts.
The stone is not impervious to tears
It may take time, but sharp edges are turned smooth
And minerals are washed away to form something new.
Yet the stone is an ancient thing.
A million years have gone by and it is still here
And it will be here, a million years in the future.

We rise and resume our stroll.
Is red the colour of friendship?
Through a shaft of sunlight we see two red squirrels scamper and play.
High above they throw themselves from branch to branch.
My breath catches as one slips and falls.
By a single paw he clings to the fragile bark.
But before tragedy strikes the other is there.
She grasps that paw and pulls him to safety.
My worry becomes relief once again becomes worry,
She falls backwards as the branch breaks under their combined weight.
But he lands safely on the next branch below and catches her.
She saves him, he is there to save her right back,
And they walk away leaning on each other for support,
Him ready for her, her ready for him.

Our steps follow the bank of the brook and I glance down once again.
Yes, that brook is the colour of our friendship.
For I can see the dark green reflected in it waves,
Right next to the cerulean of the sky and the granite’s gray,
And the red squirrels flashing here and there.
Sometimes that brook whispers, sometimes it roars.
Here it flows fast, now here it has slowed down.
Seasons change and though the brook was covered with ice and snow ,
Winter has passed and it flows warm and free once again.
Abruptly it comes to the edge of it’s bed and cascades in a brilliant waterfall.
Spray and droplets catch the waves of the sun,
Refraction forming a Rainbow.

As we walk on by that waterfall,
We laugh and we talk.
I lean on her and she leans on me,
And we stride onwards.

 

 

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Tender lips an almond blossom
Petals unfurled curled in creamy sweetness
Those frosty eyes raw crystals
So delicate so intricate so elaborate
Their obscured depths hinting
At undiscovered country

When across those rosy plains a tears fall
They are of utter purity and immaculate nature
Like the melting of a glacier bubbling forth
Releasing airs of emotion
Until now not breathed by man

She is woman
She is Nature embodied

The hands of man were not totally unexpected
They are her children, after all
She knew they were different from the others
Rougher, stronger, and wherever they touched
The world changed

At first, man was gentle
He came to look, he smelt the air
And he treated the land with respect
She gave him what he needed
She gave him life
She promised him happiness

He was given much and in time he might be given more
Maybe he would be allowed to climb the mountains
If he respected the rivers and the forests
He could earn
The key of trust and journey to the Heartland
He would be allowed into the Sacred Valley

But man wanted more and he wanted immediate gratification
Give me the Valley, he shouted
No, was the disappointed whisper
So man became filled with anger
No-one denied Him anything for He was stronger
His machines were soulless but powerful
Lifeless yet able to defeat Life
He brushed aside the blankets of green
With his claws he laid waste to her family
Sweeping them away without thought
Stop this, she cried,
You’re hurting me!

I do not care! I am the Lord and everything before Me
I do with as I please.
He penetrated deeply, roughly.
Brutality is too kind a word for his actions.
To liken Him to a rabid beast
Is insulting to beasts.
He penetrated her valley,
And the rivers ran with the blood of the land
Tears gushed forth
And the land was rendered barren.

It took only a moments in the great scheme of things.
A moment and He was born.
A moment and He ravaged her
She has suffered at the touch.
The Lord has beaten and subjected her.
Man has raped His mother

 

 

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I am told the space-time continuum is a sphere
And that we sail upon its surface
If that is true, then time must be continuous
For a sphere has no beginning and no end
We were together in the past
And I leave you now, but
We’ll be together in the future someday
Maybe I’ll be with you exploring the galaxies
In some fancy flying space ship.
Maybe we’ll lie together in the trees as monkeys
Before man began
If we look far enough ahead can we see the world being born?
If we look behind us can we see where it ended?

 

 

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Weeping willow tree
Budding leaves fresh and tender
Unfurling into spring

 

 

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Not all fathers are wonderful
Some beat you, others leave you
Some can live their whole life with you and tell you they love you
But when you’re nineteen, tell you they are sick of being that father
And that they wish that they had never had children
Simply because you had a stubborn unwillingness
To strive in a school system you didn’t believe in
And now in your late teens he can’t imagine where you’ll go in life.
Because your father was stuck in his own lousy life
He cannot grasp that your life could turn out differently
Now he wants his children and wife gone so he can find a life he enjoys
But hey, at least he says he likes having you around as an equal

I have wanted to be a father almost as long as I can remember
I want sons and daughters for both knees and both arms
Happy voices everywhere
Hand in hand with my beautiful wife, I shall teach them
Teach them sports and languages and art
Teach them to love books and the outdoors
To love each other and others
Not to strive to be better than anyone, but
To strive to find your own personal best

These are pipe dreams I’m told, silly fantasies
He says I’ll never have this
Because life has a way of being unexpectedly ugly
I don’t believe it
I believe that I can make out of life anything I want
I want to dance the tango on my seventy fifth wedding anniversary
I want to have a great big family Christmas every year
I want my wife to hide the Easter eggs
So I can search for them with my children
I want good memories and laughter and love
I want my legacy to be wisdom that lasts generations

Doubt me if you will
Sneer in disdain at such foolish ambitions
Optimism is one of the keys of life
Lief is a hallway lined with countless doors of choice
Many people are unable to unlock many of those doors
Because they refuse to believe they exist

When I reach my one hundred and thirtieth birthday
You come and talk to me
We’ll discuss my life
I will judge whether I was happy or not
Whether I regret not trying to make myself part of the greedy elite
Whether I regret my family like my father before me
Whether my will states that I shall be buried next to my loving wife
Whether my children consider me failure or success
Whether I have any regrets about not sacrificing family and friends
To run the proverbial rat race

I hope at the end, I’m at our cabin
My wife and children barbecue a dinner of fresh caught fish
While the grandchildren and great grandchildren
Run and play in the yard
The sun sets slowly over the forest onto the lake
A rosy glow bathing all
A glass of wine in my right hand
A smile on my face
And everything is perfect

I think it’s a good dream, a noble dream
So I will make it come true

PART 5

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You can feel it!
The win is right there
Just beyond you fingertips
But still with in your reach

Feel your strength exploding in your veins
Your muscles playing in anticipation
Excitement is an electric fire that heats
Your heart and your soul

Don’t rage at another’s petty nature
Let them waste their energy, you will consume them
Feel the rhythm, taste the exultation
You are the champion
Defence or offense
You can hold them off and you can sweep them before you
This is your game, the opponents are only pretenders
Destroy them, and seize the triumph

With blood and sweat,
You earn it.

 

 

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Share with me your smiles
Share with me your tears
Together we’ll make the world a beautiful place
We’ll conquer all your fears

Open your heart to the world
But be sure to keep it strong
Listen to the Spice Girls
And you simply can’t go wrong

Your life is the playground you make it
Jump up, get down, dance up a storm
There you go, you’re a star
Grace us all with that perfect form

 

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Wings
Beginners luck
Independence

 

 

Sleeptired-workout-woman

How I crave the deepest rest
Muscles tensed need release
Bones stressed request
Silent peace

Thoughts heavy and dim
Swim dizzily inside
Please, a brief interim
I’ll crawl away from the world and hide

I move then ache
Want to submerge into a warm soft bed
Many hours before I wake
Such exhaustion my work has bred

 

TangoTango dance

Tear at the floor boards with your steps
Stir the dust from the ground
Its like your dancing on a cloud now
Never slow, only go faster
Feel the music beat
It pounds in your heart
Your pulse matches the rhythm
Faster and faster
Exultant cries fly from your throat
Your partner light in your grasp
The rest of the room is a blur
There are only the two of you
And the music that weaves it spicy web
Around this dance
There is heat in your limbs
There is fire in your eyes
There is passion flowing through your soul
The closeness, the twirl and spin
Lips briefly brush
Hips touch
Its making full bodied love
Breath short, skin tingling
So intimate and raw
This is the tango

 

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I have no straight lines
Only curves
I am soft and  flexible
Filled with pearly gems
You use me every day
What am I?

Answer: .elims A

 

 

Enough Sad Dreamssmile-through-tears

I have dreamed sad dreams
Long enough
Depressing themes
Make life dark
I only want happy things
Pleasant lark

 

 

DancingpoleDancer

Wild spirit and inhibition collide
Her dance is her voice
Her true strength revealed

I have rarely seen anything
So engaging and beautiful
As a women in the height of her passion

 

 

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Footprints lightly pressed in wet sand
Washed quickly away as the dancer moves on
She asks the waters blue
To unveil the feelings it does hide
Buried deep every evening tide
Does it catch the tears when the stars weep?
With a kick and twirl the dancer makes a splash
Dancing to the music of the breakers as they crash
It is a song that will never end
Though every day into the ocean do heaven’s jewels descend
The beginning of a bold moon, the shy setting sun
A place where lovers have their fun
And no matter where the dancer’s steps do fly
Whether she’s coming or going the ocean always waves

 

 

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They are the masters of verse and rhyme
Scheming pretty word sequences to last through time
The common man sees libraries lined with books
Each filled with wonderful works, if one looks
The common man though understands not
How hard it is to create that lot
You may think such beauty and mental agility
Comes with ease and natural ability
Effortlessly does the poet pen pretty pictures
Open hearts, filling minds with varied tinctures
Of greatness and heart
Of lovers torn apart
Putting ink on paper is not as easy as it seems
It is a struggle to properly portray your dreams
To make the pattern of the letters just right
So you can evoke the emotions and shed light

 

 

PART 6

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There is a vibration that sings in the air
It hums with a wild and passionate flair
I feel it sitting ponderously in my study room
I feel it’s call and it does my heart consume
The primal cords with beat in synch
With nature’s song just beyond the brink
Of civilization’s walls and human society
Beyond these confines a place of greater piety
A devotion to the glories of life
A place beyond the trifles of human strife
Where I seek out dreams more regal
Like the soaring visions of the noble eagle
Dispense with the conflicts of any flag
To roam the deep woods and jungles with the stag
Divine mysteries of time which I now have little notion
Grace and play amidst the waves with the dolphin
Gaze from the pinnacle surrounded by the entire world below
Like the proud rocky mountain cougar at rest in the snow
To gain great wisdom and dignity is my aim
Possessed by the elephants of the African plain
Seek the perception of the bird and the snake
To the emerald jungles I take
Forget about the worries humans mire in
As they wallow in self destruction
I want to be free and honest with all
Cast my fate and follow where the pieces fall
Open my heart to our original mother
Gaia, there is no other
Such experience I crave, wisdom and lore
She swells my heart to fill the ocean shore to shore
Through her eyes I see new colors and
Taste new flavors  as the grains of sand
In time’s hourglass without mercy descend
She’s a fantasy I wish would never end
My feet never quite touch the ground
Riding a cloud with these feelings we’ve found
I’ve taken her hand and we reach for the sky
Love is the greatest treasure for to strive

 

 

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A cold abyss, the deep recesses of space
A place where wonders after marvels chase
Rings circle an unknown unearthly place
Star that keeps our time keeps its own pace

Sit and stare at the nebula clouds drifting high
Notion of up and down dependent on where you lie
Black the absence of all but so many colors in the sky
Universe transcending gods, ever more of “Why?”

The ultimate region where dangers abound
Death follows eerily without sound
Countless life with scrutiny can be found
Beyond imagination it makes the heart pound

 

 

Thank Youthank-you-wallpaper

Your vanilla cake was exquisite
Here’s something in return
We enjoy your every visit
As your friendship we do earn

 

 

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I am less friends with you
Than I was in time gone past
I can see that there are people
More important to you than I at last
I am not angry and bitter but understand
Honored am I that I was given
An entire wonderful year with you in hand
I gaze out my window and see the fresh fallen snow
Fresh dusting of the dormant forests
Dreaming of the future when spring shall show
Heralding new friendships

 

 

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I delight in adventure
It requires bravery and persistence
A heart of hearts and scarlet passion
All the demands of heroism
Especially when engaging upon love
The grandest adventure of them all.

 

 

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I dance to the music of chaos
Hear the pounding rhythms of the universe
Bang my head with the ferocious beat of my hunger
Notes crashing through the room
I slam my body against other dark forms
Fanatic expression of heavy natures
Softer ears cringe in doom
At sounds of rage and anger and life
Blood is like wine
Intoxicating the fires within
Rebellions flowing free
These are the youth and the new
Products of radicalism and extreme
Bonded by commonality and fun,
The collective enemies of their elders
The conservatives with all the power
Bearing slavers yokes dragging us down
We are wild stallions and untamed mares
Sons and daughters Impatient
To take the world into our own hands

 

 

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My father shouting down at me
From above
I’m shouting back, confused
Why are we shouting?
Him speaking from arrogant height
Anger shattering the walls
An impossible distance between us
Yet both of us standing halfway
On the Stairs

 

 

Why I’m On This Journeyconversation

What’s the matter?

Oh … nothing really.

No, really, is something wrong?

Well … actually I think I’ve lost something.
Now I’m trying to find it again.

Was it very important?
You seem a long way from home.

Yes. It was very dear to me.

Was it a kite. I found one in a tree.
Or a key? I have lots of them.

No. It is nothing like that.

What did you mean you ‘thought’ you lost it?
Aren’t you sure?

It’s gone, for my heart is empty
And my soul is but a shadow
I still have hope, though
That is why I still journey

 But what have you lost?

The will to live.

Oh.
Then you are looking for …?

A reason to draw breath another day
Another heart to beat in measure with mine
A bright pure morning, fresh and new

Someone to love.

Someone with which to share my soul.

You have not found that person?

No.

But still you search,
Still you embrace hope?

Yes.
My footsteps follow the whims of the wind
Across great plains and rugged peaks
Oceans upon time I’ve crossed to find
That one true love,
Honest passion and pure desire
Each sunrise I see I believe that day shall be the one
And each sunset I swallow my disappointment
Push pangs of loneliness into the desolate gray mists
That cloud me inside
A heart that aches until it bleeds empty tears
Yearning for an emotion to fill it
Alas it has lain cold so long
Even hatred and anger and self loathing
Will not rest there anymore

Such sadness.
You are a tragic hero.

Hero?

Yes.

Why?

You have not lost all passion.
You persevere in chasing your dream
There is beauty in who you are
Admiration for what you do
I can only wish that when you fulfill your dream
That the other heart will be worthy
Of such a noble spirit as yours

 

 

Dream Girlman-dreams-bed

Tell me if this is strange
Whether it has ever happened to you

The miracle occurs when my body lies in a torpor
My breathing slow yet mind still active
With beautiful translucent emotions
As good as life, I meet a girl
Sometimes I know her in the realm of reality
Sometimes she’s a phantom of perfection
Inevitably my heart goes out to her
The miracle is that she also loves me
The feelings are so very real
An adventure, a passionate kiss

The haze disappears, eyes open to morning light
The love still fills my breast
Now at loss as I realize is was just fantasy
Even hours later before I forget
I miss that wonderful loving girl in my arms
It makes me weep because
Only in dreams has anyone ever loved me like that

 

 

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What ever happened to the days of yore
Where heroes crept to the fore
Of our dreams and daily lives
Cutting through the ordinary like hot knives
In shining white armor atop a gallant horse
Flying, invincible, winners of glory
Love the greatest treasure
Loyalty, perseverance, courage are the hero’s measure
The world is what you make of it, goes the toast
Heroes are the ones who made of it the most
Today we lay amid the squalor of our slothful ways
Revel in our weaknesses, strive to be common slaves
I refuse to be no better than the masses
I struggle against the tide until passes
This ignorant culture of waste without heart
Into dreams shall I set myself apart
Ride boldly forth swinging a sword of adventure
Letting death be my life’s only censure
Let the world’s experience my soul never wan
I’m going to be a superman

 

 

PART 7

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Plastic this, fiberglass that
Wearing a computer designed hat
Only thing real is your fat
An artificial world, technology has become a rat
Infesting real experience, overwhelming the cat
That was natural beauty, found now at
The video screen and injecting false
Chemicals and stimulants to race your pulse
Much faster at the sight of a digital girl
Molding yourselves a small world at some URL
Unknowing your own vision is limited, you whirl
Dancing as you sit and your electric lives unfurl
Skin never touches a sunny sky
You never again point to the stars and ask, “Why?”
The unpredicted never again gets you high
Fellow human contact dwindles to die
Together to become extinct you blindly vie
Ironic that to your own death hasten you try
With a sad look I see you people and sigh
But am too busy living to watch your end draw nigh

 

 

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I sit alone in a room
Pondering life
Stare out the window
High above the ocean
Amidst mountains and firs
Scratch idly at my young beard
Watch a winking star
The rhythms of my mind
Drifting along
Swirling and playing
To Beethoven and Bach
Each moment of my life
A cherished note
Together a string of wonder
Melodies so beautiful
Enchant me, the notes like gems
Each a sparkle this cool night
I envision women I’ve chased
Build new dreams
Pause my life
Sway gently like a reed
In the music

 

 

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These pages are so plain
Just black on white
Words on paper
So very inadequate
How I wish I could write
With colors and feelings
Play my mind in yours
Sound out the tempo of my heart
To your waiting ears
So you could really understand
Instead of just reading
Left to interpret or be told
What I am trying to convey
I give you
Only the skeleton of an idea
The intricacies are for
Your imagination

 

 

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I was asked the other day
A simple question
With not so simple an answer
Well, perhaps it isn’t so complex

I’m in search of a feeling
I’m in search of a song to play
Words to sing with spirit
I’ve got to find a sense of wonderful
A zest and energy with which
I shall pour in my veins like
A refreshing intoxicating wine
A drink I shall share with a woman
Whose lips smile for me
Whose fingers seek out mine
Whose eyes hold my everything

I left the icy wheat fields of Alberta
Crossed the greatest mountains
Swift rivers and dancing deer
Until the water reached the ocean
To study in the misty rain soaked air
Learn of the world in
One of the world’s crossroads
Vancouver, city of possibilities

They asked me, Why leave home?
Because Vancouver was West
To me, it is the direction of potential
The direction the legends went
Explorers and adventure seekers
Where Caesar marched his armies
Where Columbus sailed his three ships
Compass pointing to the unknown
Where imagination grows like wildfire
Where the exotic captures the heart

Now they ask me again, “Why?”
I see the shores of Japan in the setting sun
Canada a cliff to throw myself off of
Jumping blind into a different world
I want to open my arms wide and plummet
Headlong into something new

And if that doesn’t work I’ll leap again
Perhaps this time a little more south
Towards Bora Bora and Tahiti or Thailand
Perhaps I’ll hurl myself north, to forbidden China
And if I still don’t find what I’m looking for
I’ll turn a sharp heel and head south-east
Seek out Spanish decendents
Hot and sultry, yet smooth and wild
As are their flames of passion

I may find this elusive feeling
I very well might not
But I’ll do my damnedest or die trying
And make sure I enjoy the ride
Exhilarate in the fall from known into not
Until I undertake the most mysterious
Final voyage of them all – Death
But still I’m not letting go of my hope
Because whose to say I won’t find it even then?
At the very least Caesar, Columbus and I
Can put our worn feet up by a hearty fire
Pipes in hand and let the stories regale
Laughter and memories flowing with sweet wine
Joined now and then by new adventurers and old
Until someone decides we have come to the end of time

 

 

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In mortal danger
Live so many beautiful creatures
The slippery fish and the fearless shark
The keen-eyed osprey and the fluffy rabbit
Noble caribou and hungry wolf
Hunting tigers and chattering monkeys
All animals have
A place in nature’s chain
Each natural death a careful piece
Of Gaia’s living puzzle

Humans have left the puzzle
In their arrogance and ignorance
Fled the garden of paradise
Selfishly strive, carelessly drive towards
Goals that slowly wilt, shrivel and dry up
The great universal habitat
Damage rate slow by human standards
Is a deadly flare in geological time

Will humans return to nature?
Or will they destroy themselves?
More importantly will they take
The rest of Earth with them
Leaving another dead rock
Drifting amongst the stars?

 

 

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I woke up this morning in a
Rush to get to work
The sky was cloudy, June air more like April
My father woke up angry with me again
I opened a letter from my best girl friend
It was the first one
So far this summer that
Didn’t begin and end with a happy face
Two lines long it stated my
Previous message was too strange to be funny
I have offended her somehow
I drove to work under dark skies
I even hit a bird that vainly tried to escape
But my car is a merciless machine
Just like my life
Now my heart feels like it’s being squeezed
I want to curl up into a ball and just cry

 

 

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Heads leaning on each other
Gentle warm night
Stars glowing above
Below rest two friends
Lake’s cool liquid a refreshing swim
Now rest half dressed on the pier
Embrace and face the reflections near
Small town skyline on the mountainside
Sparkling over the depths where Ogopogo hides

 

 

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Always alone
From my perch on the balcony above
I see her there down in the courtyard
Where lovers should be dancing
It’s a sensuous summer’s eve
Jasmine thick and sweet on the ocean breeze
Stars, brilliant jewels surrounded by emptiness
The sight of her below fixes a tear to my eye
How cruel and unfair, to treat one so innocent
They torture her pureness, put barbs in her heart
She is confused and hurt
Why do they shun from her?

I can see it on the faces of the other girls
How they are flawed and ugly in her presence
How they are deeply green with envy
When all the guys notice her first and foremost
And more often than they
Their jealousy is worn like a hideous mask
And I have only contempt for them
They leave her without true friends
Without someone to understand
Without the kinds of secrets and laughs
That a woman only shares with other women

The men, on the other hand, are all cowards and fools
She is the focus of all attention
But she’s so superior in heart, soul, and body
To any other woman
That no man amongst them feels adequate
So they gaze from afar, stutter and run when she approaches
Leaving her to feel ugly herself
No one has ever told her how beautiful she is
What a crime

 

 

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My dreams reside where flowers grow
Under coconuts and breadfruit
Banana trees and pineapples
Where molten magma meets
The cool tranquility of the Pacific
Crystal pure waters cascade through jungles
Parrots call from the shade
Of an ever-warm sun
Set in an ever-perfect sky
A beach that washes away all your bad memories
Leaving every day a new beginning
Time doesn’t stop here
It has never arrived
The very idea of beauty, it’s basic conception
Is personified here by this island cluster

 

 

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When I was a little child
The world seemed so vast and unknown
My wonder was great
Wild oats yet unsown

I surrounded myself with books and song
Tales of good versus evil
Right from wrong

Heroes and champions arose on pages and in verse
Bearing strength and wisdom I quietly yearned for
Little did I know these were both blessing and curse

For to a child’s eyes, heroes seem models indeed
Of virtues the world is so desperately in need

And of how life with its challenges should be led
But I grew older, I found disappointment instead

If it is a hero’s qualities we seek
They can be grown
If it is wisdom we want
We can make it our own

We can reach for the stars
Fly higher than high
We can push our inner most limits
To anxieties and weakness say goodbye

All this I did
I thought life won

But as ignorance is lost
We become aware
Of greatness’s cost

The taller we stand after conquering fears
The compassion we gain by smiling through tears
The more often we rise after being knocked down
Refusing pain or even to frown
The more clearly we understand life
Understand our ability to overcome strife
Disdain mediocrities
And listen to Socrates

The more we become alone

Puzzled we are when we look at others
See that strength and wisdom
Are lacking in our brothers
And that compassion and love
Are absent in many mothers

Where is everyone’s high self esteem?
Why can’t they see the things that I’ve seen?

Where is their drive, their ambition to grow?
Why do their hearts always sink so low?

The world’s filled with all they need to grow wise and strong
Why do they choose to lead lives so wrong?

I share, I sacrifice, do I believe in them? Yes!
They too can know success

I smile, I teach how not to have lives so scrappy
So that they too may know that they deserve to be happy

But on deaf ears my words fall
No-one wishes to hear it
The more I try to give
The more often I hit a wall

For in themselves, they do not believe
In themselves they have no faith
Hope they have themselves abandoned
Branded themselves failures
On each other and themselves, they have
Given up

Give up I will not.

If you do not have hope, I will place my hope in you.
If you do not have faith I will have faith in you
If you do not have strength, I will show you how to be strong
If you lack wisdom, I will show you how to be wiser

This thing called life
Is what we make it
Our potential is high
Future where we take it

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