We can no longer fear death.
We only have our time,
Tis our mission to be kind,
Love them all must be our friend and final breath.

We can no longer hate life.
Yes, sometimes things go wrong,
We knew this sadly all along,
Kindness weathers boldly both  the storm and strife.

Be kind. Say it. Out loud.

We measure love as we receive it,
A smile, a kiss, something that pleases.

We never tally love as given,
A gift we give with no red ribbon.

I have learned so little in so long,
But when love's shared, it makes us strong.

You know that voice inside your head,
That whispering ***** that wants you dead,
A hell grip tease, knows every fault,
That sly little snitch that you can’t halt.

A slick negotiate this voice of yours,
Knows the Band-Aid tricks that you adore,
Rough ***, play drugs, drink all day,
Says **** yourself, you’re a throw-a-way.

So listen crisp, you’ve got an outside chance,
****-can the guilt and the worry romance,  
Stoke this moment, jive the second you’re in,
Don’t end your life, let the ****** begin.

It’s a hollow *** world, we all wearing shells,
Hard knocks, beat downs, sad farewells,
So write your ****, make your memories scream,
Claim your poem, tip type the bad dreams.

We can’t make it easy but we can hear,
A community listens, maybe offer a tear,
It’s a bruise harsh life, so take this hand,
Black and white your ****, no reprimand.

Sunday morning,
Toast, coffee and strawberries
Sliced in half.

The music surrounds,
Dionne Warwick
Why do you have to be a heart breaker?

I'm remembering, wandering.
There were good times.
Just not enough.

We weren't poor.
Not neither rich.

We were kids who played outdoors for hours.
Days.
Had to.
Indoors was dead, dark and dry.

Bee stings, marbles, kick the can,
British bulldog,
Hop scotch, hide and seek,
War, sneak peeking in windows,
Firecrackers, red rover,
And we rode bikes everywhere.
Just left them on the ground.

In 1960 HALF the world was under the age of 18.
Boomers owned the dog!
We were so sure of ourselves.

Don't get me wrong.
Life is getting better.
But wow did **** go by fast.

In the cold of space and time,
There exists the state of superposition.

This means particles can be two things at once.
A particle can spin in both directions at the same time.

Reality is a mix, a measure, a melt.
And we have so much to discover.
We are just one tiny piece.

I once held hands with a stranger.

I'm not sure if I've ever felt closer
To another human being.

It was innocence.

It was beautiful.

It was a surprise.

International Poet"s Survey

1) At what age did you first feel pain?

2) Have you ever stood in a mud puddle for longer than 30 seconds?

3) Do you, or do you wish you could, eat food off other people's plates?

4) Have you blacked out from drinking too much. More than a 100 times?

5) Did your best friend's older sister teach you everything there is to know about *******?

6) Does death fascinate you?

Results will be anonymously published. Once we reach a billion times a million, times a trillion contributors. Or two. Which ever comes first.

I am no longer going to be me.

I want to be my neighbour Sally.

She has agreed to discuss it,

And if all goes well, we will

Swap apartments next week.

Sally has friends.

She said they come with the deal.

When is how we begin every conversation.
I think we should switch to why.

Autumn leaves descend,
Silent whispers, life transcends,
Death's embrace, a friend

Amorous and difly eyes,
Her smita cheezin a toff home prize,
Proud oowee **** and roya grin,
That girl be jonesing for my twin.

I love hooya Kally. Be up.

It's me, not you.

It's not me, it's you.

It's not me, it's not you

It's me, it's you.

It's us, not them.

It's time.

Care less, act more.
Talk less, hear more.
Spend less, give more.

Yes, less is more.

She: What is the worst thing you have ever done.

He: I refused to give a dollar to two starving children.

She: Were you broke.

He: Nope. Had scads. I wanted to take their picture and they asked for a dollar for the snap.

She: And you said no.

He: Yup. I was insulted. The nerve of starving children to ask for a pittance for a pic.

She: Does it plague you, this memory.

He: Ya. I think about it every couple of days. It was a cruel,arrogant, disgusting thing to do.

She: What's the second worst thing you have ever done

He: Pretended to love someone.

First be kind,
And then be firm.
Unselfish, generous,
Stand tall, confirm.

Be bold, be beautiful,
Wear your crown,
Head held high,
Gaze never down

Can you cuddle a thought,
Take a hot dog to bed,
Feed fish with a hammer,
Wish the whole world was fed.

Can we dance on our heels,
Sing out loud in our head,
Or cry through the night
Holding dreams by a thread.

If tired we sleep,
If bored we fiddle,
When excited we dance,
If in love we tell riddles.

My eyes both are closed,
My hands are quite busy,
My toe taps a beat,
Your smile makes me dizzy.

So what has a beginning and no end?

You are everything to me.
Everything.

Is it enough to be desired,
Must we always be first kissed,
Can a smile and a nod,
Tell us we exist.

I walk amongst the strangers,
Shadows on a wall,
When will I now realize,
That my fears are oh-so small.

Talk to the others,
They are tired and alone,
Find a new friend waiting,
And put away your phone.

I have an ability to intimate,
No... intimidate,
Or is it alienate.

One of them anyways.

Look, I'm in a rush.
I'm trying to make profound observations,
Before I hurry to a workout,
Where I'll  devour a protein bar,
Sweat rivers and streams,
Huff and puff like the little engine that could,
After witch,
I'll stand sideways and look in a mirror.
I don't know why, people just do it,
And then for a few seconds,
I'll pretend that I'm  17.

So.
You can often trust a stranger more than a friend.
If you want the truth ask someone you do not know.

Can we kiss on Friday?

( Yes I said this in grade six)

What is love.
Like ***.

I love you.
So what.
What do I mean.

Can I love a hundred different people.
At once.
Equally?  
Why not.

I love you.
Does it means I trust you.
With all my secrets and... well my life.

So why, how, do we fall out of love.
Boredom. The evolutionary need for variety. Impulse. Silent but deadly in the middle of the night.

Is love protection. I love you and I would die for you.

The only thing I'm sure of is...    if you don't love yourself,
You cannot love another.

If you feel you are not worthy of love,
You will never be able to share in it.

And yet I don't have a clue what love is.

You have to laugh.
Seriously.
Out loud.
I know nothing.

Do not spend too much time on your why.

It's your how that will make all the difference.

Find me,
Bind me,
Tie me to a stake.

Poke me,
Choke me,
Watch me cry and shake.

Hate me,
Berate me,
Make me howl and moan.

Tease me,
Please me,
Throw this dog a bone.

How come
Watching you get dressed,
The shake, shake shimmy
Of slipping things on,

Is more arousing
Than the tease.

Do I lust more
For the things
I cannot have.

First I wake my ears, then eyes,
My poor man's nose its first surprise,
Sunshine or clouds, a beggar's choice,
I live your laugh, your lover's voice.

But then a whispered prayer's soft sell,
Your magic touch, a celestial tell,
I rise and rose, though leave I must,
Tonight, my love, sweet patient lust.

Him: Hey, what up?

Her: At work. Busy and bored.

Him: Come home for lunch.

Her: Naked Lunch?

Him: William S. Burroughs 1959

Her: Did you know that the title was a mistake.

Him: I know letting you out of bed this morning was a mistake

Her: Alan Ginsberg misread the phrase ' naked lust,' as 'naked lunch' and Jack Kerouac told Burroughs to keep it as the title.

Him: So come home and we will both misread the title.

Her: I won't have any ******* on so be quick.

Him: Send me a pic when you can.

Her : Kisses. Ok if we do it in the kitchen?

Is it a sign of the times,
That my phone knows me better,
Than anyone else ever will.

How dare I
With a pirate's pose,
Look deep into your beautiful eyes,
And tell you to kneel.

Will you count the loves you've lost,
Those who risked despite the cost.

Or have you ever dreamed a wish,
And remembered every lover's kiss.

Passion pretends to play a part
But only love can break a heart

The moment you begin to feel sorry for someone,
Is the exact moment you begin
To under estimate them.

It is not original sin you will be punished for.
It's original thought.

When I hold your hand,
Only then I do not wonder,
About the meaning of it all.

You want honesty. Truth. Tabernacle.

First we dance, hoppa beat.
Then we clap, two times rhythm,
And finally we sing, four levels of harmony.

Love is action, never reflection.
Move those feet.
Sweat, smile, swoon, sing.

Tears are not sadness.
Empty eyes are.

Will the Aliens save us.

The answer is not a yes or no.

It's a why.

Why would they.

There are no saviors.
No heaven or hell.
It will be up to us to figure it out.

And you wonder if your life has meaning or purpose.

You make a difference. A huge difference..

Set goals. Build hope. Immerse in optimism.

Resiliency, resilient, resilience.

I will not give up. Ever

You were always my mirror,
And I, merely a reflection,
Of your love, your kindness,
The laughter in your eyes.

You're it,
She said,
And brushed her hair back behind her ear.

I'll give you a five second head start,
I replied
And smiled at her like a crazy camel ripped on *******.

With a lead like that,
You might never see me again,
She responded
And slipped off her *******.

Something to remember me by,
She suggested,
And let the dainty g string dangle off the end of her finger.

I will never stop looking for you,
I offered,
And held her intimacy close to my nose.

Do you believe in love,
She coaxed,
And raised her skirt up over her hips.

I believe in intrigue,
I posed,
And...

My parents gave up on abundance,
A depression cured them all,

We gave up on love,
Kissinger's madness began our fall,

Gen X gave up on friendship,
Dialogue as digits never could enthrall,

Millennials surrendered nostalgia,
When the past became a troll,

Gen Z smirks boldly at the truth,
Everyone a know-it-all.

Alpha's know a virtual world,
Could virtue re-install.

Be kind. Tis the moment to be jolly.
Season's greetings to you all.

Do you believe in God, he asked her.

Of course not, she replied.

Do you believe in free will, he queried.

Physics says it's impossible, she responded.

Do you think time is irreversible, he insisted.

Time is consciousness. It simply informs us that we will die someday, she countered.

Pizza or chicken wings tonight, he asked.

Can we eat in bed, she replied.

Sure, he said.

Then both, and she smiled at him.

To fall in love once is enough.

Thereafter dreams will come easy,
And you will never again, need to ask why.

I keep forgetting why I'm mad at people.
****, I hate getting old.

We fell in love on an elevator,
Headed straight to the stars,
Our first kiss,
At my nephew's briss
Everyone smoking cigars.

Life is ever a circus
Elephants in every room.
I"ll hold hands
Till we make plans
Your smile in forever bloom.

We need touch.
Skin to skin contact with others.

Oddly when we touch someone else, it tells us we are real.
Touch is our most powerful form of self awareness.

Weird huh.

Talking ****, wasted all day,
Bojangling and licking sugar off my blueberries,
Apple peels,
Train tracks in my metal mouth
With a pizza face and party pimples.

Deadbeat dad puking panda,
Me boohoo and *****.
Meta-whining.
First world problems,
Eat me. Twelve years old

Little lies
Can often hide
The beginning of the end.

I'm too tired,
Or too hard wired,
Do lunch real soon my friend.

But if you always,
Never sometimes,
Do what you promise to,

The world will bend
And stay on trend
Honesty will win the day.

Life's about choices and soft spoken voices,
Whispered wise thoughts and a few maybe- nots,
We take a chance one day and then go the other way,
The world let's us wander and wants us to ponder.

You can change up your mind and be angry or kind,
We're not just machines, with their push button dreams,
If you don't like your path, then just do the math,
And take new directions, to new intersections,

Because time is a trick that goes by very quick,
Death's single reward is you'll never be bored.

Do you right now, care less or more,
About things you love and things abhorred.

Has life been fair, have friends been true,
Or did you fade from black to blue.

Were things too hard or just a chore,
Would you do less, would you do more.

I know I tried, I did my best,
But it always felt like such a test.

Now death is neither pass or fail,
I'm not afraid, I'm not that frail.

Remember me when I am gone,
A man, a father, a waking dawn.

When you trust no one,
The person you trust least is yourself.