Of all the things that I could write,
why poetry do you think?"

Is not the answer obvious?
It's cheaper than a shrink!

I wish I was Canadian
so this could be my game
But here I stand in GM place
And scream and shout the same

I watch the puck, the stick the skates
and marvel at the skill
As gladiators prowl the ice
Hunting for the ****

Across the blue the offence moves
bearing down once more
A pass, a fake a sudden slap
it's in the goal we SCORE

The crowd goes wild and shouts with joy
our voices become one
And in that moment, I join their ranks
I am Canadian !!!

Winter and spring
play hide and seek
upon a frigid breeze

Mother natures
tug of war
brings mankind to its knees

The howling winds
cross frozen waters
cut us to the bone

Melting snow
and sprouting bulbs
shows we are not alone

And finally
the battle won
tween seasons old and new

Release the thoughts
of things gone by
for life begins anew

Tell me how you used to feel
Don't hold back the truth
Was I the first love of your life
Or just a fleeting blush of youth

Tell me how I made you feel
During the time we shared
Through the storms that came along
Could we have better fared

Tell me how your feelings changed
That I might understand
The reasons why it is you chose
to let go of my hand

What if, too late
I see your smile
For the wonder that it is

What if, too late
I forgive the past
for a moment that just is

What if, too late
I apologise
and overcome my pride

What if, too late
all of this happens
once you have left my side

Incomplete, is how I feel
sitting here alone
Incomplete is how I feel
knowing you are gone

Incomplete, the world is now
that your smile is gone
Incomplete, the world is now
death taking you was wrong

Incomplete, your life is now
you never will grow old
Incomplete, your life is now
a story never fully told

I am a person torn in two
by what his life should be
a constant contradiction
a battle inside me

I am a person who is scared
of being all he can
the fear of success
grips this humble man

I am a person who needs help
advice on what to do
and that is why I write this verse
to ask for help from you

There is no love that hurts so much,
As one that goes unknown,
Despite bereft of nurturing,
Immensely it has grown.

There is no love as hurts so much,
As one that's unreturned,
A passion so intense, confined,
It's owner simply burned.

Let me be your sunshine
Let me brighten up your day
Let me take your winter blahs
and chase them all away

Each day I wake, open my eyes
The first thing that I do
I breathe in deep, and wrap myself
In memories of you

For at one time, when I would wake
You would be right there
And I would pull you close to me
Our life had not a care

But then things changed tween you and I
You no more could believe
That I could be the man for you
And so you chose to leave

I blame you not for what you did
I know that I was wrong
The choices that I made for us
Caused all to be undone

So now my life's a dusty shelf
and nothing lingers there
But memories of you and I
Your eyes, your skin, your hair.

And when that breath I take no more
the pain at last disposed
a new chapter starts within my life
The old one finally closed.

Nothing in life is constant.
Nothing stays the same.
This moment is as fleeting,
as the falling drops of rain.

And just like every snowflake,
each moment is unique,
and tumbles now into the past,
as do the words I speak.

Try not to capture days gone by,
or live in glories past,
but live always in this moment,
and this moment will always last.

we sent our soldiers off to war
trained to fight and fire a gun
if only we could train them
to deal with what they've done

no matter what the cause
or the reason for the fight
they are left alone to learn
how to make it through the night

for war is such a brutal game
that no one ever wins
and each and every player
gets haunted by their sins

and when the final battle ends
and one side says its won
for many who survive the fight
the nightmares just begun

Is my life all that I deserve
or are things about to change
destined to live below the curve
aiming for that which is out of range

Or is everything not as it seems
not destined here to stay
to have come true my childhood dreams
to finally get my way

It all boils down to my beliefs
and if I believe in me
then everything I know inside
will one day come to be

And so it is with all of us
we can always make that change
and move our lives above the curve
where nothings out of range.

I sit and stare at an empty page
An actor in the middle of an empty stage
Nothing to say, no one to thank
My lines forgot, my mind gone blank

And the longer I stare the less I see
as if today naught will come from me
See my mind is cluttered with everyday stuff
Is the stove on, laundry done, the dryer de-fluffed?

I close my eyes to quiet my mind
Hoping some inspiration there to find
But alas none of the idea-fish have bitten
And all that I have is this page I have written

All it took was a suit in DC with a word,
on the back of a lie that everyone heard.
We were sold on the threat of mass destruction,
a war just to fuel our massive consumption.
"We're giving these people democracy no less"
but when we stand up and raise our voice in protest,
for our brothers and sisters that die over there,
it gets spun in our face to make out we dont care.

Whilst Wall Street and senators sit home and get rich,
my brother was killed by a bomb in a ditch.
Why do we let those with nothing to lose,
be the ones who decide, be the ones who choose,
what happens to children other than their own,
who go off to fight but dont always come home?
The world is in chaos and everyone's right,
but can't even agree on the cause of the fight.

So we sit here at home by the phone and TV,
just waiting to hear and just waiting to see,
a glimpse of our loved ones so far far away,
or their voice telling us they survived one more day.
Fear not my brothers who leave home shores,
to fly round the world and fight in their wars,
you are as much in our thoughts as you always have been,
long before yellow ribbons and magnets were seen.

One day you'll be home and back in our lives,
our brothers and sisters and husbands and wives.
But sadly not all will come home alive,
in caskets with flags on dead heroes arrive.
And I pray for justice for those that we've lost,
that someone will answer for this terrible cost,
that one day war will be a thing of the past.
Let the world live in peace, and a peace that will last.

An empty scroll
Quill inscribing words
Poetry is born

I know at times there seems no point
No sense in going on
You think you have no more to give
that you'd be better gone

But look back not so long ago
to the last time that you smiled
Do you really think that that alone
does not make life worthwhile?

And what about three weeks ago
when Sarah made us laugh
so hard we almost peed ourselves
would you rather have missed that?

Now think of those asleep upstairs
all safely tucked in bed
How happy do you think they'd be
to find you here, dead?

I know sometimes life can seem hard
sometimes with no way out
but you have the love of friends like me
of that there is no doubt

So put away the pills my friend,
climb down from off that ledge
Dont make the choice to leave today
Let me lead you from the edge

In years to come you will look back
perhaps upon this night
and think kindly of your closest friend
who drew you back toward the light

Every time I start to cry
I choke away the tears
for fear a dam may open up
thats held firm all these years

So many tears remain unshed
from chapters in my life
called forth by joy and sadness
by pain and bitter strife

One day I know I will let go
and it will all come out
and better i will be for it
of that I have no doubt

So if you see me shed a tear
please hold me while I weep
for chances are the tears will fall
til I cry myself to sleep.

In solitude I sit
quieting my mind
with peace and stillness all around
my inner self I find

A tranquility so beautiful
A silenced deafening roar
of normal life that carries on
beyond this temple door

Colours vivid, vibrant hues
a clarity unmatched
shattered like glass the moment that
the door became unlatched

Try as I might the moment lost
at least for now it seems
My meditation gave just a hint
a taste of the serene.

At times in life we settle
for whats available, whats around
Then we meet our one true love
And its time to settle down

But come the end, when the guy upstairs
balances the book
Its to settle one last time
Its time to settle up

It is with time our wisdom grows,
It is with time our sorrow goes,
It is with time our hope ascends,
It is with time our hearts will mend.

What is this light that lives inside
and makes us who we are.
What is the sense that guides us home
when we have wandered far.

What is that thing unique to us
which others seldom see
The thing that make you alone you
and makes me alone me

Be it our soul, our guiding light
our place is not to know
But rest assured t'will always be
with us where 'ere we go.

In the dark she sits alone and waits,
Wondering if tonight,
Will be a night like all the rest,
That ends up in a fight.

So many times she's got it wrong,
And felt the sudden sting,
Of his left hand across her face,
Punctuated by that ring.

Is it her fault, did she do wrong,
Not knowing what to think,
She tries in vain to keep the peace,
Is it him or just the drink.

What happened to the man she loved,
To whom she gave her life,
That makes him think he has the right,
To do this to his wife.

In the dark she sat for one last time,
Determined that no more,
Would he lay his hands upon her so,
And claim she is a *****.

For when his arm was raised up high,
And anger filed his eyes,
She took her chance and put an end,
To his hatred and his lies.

Alone she sits now in the dark,
Reflecting on her life,
And how the cell that now is home,
Was delivered by that knife.

But in time she knows she will be free,
And hopes and dreams and prays,
That waiting on the other side,
A life without those days.

If Monday were a poem
it would be short and terse
Disorganised and cluttered
not a friendly little verse

If Tuesday were a poem
much better it would fare
Over the words that went within
I'd be inclined to care

If Wednesday were a poem
it would be full of hope
the week is halfway over and
we climb back down the rope

If Thursday were a poem
looking forward it would be
dreaming of the weekend
and the joys that it will see

If Friday were a poem
t'would be happy, bright and gay
for work is finally over
and now its time to play

If Saturday was poetry
as frequently it is
Then I would sit alone and write
A poem such as this

But Sundays where this poem
comes to a natural end
For tomorrow will be Monday
and it will start again.

I watched you pick the pieces up,
and carefully set them down.
Where no more harm could come to them,
no more in tears they'd drown.

I watched you carefully wipe them dry,
and blow away the dust,
with love and tenderness your tools,
you cleaned away the rust.

And then I watched you take each piece,
and work out where it went.
And soon my heart was whole again,
'cause of the time you spent.

And finally I watched,
as you brought it back to life,
with the words that you would love me,
that you would be my wife.

And now my heart is strong again,
your presence makes it sing.
Now I give to you the rest of me,
together, with this ring.

What is this place that we call home
Its different for us all
No matter just how far we roam
We always hear its call

Sometimes it call is very strong
And difficult to bear
We find ourselves missing it so
And wishing we were there.

But with each day that passes by
We learn to realise
That home truly is not without
But carried deep inside.

Sometimes I sit and just reflect,
look back upon my life
And consider all the moments
as they pass before my eyes

People they have come and gone
but some have stuck around
And they're the ones I'll treasure most
'til I am in the ground

Lessons they have taught me
each and every one
And for them I am grateful
I love them every one

I have friends that I remember
and friends I now forget
Experiences both good and bad
but none that I regret

For all the things that I have done
have brought me this place
Where I sit now and look back
at how I ran the race

At times I've looked out on the world
from a less than happy place
I have loved and I have lived
You can see it in my face

So thank you all to everyone
who's path my life has crossed
You became part of my journey
And stopped me getting lost

I wish that I was Paris,
Rihanna or Britney,
Then people wouldn't pass me by,
They'd stop to look at me.

If only I was pretty,
then I truly would be free,
And wouldn't only feel some love,
When it got took from me.

I made myself be sick today,
And all those bad thoughts went away,
No longer did I feel so fat,
It wasn't nice to feel like that.

So why is it, I still can't be,
Like the girls in books and on TV,
If I lost just a few more pounds,
My life would have more ups than downs.

But now I cannot see so good,
My body has betrayed,
A life I just wanted to live,
But sadly threw away.

Whatever made me think,
That settling would do,
Did you settle for me,
Like I settled for you.

We live as flatmates you and I.
I'm you cook and I'm your maid,
But this is the bed I've chosen,
And in it I am laid.

Our relationship it has no love,
No passion, no desire,
Was I really so naive,
To expect a sparkless fire.

Is it time for me to walk away,
Before it is too late,
To find the love this woman needs,
To start with a clean slate.

Oh how I wish that I could just,
Get up, walk out the door,
But duty, guilt and vanity,
Keep my here once more.

I pray someone will find me,
And give me what I need,
The strength and love to make the change,
To reclaim, what is me.

As winter wraps our home once more,
and blankets it with snow.
I plead with you to stay a while,
do you really have to go.

I’m sure that we could work things out,
our problems can be solved.
It makes no sense for you to leave,
walk off into the cold .

But as you leave and don’t look back,
the tears fill my eyes.
And the icy cold of winter,
starts to come inside.

This house is no longer a home,
all life and warmth have gone.
And so I too decide to leave,
and start elsewhere alone.

I lay my heart to rest one day,
so tattered and so bruised.
For although he had served me well,
he was not enough you.

He lay there for so long a time,
neglected and unused.
Without a love to nurture him,
a wall around him grew.

Alone he sits now in the dark,
exiled without crowns.
Yearning for a worthy queen,
‘fore he in sorrow drowns.

He clings to hope through day and night,
not knowing what to do.
Wondering if his fair queen,
could possibly be you?

My spirit is a handsome man,
noble, tall and strong.
My spirit knows just what to say,
and ne’er gets it wrong.

My spirit is of what you dream,
at night while far away.
Alas my spirit is not me,
I fear is what you’ll say.

For I am just a mortal man,
who’s heart is tired and worn.
Who speaks of love and noble things,
and greets alone the dawn.