I had a dream
To live in the mountains,
With a dog,
A black border collie to be exact,
Become an author,
Write a book
Hang out in that mountain.
I had a dream,
That one day
I'd go on a road trip,
Just me and my best buds,
Just living a life
with no worries at all.
I had a dream
That I'd grow up happy
Don't care about the money,
Don't care about the stress,
I had a dream,
You crushed it with a
That's never gonna happen
Because you're gonna spend
Seven years studying
Being all techy,
You won't have time for your
Stupid little dog,
Or your mountains,
None of that would
Your road trip?
You'll be spending time on the road
Towards the city,
Where you'll go to work
Where you'll suffer
For the rest of your life.
Your worst idea
Is growing up being
Happiness is when you finally become
But that ain't never gonna happen to you,
Success isn't for lazy pigs
Who cause parents to split apart,
Who ruin lives,
Who dream of stupid dreams
Like living on mountains
With a dog.
You're gonna stay this way,
Perhaps be my little servant one day.
You wanna talk about dreams?
Well my dream
I have one last dream,
It still lives on
It grows bigger and bigger
It's the only one left,
That I still hold onto
To save someone
From a car accident,
I pray it's soon,
I pray it's now.
I'll prove you wrong,
And I'll finally die
i want to run away somewhere quiet
where my hopes and dreams cannot be trampled on
where my future doesn't scare me
there must be more
than these four walls of high school
it will get better than these dreary summer days
than this hot, toronto weather
i'll go somewhere isolated and rainy
just me and my thoughts and nature
where i can hear the mountain sound
i will go so far away that the voices of my generation
cannot judge me for being myself
where i can dance in the morning sunlight
without being laughed at for loving a new day
there is a place for me in this world of wonders
i don't know where yet
but it's out there and i won't lose hope
i will someday find my perfect somewhere
(1.31am | j.g.)
i am a product
from a ghastly array
of tv shows
and teenaged drama
if you would like a re-run
of last night's
i'm at your service
i am a product
if you want some fashion advice
because i dress
log on to
they'll tell you
what i would
because everything i wear
no matter how weird
i wear because
they told me
i am a product
i do not
think for me
i have an iphone
that has replaced
the normal functions
of my brain
it remembers everything
i know everyone
all the time
i'm so connected
i'm plugged into
i am a product
of this society
and a lovely
I AM A PRODUCT OF THIS SOCIETY
and you all should really stop blaming me
for being a social deviant
for being unwilling
to this new normal
and this isn't
just because a billion people
do this shit
it doesn't make it
doesn't make it
i will not hold onto your tail
and follow you
because you don't know
where the fuck
if we progress
one more step
we'll all be
one of those mornings
where I want to lay on the floor with my legs in the air
where I want to smoke cigarettes as skinny as arms
where I want to wear dark sunglasses that spell out
and these shades would allow me to be callous
and my apathy and I could make snide remarks
you little fucker
Boy, I hope you can smell my contempt over there.
You deserve it. But I don't really care anymore.
I don't dislike many people, but if I could do it,
I would tell you that I look upon your character
with the same adoration that I would hold for a
parasite-infested rotting mountain of rat feces.
Which is to say not a lot.
Which is to say I dislike you.
It's just one of those mornings,
where I want to stop knowing you, and wish you wouldn't know me.
where I want to do something, but you see, I can't feel a thing, for you.
I have nothing for you, really,
I am fresh out of fucks to give.
I don't regret anything since I learned a great deal.
I wouldn't say I was heartbroken, just exasperated
by your contrived and un-authentic dumbass-ery.
I am better than you. I put on my darkest shades,
I laugh when I remember that this sunny morning.
Sometimes life presents challenges,
which at the time may seem small,
but instead, appear insurmountable.
Finding true love is one of the hardest
tasks that humankind, as a whole, faces.
Many see love as pure fantasy,
reciprocal, requited, and unconditional,
as true love is meant to be.
This kind of love brings contentment,
and internal peace, which can be unlike
any euphoria you have ever felt.
This love intoxicates and exhilarates.
It will lift you higher
than the tallest mountain,
and make you feel fuller
than the deepest ocean.
This love will make you feel whole,
and complete, with the
joining together of two lost,
lonely souls, once wondering adrift.
in an union that fulfills.
But, for a select few, this ideal of fantasy is
more of a reality filled with heartache.
That same reality can bring us to our knees,
and the pain alone can smother us,
to the point of not being able to breathe.
Then comes the constant cycle of hurt,
emptiness, and anger, which draws us back
to the source which has caused such emotion.
It leaves us begging for the pain to stop;
sometimes making us yearn, to once again, be with
the one who has caused us to feel such turmoil.
It is an addiction unlike any other,
caused by the fear of being alone
and starting anew.
We now find ourselves
sacrificing our own self,
to maintain a sense of familiarity and safeness.
Not realizing, but instead blinded by memories,
that this reality is showing us that it
was just not meant to be.
It takes time to mend a broken heart;
time on our own, to discover our true self-worth;
time to realize that love will find us again.
We will encounter a struggle, unlike another,
to overcome our fears of distrust and vulnerability.
Many lessons will be learnt, along the way.
But, with strength and perseverance,
all of the time spent healing,
will open our heart to a brand new beginning, one day.
First, we must realize, that deep within our own self
lies the ashes of our once brilliantly burning heart.
Only with time, will our pain become manageable.
Yet, we will always wear
the scars of a love gone bad,
as an embattled soldier wears his own, from a war lost.
But, choosing to not allow this to consume oneself,
is a true challenge, in itself.
In the end, deciding when we have had enough,
is what will allow the reopening of our heart.
We must learn, to not allow the pain to truly hide
the one thing that lies right in front of us – opportunity.
Sometimes this opportunity,
is a new love, that is more fitting than the last.
A new love, one that will ease
the loneliness that
envelopes us like a blanket;
a new start with someone who can
love, respect, cherish,
and adore us,
more than any ghost of our past.
We all have the power to turn
our reality into fantasy.
However, never lose sight,
that even true love is not perfect,
and neither are we.
We all make mistakes; we will disappoint.
Not all of us will possess the means, or desire,
to hurt another on purpose.
It is the search for a soul, that mirrors our own,
which will be the hardest struggle.
This struggle can be won with one true fact -
not all people are alike.
Once we open our mind, and our heart, to this,
all fears and inhibitions will melt away,
as the sun melts the snow, in early Spring.
With this sign of rebirth,
our new love will be unlike
all we have experienced before.
But, we must never allow our past
to dictate our present,
which will ultimately decide our future.
We must find that power within ourselves,
to overcome the reality,
by embracing, and enjoying,
the new adventure, and path,
we are about to undertake.
Vicki A. Zinn
Your skin glitters in the moonlight
While my body is on fire from the thoughts
Of where this is leading to.
If someone put a thermostat between us
They’d think we’re smoking, baby
But you can’t douse this heat
Because our love is as deep as the sea
The bushiest mountain is no match for your sword
I’ll be there waiting at the summit
I’d say I could wait forever
But we both know we’ll be dead before then
When our bodies have decayed away
We’ll find each other again
Where we can have a much more cosmic experience
And, baby, when that time comes
The galaxies will quake
The Willow blocks the passage
To the mountain side,
Where Burton Halton and
Eleven other children died.
It was late September 1884,
When a sudden, violent snow
In from the northern mountains
And the Nalin Pass did blow.
The wind was a lonesome howl
That swept the craggy stone,
And left a kiss of somber cold
That scarred the brittle bone.
The school had let the children
Out at a quarter past -
They had a little touch of sun,
But the sunshine did not last.
They did not know the gale was coming,
They could not see beyond their own,
That sometimes it takes but a moment
To change the life of heart and home.
The storm staggered o're hill and valley
Blocking out the suns warm rays.
The sky a shadowed, bitter dark
With intermittent shades of grays.
They had never seen such angry cold
Reach in so quickly and take hold,
With brutal force and cruel breath
Bury Autumn in sixteen feet of death.
The snow fell wet and heavy,
The wind a piercing squall,
So bent and fiercely hostile,
Til they could barely see at all.
Perhaps the hail, perhaps the thunder
Frightened them and forced their hand,
To escape the cold and bitter vile
Haunt that blanketed their land.
Still, why they scattered as they did,
Why they ran and why they hid,
Remains a mystery to this day,
And shall ever more remain that way.
Copyright © 2009 Richard D. Remler
So you're saying you're proud and
Grateful to have so much freedom, opportunity and wealth
Well, I'm not.
Sociocentrism is an ugly, unnatural state
Everything we have takes away from someone else
We try to pretend there's no connection, that the plight of others is cause by their own failing
That we are deserving
Convinced that this is all here for us
We take and take and take
But every terror we inflict on anything "else" is a terror upon the self
We protect our so called civil liberties with wage slavery, chemical abuse, and ecological terrorism
Profit baby, profit über ales
Well congratulations to us
This is nationalism at its finest
No, I'm not fucking proud of it
If you want to take credit, be my guest
Just ask India about policies of profit over regulations, about denim and dye and death
Ask Mexico about farming, their take on the "Fair Trade Act"
Ask the rainforest if it remembers what it was like to have trees
Try to find an Arawak to ask anything
Ask 63 countries what it feels like to have a US military base keeping watch
And what would happen if another country tried to build a base on this soil
Or maybe ask why you never learned shit about any other country
Much less about your own
Back in History class
Survival of the fittest, you say?
A dog eat dog world?
Alright, let's play
This country is overrun by dogs, that's true
But honey, we're not eating any other dogs
We're eating poison and calling it food
While our leaders give Monsanto handjobs under the table
We are "the world's leading nation" and we're dropping like flies
No, not dead
Just into hospital beds and prison cells
Our country is filled with poverty, racism, violence, and terror
Not to mention obesity heart disease depression anxiety and PTSD
We're over-medicated malnourished and spiritually starved
We're pissed off at a whole lot of bullshit
That means nothing in the scheme of anything
Fully engaged in the myth of a two-party system
Even though most of what we see and hear is merely distraction
Thank you, media, all 6 of you big beautiful monoliths
I'm so lucky I have the opportunity to be informed!
We're a nation divided by details
While our leaders run in circles pouting fat fingers at each other
Engrossed in this thing we call "politics"
I'm really glad you're proud
They say ignorance is bliss
But I think it's more like a shiny polyester suit
Holding together a parasite infested mess
Sitting in a recliner after a hard days work of trying to stay afloat on a mountain of debt in a drowning economy
Bottles of medication on the table, GMOs in the fridge
Quietly doing what they're told
Never wondering why
Falling asleep to the glow of the TV whispering fear and terror, us and them, buy and buy and buy
The sweet purr of "freedom"
I knew you were damaged and broken
But I never knew how much
You hid it so well at times
This thing with us was new
I couldn't tell at first how hurt you were
There came a day
When we went on this special date
You surprised me
By taking me out to the country
Setting up a beautiful scene
In front of a mountain view
Under the stars
For a while, all was fine and normal
Then, tears started out of your eyes
You became so angry
Before I knew it, I was on the ground
Shellshock and dumbfound
Part of me wanted to get up and fight
The other part knew you never meant to
My face already feeling the ramifications of the attack
When you saw what you had done
I had never seen such horror before
Your eyes so wide
Kneeling down and tenderly grabbing my face
Punctuating each with I'm sorry
Trying to console and reassure you
It was alright
But we both knew it wasn't alight or okay
You needed healing
When I got home
Making you sure you were gone
Before I went in alone
Trying to hide the injury under my hat
Run to my room as fast as I could
Without looking stupid
He was coming down the hall
Asking how things went
I replied then went on
But he could tell; he could see things weren't okay with me
He blocked my way
Then gently lifted my hat
Much similar to your reaction, he responded with horror
Wide eyes, confusion and then realization
Anger came right after that
I knew he was going kill you
Putting my hands on his chest
Blocking his forward passage
Telling him the situation
Almost yelling at him
There were things he didn't know
That I did and understood
Then the door bell rang
Suddenly, desperation was replaced with horror
I knew exactly who it was
……And so did he
I don’t want the world,
just a mountain and some waterfalls will do,
oh yes, and a tropical hideaway
with a palm tree or two,
an outrigger canoe
If only I can find you again.
Mike T Minehan