And in the end I will wander and squander my final moments selfish
I will grab from some past notion to choose motion by walking
   Thru pain and sorrow will convince me that tomorrow is enough
      Terminal diagnosis will drive me from the world spouting profane
Words down the street, into the woods, clothing optional
regrets hold on all the deeds left undone
save for knowing my roots laid bare
the maelstrom inside will rain tears
start speaking sounds of darkness,
from lips garbed white
hear the words
if I...
Aye

you asked me "why?", with a chuckle
I said "we touched skin, hip to hip"
you asked me "why?", with a giggle
I said "you bent your knee, touching me"
you asked "why?", and you laughed,
I said "you rolled over and raised your hips"
you asked "why?" smiling in the dark
I said nothing more .....now asleep
3:40am

I stare at those pages,
my mind wanders too,
a random thought.

Like dogs and puppies in cages,
one man did not know what he had to do,
so the SPCA changed what he had wrought.

I read the words on the page, but it takes ages,
Reading and re-reading two times two,
Drifting to shopping earlier that day, what had I bought?

I know, I remember, now, 6 dark bars of chocolate, with my wages,
Some cheap, a sale, some fine quality, still, I did not know what to do,
about the puppy mill, so yes, I finished reading, ate what my craving sought,

Am I that shallow or should I rage,
about defenceless dogs hoping that man gets his due,
Or gather my vice and read my book, whether I see the the words or not?

It is not wonder, nor is it awe,
The draw is light until close,
There is danger, it is more raw.
Closer, closer until you are lost.

In the delight of your new found curiosity.

Peaks your interest, seems harmless enough,
You are an adult and can manage this stuff,
After all life is too short and yours too rough,
It has your attention now you want learn more.

About your curiosity quest.  

You can no longer see what is behind your time and energy spent,
Your thirst and taste demands more sensations and less of self-control,
You had discipline once, in that foggy past, but cannot see where it went.
All else seems trivial now, and takes minutes away, hours as well.

You are enjoying your self.
Curious, why it took so long to,
find what you have always,
been looking for.

Maybe your friends will join you,
if they understand.  But if they don't
new friends will come along, it is
in the plan.

Curious first steps of trial and err.
You'll be so far gone, blind-sided,
There won't be alarms or despair,
struck to the quick, your heart may break,
that comes much later, so beware.
You may feel sick.

You will find that there is no escape and no way out,
you'll have lost interest in all else.
But what you don't see, watches you.
Curiously you stay.
And you stay.
Curious.

all the animals alive breath air,
their bodies do as ours
exchange
bad air for, good air and a want,
to be on the plus side
of the equation
all the humans living and alive
breath their share of air,
warm bodied pulses
staking a claim on the status quo
physically to stay alive,
stewards  of the blue marble ship
surrounded by a vulnerable
bubble, trapping, producing
pure air
there is no quota all deserve a fair
share, so it will be with life,
all night and all day
greed takes it away, suffocates
freedom unless there is a fight,
To survive
all night and all day,
Keep fighting, for air
Keep peace in your heart,
Keep love on your tongue,
Tasted and spoken,
all night and all day.

You will get lost in the big city
you WILL, too hard, you WON'T, too much
the secret to a long life is keep breathing and a pulse pounding
you will seek riches and find pity
you will find a garden of riches yet turn it too mulch
you will marry an attentive spouse if you don't mind the hounding

the secrets of the moment are lost in the blink of both eyes,
the secret of receiving is an open palm
if you touch the swollen belly of a bull, and you find ardor
you can find beauty everywhere do not despise the disguise
a secret a flock of birds leaves behind is calm ( bird **** is a secretion not a secret)
the secret to great wealth is found offshore

you will go places reading without, leaving your seat

There is a Ness, called Loch,
There is a ness, called Happi,
There is a ness, called Lonli,
There is a ness, called Hot.

None of the words,
Would land like birds,
or release excrement,
in an simple experiment.

Of chasing monsters,
Of chasing insanity,
Of chasing the empty,
and chasing the vanity.

So on waking; take time, find purpose,
on leaving your home, take peace,
leave fear, in the shadows, but
let your fragrance, dance, down
the street, infectious.

Walk a mile in some kind of smile...seriously.

Amber, caution, red, ...
I did, stop
Stale red
he ...,
CRASH.

From chaos
to calm
witnessed
by an off duty
cop.

Anxiety hers
pass it may.
Painful
Restlessness
for me
everyday.

I've done it in coffee shops.
I've done it on coffee breaks.
I've done it at the dentist's.

But the best place of all was and is a bus stop.

I sit on  the bench ...
oh, wait!
Am I giving you the wrong idea?
About me... ah?

I take out my book and a writing implement, and

I wait,...

Until the bus comes along to the stop, and

I watch,...

the faces of the passengers, on board.
What a motley hoard!

My sitting still, causes discord.
The driver barks "Hey!" through the open door

I sit and I watch,...

Some people flip me the bird!  My word!?
Then there are those
who look down their noses.
Others shout "move off" or that
they, "will call the cops"

As I see it, costs nothing for me, it is Free Writing.
A thousand faces go by in an hour.  I was supposed,

to be home,

helping with dinner,and or walk the dog,
gather the garbage or remove recycling too,
But I  like  it  here.

On the bench, my bench,
nothing to repair,
nothing to clean,
Shelter roof over my head,
Plug my ears to the obscene,
Converse with the impaired,
(just don't make eye contact or act scared)

As it gets dark, the lighting is fine, I will
write about writing, without fighting for,
space or
time, SO...,

I will write you a letter, but to mail it I may lose my spot,
rather, taped above my head where it rests is a poem that
attests, should you come look for me, here is a  ten word
poem that sums it up perfectly:

where i am
is
where i will
be
writing free.


DWE 2013-04-04

straight lines
rigid forms
opinions,
point and shoot,
technology

does it show,
the tree running hard
getting nowhere,
reach with naked branches,
oh give me naked
branches, grabbing handfuls
of air and tossing,
***** of air, in the face of
all the other trees,
and none leaves their rooted
ruts, shallow graves,
until a root taps,
deep and discovers...
more to dirt,
like life,
roots crawl, further,
tree, scratch and scrawl
verse, on the short history,
of the existence of
something limbed
and rooted, now
blown down,
as it grabbed
too much wind
too much life
too little
written
too few
roots
soil-less
soul-less
unfinished
story, yet
complete.

Whether you be a dog or cat lover,
You need at least one,

Something to demand attention or hover.
I have shared several cats from birth till now,

I have shared several dogs too,
From birth till today around fifty something,wow.

That's my age, not cats and dogs,  7 cats and 5 of the others,
Felines and canines are best of my friends,

(no offence) Closer than sisters, which I have none, and brothers.
Which I have one. Now back to the cats and dogs.
I do not know if they end up in heaven, I could spout or refute
theologically, but I do know this, how you treat them,
does not go unnoticed by the One who created them, so cute.

If they will be there on the Golden Ways where Diamonds are the norm,
if that is even up for debate, I think I would be
the one turned away from the gate, for missing the point, bad form.
He loves all of creation, and who is He to ask man for his advice?

Look at what we have done lately with fossil fuels and the price of rice!
Man is lost without God, like leaving a dog when you go out the door,
He gave us a beacon, 'cuz we need hope!
They wonder why you left without them and will you be back for sure.
It is not their lack of faith, it is not that they do not trust,
They just don't know if you'll come back!

How is it, God looks our way as we have sinned and fallen short, we are not pure,
But for Jesus, we cannot save ourselves, we need a Saviour,

Everybody needs one, sometimes they have fur, they always watch you
and rejoice, for the day you make the choice, and accept that you are human,

To accept that your best is what is tested, when you own a dog or a cat,
That He uses their eyes to not to watch you but measure your soul,

Angels are around and weave through time, owning a pet is a test, imagine that,
Have I ever sat at His feet like my dog has laid at mine...a price paid, no toll

Ever watch a cat go to the one who dislikes them the most?
Think if He said, He was showing up as Father, Son and Holy Ghost?
Would you go?

Life by God, is more than what you see with your two eyes,
For it starts with awe of the beauty and the wonder in complexity,
then the Unseen, goes way beyond simplicity!

Everybody needs time, which God bends to His will, my
point is this, we are the pinnacle of His art, yet we fight Him
from the start, Everybody needs one moment in time,
and it is different for all and each, gut check, heart check.

Go through life with zest and vigour, instead of pantomime.
Actions may speak louder than words, other than those few,
"Lord forgive me, for what I have done, I have sinned and
nailed your Son to a tree on Calvary."

Everybody needs the One,
Jesus His Son.

invisible flight
paths, translucent truths
lines crisscross
parallel lives
parallel loss
masks and disguises strewn about the place,
meeting me, you would recognize this face,
don't look my age,
what can be seen,
is there any happiness that is not obscene,
is there any doubt in this poet's remorse,
too many lines,
only one life,
words on paper can not be deciphered,
not in code, who taught this boy to write,
penman-ship,
sank in plain view,
this is too easy for the lot of you...

wind gusting as weather digests,
any life form brave enough to venture,
out,
                                                   ­   capital idea,
run in a thunder and lightening storm,
with scissors in your outstretched hands,
how is that again,
Eddie?

Didn't work for you?
Sorry this is not about October thirty first,
                                                   what a thirst,
For a dark brew,
cesspool stew,
pouring from the insides out,
don't believe what sounds,
words shaped like scalpels,
can do
shave your heart and soul,
down,
down,
why do these sounds,
have a voice that cuts like my own,
oh on a positive note, this too shall end,
tear a strip off there is nothing to defend,
with,
with,
no one to stand beside,
no one too trust at my back,
can't reach the bullseye to prevent the attack,
there may be rhyme
but no reasonable prose,

for if a dark cloud grew darker as it was over
a forlorn brow, upside down smile, caffeine,
fuelled fool spin doctoring, the story of a lifetime,
always forgetting the best part, no heart for
memorization, lazy man playing at this for real,
always a decade plus three hours behind,
write something happy with bunnies and frogs,
talk about love...

bring the lightening
hear the thunder,
face into the wind,
can't leave you all,
                                  like this,
rain pellets feels
like bullets,
absorb every hit,
would put me on my
knees if the legs weren't so stiff,
like the neck,
not a question of pride,
I have none,
not one gram of self worth,
hope grains like a sandy beach,
dream streams like a rainbow arc,
sure,
am I okay,
I will be okay,
when the dragonfly returns my smile.
Holding on till spring.
Let there be spring