There must be a hidden room
Somewhere in my house
thats full of all the stuff I've lost
(I think twas stolen by a mouse)

I bet he goes to sleep at night
on a bed made of odd socks
and wakes up to a wind charm
made from keys and old padlocks

In the corner nickels and dimes
are all neatly arranged
and that Canadian Tire money
I never got to exchange

The charger for my cellphone
prob'ly makes a decent chair
and my old shaving mirror
gets used when he does his hair

Scraps of paper line his walls
with shopping lists and names
and numbers now forgotten
yet its me who gets the blame

So all this stuff that I once had
but can no longer find
will no doubt become mine again
when he's gone and its left behind

I see you there,
yet I can't speak.
Cos to look in your eyes,
just makes me weak.
My tongue gets so tied,
and the words disappear,
the ones that I want,
to whisper in your ear.
The ones that would tell you,
just how I feel,
not the ones I make up,
but the ones that are real.
And yet when I see you,
I turn walk away.
So you have no idea,
I'm too frightened to say,
that you're all I think of,
and how I fantasize,
that one day you'll sit there,
and look in my eyes.
And holding my hand,
you'll make me feel strong,
and give me the courage,
to know right from wrong.
All the doubts in myself,
that are holding me back,
the feelings of inad-
aquecy and lack.

On the bus on the way home,
and sat in the park.
I dream of a meeting,
with you and a spark,
that goes off between us,
and you feel it too.
It would certainly make this,
easier to do.

But the chances of that,
are incredibly low.
To meet you,
I dont even know where to go.
So I sit on the bench,
in the park and I write.
Dreaming that one day,
one day you just might,
happen to be ,
in a place we can meet.
Maybe here in the park,
or out there on the street.
That I'll have courage to speak,
and together we're drawn.
So we'll talk to each other,
and romance is born.

We'll find a small cafe,
drink coffee and tea.
I'll ask about you,
and you'll ask about me.
And we'll be there all day,
or as long as it takes,
surrounded by teacups,
coffee and cakes.
And time will fly by,
like you wouldn't even know.
and the man at the counter,
will ask us to go.
He's already stayed open,
that little bit late,
but now it's nine thirty,
and he closes at eight.
With a wink of his eye,
says he knows where we are,
at the start of a journey,
he hopes will go far.
So as we walk out together,
into the night,
I look in your eyes,
and ask we might,
continue tomorrow,
this thing that we do.
Where you ask about me,
and I ask about you.

I close my eyes and there you are
and suddenly it aint so far
the distance between you and me
for now remains eternity

Until the day I leave this place
an empty vessel in my space
my spirit freed to soar above
and be again with you my love

Sometimes I catch sight of you
out of the corner of my mind
A ghost from recent past
I fought so hard to leave behind

And sometimes I catch your perfume
on a breeze that isn’t there
And so no matter what I try
I must accept that I still care

But the memory I long for
the apparition of my choice
is the one that never comes
will I never hear your voice

To hear your voice just one more time
know it’s my name that you said
would prove to me that I’m alive
although so much of me is dead

I wonder if you’re haunted
by what was and still can be
By the choices that you made
and if your ghosts look just like me

The memory of you,
still haunts me every day.
Mental images of you and I,
that just won't go away.

Sometimes they are a comfort,
and others not so much.
The scent of you still lingers,
as does the feeling of your touch.

I struggle to find memories,
of things I used to do,
that do not contain such ghosts,
that are not of me and you.

Since you left it has been difficult,
to move forward on my own,
but instead of just diminishing,
these memories have grown.

I need someone to come and save me
because then and only then
will the ghost of you be exorcised
freeing me to start again

I think the world has gone insane,
on the brink of suicide.
We pollute the air were supposed to breath,
and in our SUV's we hide.

There's people starving in the world,
so we grow corn for fuel,
and let it rot over taking a loss,
'cos were nobody's fool.

We're ignorant of the balance,
Mother Nature's systems need,
so we try and fix what isn't broke,
by genetically modifying seed.

And now the earth is fighting back,
trying to save herself,
from this pesky little virus,
thats needs back on the shelf.

And years from now when we are gone,
and she is back on track,
the only thing we left behind,
was all this plastic crap.

I walk along beside you
each and every day
watching over what you do
listening out for what you say

Advice I try to give it
and yet it goes unheard
It's like I speak but you wont listen
not even to a single word

It's probably the same
for all parents just like me
it's hard to make children listen
it's hard to make them see

It hurts to know you cry at night
as you go off to sleep
to hear my daughter sobbing
to see the tears she weeps

If only you could talk to me
I could help I'm sure you'd find
But instead the words always the same
"Hey Dad, oh, never mind"

But now as you sit in the churchyard
I hear you ask me why
but no more words can you get out
before you start to cry

Why is it I'm so useless
as you sit here all alone
and shed tears at the graveside of...
just who's name is on the stone!

Oh my god it cant be true
please say it isn't so
Is the why that you were asking me
why I had to go?

Another grey day.
Is summer over so soon.
To think we complained.
Its too hot, its too humid.
Be careful what you wish for.

I thought I understood your pain,
please forgive me, I was wrong.
There was once a time I would have,
but I see now its been too long.

To see the tears well in your eyes,
brings me crashing to the ground.
To think I am responsible,
causes guilt just too profound.

I did not say the words I said,
to try and cause you pain.
But to comfort and console you,
give you shelter from the rain.

I came to say goodbye to you,
and to bury my lost friend,
'cause you never know how short life is,
until you reach the end.

So please forgive me leaving
for its time that I was gone
I will carry you both in my heart
so you'll never be alone.

"Good morning, hope you have a wonderful day"

When said by you those words become poetry.

Let me in so I can write poetry
in the goosebumps on your skin
And tell a tale of where we are
and where we did begin.

My kisses would form letters
in a braille that briefly lingers
That I might read as I go along
with the light touch of my fingers

Let me in so I can write poetry
in the goosebumps on your skin

Anyone need a heart?
Cos mine up for rent
It's not being used anyway
Thought I'd give it up for Lent

But then I figured what the heck
I'm sure there's someone who's in need
I'm not asking very much
Just got bills to pay and mouths to feed

But it comes with some conditions
precautions if you will
Be sure that when you give it back
at least its beating still

You shouldn't have to be too careful
its got tougher over time
Why should you risk breaking yours
you can always just break mine

It always seems to fix itself
eventually at least
But for now the vultures of my past
have had their final feast.

So come on folks, who wants a piece
oh didn't I explain
In the time it took to write this
it got broken once again.

****** thing, where's the duct tape...

A boy who chases two balloons,
catches neither one.
Pursuing more than you deserve,
will see you left with none.

Tuft of winter coat
Snags upon an open door frame
Escapes the new brush
Tumbles upon hardwood floor
til captured by the old brush

As darkness falls I lay in bed
I see you, there you are.
T'was not that many weeks ago
I saw you walking to your car.

Memories of that awful night
replay inside my head
The midnight knock upon my door
to tell me you were dead

And as the tears flow down my cheeks
and I hate that I'm alive
Despite everything we have been told
I chose to drink and drive

I don't know why I didn't stop
I knew it was too late
I figured I could make it home
then get my story straight

I'd been home barely minutes
when they knocked upon my door
as guilt and grief consumed me
I collapsed upon the floor

I know that nothing I can do
can ever make it right
I would gladly sacrifice myself
to undo that fateful night

But now I lie in purgatory
as the cell door it gets slammed
the consequences of my actions
mean I am forever ******

For even when I leave this place
and I'm free from prison walls
I have to live with what I did
and I'm not sure I have the *****

So if I choose that I should die
don't let any tears fall
but make my death a lesson
a lesson to you all

Think twice before you have that drink
Thrice before you get your keys
You don't want be the one to bring
a parents,
childs,
or spouses life,
crashing to its knees.

I gaze upon your headstone
and think about your life so brief
you left this earth so very young
leaving us awash with grief

What could have been so terrible
that death was your best choice
I guess we'll never know now
as you chose not to raise you voice

If only you had told us,
talked to me, or mum, or dad
Would it still have been so desperate
would it still have been so bad

I fight against the anger
lest its colour make me blind
But what about the rest of us
the ones you left behind

The ones with all the questions
whose answers we'll never know
Why did you choose to leave us
Why did you have to go

I pray one day I'll have a dream
in which you'll come to me
And explain what was so terrible
so of this guilt we will be free

"Spare some change?"
you hear me say
but the voice in your head
screams "Go away"

Or you see me there
and cross the street
so you dont have to come
within thirty feet

You look down your nose
at people like me
yet you have no idea
who we used to be

How we were like you
that you probably doubt
but its a trip not far
to going without

It starts when you lose your job
and the money stops coming in
and all of a sudden that buffer
is starting to wear real thin

Then the money saved
becomes money you spent
and you sit there at night
working out where it went

You behind with the mortgage
but not very far
then all of a sudden
they're taking your car

Now you got no job
no means to get round
and hope starts to slide
to that hole in the ground

And next thing you know
you're out on the street
with suitcases and boxes
right there at your feet

And suddenly famlies
are all torn apart
and words fly like daggers
right into your heart

and next thing you know
you are truly alone
with no one to lean on
and no one to phone

and then when you start
just trying to survive
to sleep through the night
and wake up alive

and the friends that you had
are not friends any more
crossing streets just like you
to stay away from the poor

Those heels, that skirt, the top
tell me where does this vision stop

The posture, the pose, the lips of a rose
is it me or did things just get hot

Those eye's to die for, the lips to lie for
running fingers through her hair

As I look around, there's no heads to the ground
all anyone can do is stare

As her hips start to sway, and the band start to play
every man with a pulse holds his breath

Possessed by the dance, has us all in a trance
as she dances between *** and death

They say work is hell
But with air-con on the fritz
Hell is where I work

Happy feels like Candy Floss
when you're 6 and at the fair
or like a trip go see grandma
but not until you're there
Its like that perfect cup of tea
with a biscuit on the side
Or the big hill in the winter
and that long toboggan ride
Its walking on the beach
with a lover hand in hand
or finding mermaids tears
hidden in the sand
It's finding money in your pocket
that you didn't know you had
Flirting with a stranger
and being told you're "bad"
Happy can be what you think
what you see or say or do
But the bestest kind of happy
is the kind I get from you

Why do we choose to talk in riddles
and hide behind the rhymes
Conveying cryptic messages
confuses me at times

Sometimes I wish the phone would ring
that it was something you would do
saying listen to this honey
cos this is meant for you

Then there would be no ambiguity
no mixed messages or missed cues
You should know you can say anything
nothings at risk, nothing to lose

I would listen to all you had to say
answer honestly and true
Be impartial whenever possible
and confess when unable to

Lets not hint in rhymes no longer
lets be blunt, and show our hands
pick up the phone and dial the number
toss the coin see where it lands

Look at all the things you "hate"
did you really have no choice?
Or could it be what you despise
is your own lack of voice?

Our lives are ours to shape and mould
into anything we please
but to merely be a passenger
brings us surely to our knees

We hate the way that this turned out
Or we hate the things we did
So choose a different path next time
stop pouting like a kid

Not everything in life goes well
or turns out how we planned
but all the thing that go astray
carry lessons in their hand

So no more talk hate for you
its just a lesson yet unlearned
next time make a different choice
and walk across the coals unburned

Just what is it that scares you
is it the fear of something new
is it the fear of something less
than what you're looking forward to

Is it the fear that just perhaps
things may not be all they seem
or the fear something better
or something in between

Or perhaps its expectations
that you put upon yourself
or that by choosing something different
you could end up on the shelf

I say blow away your fears
let chance lead you where it may
after all its chance that brought you
here to read all this today

And that didn't work out so bad did it?

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

Not all heroes are perfect
suave and debonair
with bulging chests and six packs
square jaws and perfect hair

Sometimes they say the wrong thing
make the simplest of mistakes
thats just how it is in real life
cos real heroes are not fakes

They're not knights in shining armor
who ride a pure white steed
that come galloping to your rescue
in your hour of desperate need

Most of the time they're everyman
they may even be your friend
you'll know it when it hits the fan
and they stay until the end

They help you clean up after parties
they try to do whats best for you
and if they ever get things wrong
remember they're just human too.

Hiding behind foundation
trying to stay out of the light
hoping nobody will notice
they've had yet another fight

She hates how she has to explain
they dont get that he works so hard
and really, I mean, he does have a point
just look at the state of the yard

In future she's gonna try harder
and give him less cause to complain
and really, I mean, he does have a point
she did forget chips for the game.

But she's beginning to think it aint right
to be beaten til she's black and blue
So she tells him she's had enough
gonna leave and move somewhere new

Now she's hiding behind the curtains
I guess the neighbours heard the shot
and really, I mean, he does have a point
over his dead body or not.

Is it best to fight the fight and lose
or walk away intact
Is there victory in battles lost
just because you chose to act

Is it possible to lose something
that you know you cannot win
'Cause when it comes to you and me
that's just the place I'm in

There's so many things I want to say
but I'm sure you don't want to hear
And that alone is all it takes
to have me paralyzed in fear

Your smile's enough to light my day
when everything else is dark
You came in and blew my world away
with a tiny little spark

All of this I'd say to you
if I thought there were a chance
That we would take each others hand
and so begin to dance

But I don't know if there is music
I hear no singer and no band
And I'm scared to death of standing there
alone with my outstretched hand

Maybe you'll happen cross this page
and read what I had to say
And on that day I guess we'll let
the chips fall where they may.

The demons mostly come at night
while he's lying in his bed
they feed there in the darkness
planting seeds inside his head

Questioning his every thought
casting doubt on all he does
raising fear and uncertainty
about the ones he loves

But he cannot fight the demons
for they cannot be seen
And never does he wonder
why it is he doesn't dream

Why unlike most when our eyes close
and sleep carries us away
he doesn't relive memories
or dream the perfect day

Instead he gets no rest at all
and wakes exhausted every day
after hanging on til overcome
hoping to keep them all at bay

But in those few dark hours
true havoc it is wrought
as deeper is he punished
by every little thought

He lacks the voice to cry for help
and writes poetry instead
to stay awake just one more hour
and keep the demons from his head

Once upon a time
I gave a piece of me to you
which you treasured for a while
then traded in for something new

But the pieces I had left
could not rebuild the loss
I was somehow incomplete
left alone to face the cost

And as time marched slowly on
the wounds became all healed
until I met somebody new
loves painful truth once more revealed

So now I face a choice in life
what to do with what is left
do I lock the door and lose the key
'fore I am totally bereft?

But even if "the one" shows up
is there any way to know
if she can put the pieces back
and will the missing ones regrow

Too many questions I now face
but answers I have none
So I guard the pieces carefully
hiding from the sun

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 !!!

The lightest touch,
A whispered glance,
Each time you take my hand.

A gentle squeeze,
will stay with me,
while I'm in foreign lands.

Side by side,
I walk with you,
although we are apart.

Your hand will always be in mine,
As you are,
in my heart.

As I sit upon the porch swing
and the sun does warm my bones
my mind begins to wander
to the places I've called home

From North America to Asia
and countries in between
so many different cultures
and wonders have I seen

People I wish I'd known longer
others I'd wish to leave behind
Some in which I lost so much of me
others with purpose yet to find

I know I will not stay here
but for now I guess will do
as I sit upon the porch swing
waiting to build a home with you

Home is not a proper place
has no address, no fixed abode

It may not lay along a certain path
or at the end of any road

For each of us its different
what makes it so we cannot see

For myself I know that I'm not there
whenever you are not with me

My home exists within your hand
when it is wrapped in mine

When our bodies come together
a warm embrace, legs intertwined

Geographically speaking
home can be here, it can be there

but there is no place' feels more like home
than the pillow that we share.

Surrounded by people,
isolated and alone.
A day to day that begs escape.
A shelter's not a home.
Passing strangers turn their heads,
not one of them a friend.
Forgotten human contact,
let this not be the end.
Does anybody see me;
or does my voice just go unheard?
Am I really so invisible;
another unread word?
If just one of you would take the time,
to raise your eyes up from the ground,
but instead you just keep walking by,
ease your discomfort for a Pound.

Hope come unto me
find me in the darkness
set me somehow free

bring light into my life
chase the shadows from these walls
illuminate this dungeon
that I may hear sanctuary's call

drag me from the depths of gloom
cast me forth into the sun
that I may feel its temperate glow
like a day thats just begun

...after what feels like years of falling off the horse and being advised by well meaning friends that the best course of action is to get right back on, it has dawned on me that rather than falling off the horse I am indeed being thrown, as demonstrated by the invariable trampling I receive while trying to regain my feet. I have therefore decided to take this as life's way of telling me to stay the **** away from horses.

If someone tells you they like you
but you don't like them back the same way
how do you let them down gently
what are the words you should say

Do you shoulder the blame for the way that you feel
Do you tell them its you and not them
Do you tell thm they are just moving too fast
that their feelings for you are too prem

Or is it like pulling a plaster
just a swift yank and then it is done
it'll hurt like hell for a minute
but at least they weren't shot with a gun

And maybe I'm making a mountain
from a molehill that doesn't exist
maybe they want to take back what they said
now wouldn't that be a twist

Perhaps they are struggling to tell you
that you're not who they thought you were
that maybe they were a tad hasty
that their words were a mite premature

It seems that whenever I set out
to do the right thing I am cursed
to hurt those whos feelings I sought to protect
to end up making things worse

So forgive me if I have ever
caused you pain or caused you distress
it was only ever my intention
to do what I thought was best

And now as this play draws to an end
and reaches the final act
time will tell if we managed
to get out with our friendship intact.

I cast my hat, into the ring
so full of fearful doubt
expecting you, to pick it up
and simply toss it out
But unbeknown to me
hidden there behind your eyes
was a secret hope and longing
that it might just be your size
So casually you picked it up
and looked it up and down
I was expecting any minute
'pon your face to see a frown
You brushed it off so thoroughly
cleaned every little bit
closed your eyes then put it on
and smiled as it fit
Almost instinctively you opened them
and were looking right at me
My surprise and expectation
must have been plain for all to see
You casually walked over
and whispered in my ear
"but its always been you silly,
now lets get out of here"
And so my friends thats how it was
that I came to lose my hat
and why you see me grinning now
like a hatless Cheshire cat.

Memories of 4am,
after talking through the night.
Falling asleep together,
without turning out the light.

Waking to find your coffee,
already in your hand.
Wishing I was with you,
and not in some far off land.

Counting down the hours,
til we could speak again.
Counting down the weeks and months,
until our next weekend.

They always seemed too far apart.
If only we had known,
one chance was all we’d ever get,
before our time would pass alone.

I used to lie and watch you sleeping,
a peaceful smile on your face.
Now I struggle through the nightmare,
of something else now in its place.

I cannot comprehend the pain,
or know where to begin,
just know that I still love you,
and I can help, just let me in.

So you want to take away their rights
its all over the news
but before you check that ballot box
tell me which one would you lose?

You see theres a new rule in this game
if we take away their rights
we have to give up one of ours
we too have to sacrifice

Oh its not fair I hear you cry
and isn't that the truth
you really should have thought it out
before you stepped into that booth

Just because you don't agree
with what someone has to say
does it really justify
taking free speech away?

How can we claim were civilized
if this we choose to do
All men were supposed to be equal
now we're more equal than you?

I am the rain
that does wash away your tears
I am the rain
that has been with you all these years
I am the rain
that washes away the blues
I am the rain
that brings blue skies to you
I am the wind
that light caress upon your cheek
I am the wind
that blows you toward that which you seek
I am the wind
that moves away the cloud
I am the wind
that lifts the dreary shroud
I am the sun
that lays kisses on your skin
I am the sun
that warms you from within
I am the sun
that shines on you from above
I am the sun
that wraps you in its love
All these things I am to you
though at times you may not see
every sunbeam, cloud and raindrop
are a gift to you from me.

I cry alone because thats who I am
thats what my life is
alone

I cry alone because there's nobody here to hold me
to tell me its all gonna be ok
because it isnt

I cry alone because when the tears do come
when they do bust the dam
its a downpour

I cry alone because it scares me
it scares me that I may not stop
It scared me so much that I tried so hard for so long not to.

I cry alone

but at least now I've started.

If I asked would you meet me
in that old familiar place
once more to hear your voice
once more to see you face

Or would it be too much for you
to see me once again
to hear the difference in my voice
in my eyes to see the pain

I doubt you'd even answer
and perhaps that would be best
If your plan is to forget
and lay the past to rest.

If you knew that this ship,
was just about to sail,
would you be inclined, to climb aboard,
and lean over the rail?

And if you knew you had the time,
before you had to choose,
would it make deciding easier,
knowing that you could not lose?

But if you knew that time,
for us was running out,
would you at last commit,
and cast off any doubt?

If you knew that this was right,
just as you know that that is wrong,
would it make you more impatient,
to change the path you're on?

If you knew what I was thinking,
would you understand?
Would you give me signs of hope,
or let go of my hand?

I hope she never knows
that I thought of her today
that I've done it all the time
since she day she went away

I hope she doesn't know
there's not a tear I haven't shed
that even after all these years
I sleep on "my side" of the bed

I hope she never knows
and not save my foolish pride
but to spare her from confronting
the feelings that she hides

I know a girl who's face to me says everything will be alright
Her smile can take a pitch black room and make it bright
Her eyes sparkle full of life and thoughts of love
She is an angel sent into my life from up above

And when she looks directly at me I just freeze
Like everything I am has just been seized
And captured and embraced within that gaze
Those few seconds always stay with with me for days

Her voice to me is music so melodious and divine
It almost like casting pearls before swine
She must see something that I just cannot see
Whatever it is I am so **** glad it lies in me

To me, open relationships, are ones that have no lies
not where anyone with twenty bucks can get between your thighs

And having things in common means both liking the Habs
not using the same powder since you gave me *****

And being careful means condoms and taking time to think
not trying to keep the noise down or not spilling your drink

So I'm flattered that you think I'm cute, and I have a nice ***
But really honey, you ain't my type, so I think I'll have to pass.

I love you; its a secret,
don't let anybody know.
That's why when we are speaking,
I try not to let it show.

I double check each word I say,
before it leaves my lips,
and try to shake this image,
of my hands upon your hips.

So tell me how'm I doing?
Do you even have a clue,
that every waking thought I have,
is always about you?

I wish I could just tell you,
and know you wouldn't run.
But I'm scared this revelation,
would leave us both undone.

I love you; its a secret,
which to myself I'll keep,
cos the last thing that I wanna do,
is come off like a creep.

So I sit here and say nothing,
not knowing what to do.
Praying one day you will say,
just what I am to you.