Pick out the stars in your eyes
When you stare into a constellation
And if you pass a beggar on the street
They're so you can share your wealth
It's not like the end of the world is coming tomorrow
Even if it were, the beauty of the Super Nova makes a good selfie
No sense living life head up your ***
When money is useless a good meal may be hard to come by
Pack up your troubles and go out in the Nova's blaze of glory

The Good Lord shined his light on my face
And told me that only the good die young
So I am going to take it easy on you and will  
Bestow unto thee all these beautiful drugs  
So you don't have to **** those that aren't young.


And I said unto The Lord
Can you please stop shining  that light in my eyes.

Last night before the sun went down
I was walking along the pathway
By the train tracks around the  trains station's depot holding area
Graffiti catching my eye
I passed a deer not five feet away
I said 'hi' and the doe just watched me walk by

My wife and I
we talk about all
the good times we've had
and about what good times
tomorrow will bring
When we see others
not understanding
what a gift life is
we hang our heads and cry

It's been so long now since
I've touched a pen to paper
But life goes on  and still this crazy world keeps spinning 'round

I wanted to say something profound
But the words wouldn't slip off the pen
I tried to follow life around but was told I had to stand in front

The next time I think about writing a poem
I'll know that if I really had anything to say
People wouldn't listen anyway

I want to
go back to the days
when they let us sing
in the fields
while picking cotton
in the blazing hot sun.

The best part of being dead is nothing.

Sick man sick man why you so sick
try to walk a block feels like a mile
sick man be sick for very long while
every time I see him he never smile

Sick man sick man why you so sick
doctor can't tell him what be wrong
sick man been sick way too long
sick man sick just got to be strong

Sick man sick man why you so sick
wouldn't wanna walk in your shoes
sick man ain't got no power to choose
sick man sick man don't want sick man blues

summertime brings
high heat and humidity,
so much light you want to catch it all

in an air-conditioned room
then step into the street
to be smothered by the humidity

it's like  extra gravity
pulling my inner workings
closer to the ground

it's like dense smoke
relieving me of  my ability
to take  deep breaths

here i am complaining
a canadian complaining about our summer
i see it in others, mainly the elderly, but still

It looks like
I've taken a turn for the worse
I hit a fork in the road
And came down with some kind of voodoo curse

These monetary blues I must confess
They've taken away my happy-go-lucky
And put me under house arrest

My muse she flew out the back door
And is on the run
Screaming over her shoulder

It isn't a crime to be unhappy
But it isn't any fun

You boarded that train
Bound for nowhere
That day at the station
You were looking kind of frail
I warned you that this would happen
After you burned all those bridges
Now you hang your head in shame
The price of the ticket was all you had
Your Duffel bag full of canned goods
And a jar of peanut butter
It's hard to call your life a journey
When it feels like a dead end

Skin deep in her cold green sea,
a dark and gnarled sky above.
On the curved horizon a sign reads:
She believes in angels but she can't believe in love.

Insane in her reverie, wings sewn cross-stitch
down the spine of her back,
rattling panes that the wind blows
are just a reminder of all that she lack.

Saw teeth across metal is music to her ear,
the shriek of the tea kettle full of insolent childhood fear.
Rude eyes shout; forget the devil, he has no bite.
She knows better and isn't going down without a fight.

Her attempts to speak of the things she has heard
are the sound of the cat who has sprung on the bird.
To spread her wings is to spread her legs
and embrace the power the darkness has made.

Oh, the suffering of heartache after hearts ache,
while pulling the wings off of flies.
She can make you laugh, she's pretty smart eh.
But it isn't the same as being wise.

Every bit of her life, it occurs to her,
yes it does, it just occurs.
Now is it being selfish or just being blind,
if fooling people well is her way to unwind.

She will smash
every wine glass.
They are broken,
but not her heart.

She will walk barefoot
from room to room
while her feet are bleeding,
but not here heart.

She will drink him up
until her body aches
and her head hurts
but not her heart.

Stop and think
whether you're one
alone or in the drink
too much of nothing
to the fingers
doing the clutching
I'm full of it
it's wasted on me
"I'd never join a club
that would accept me as a member"
And so it goes
as I sit here on the curbside
wearing a **** eating grin.

Like the sour
taste in your mouth,
or the canker sore
on the tip of your tongue.

The sweet taste
of mother's milk
stopped up
for formula.

Poor child,
a curse that
leaves him
clutching
for a latex ******.

Once he
held it
he knew,
he just knew.

He was going
to the top
of that, there is no doubt.

From the time
he started
his mojo working.

He was walking, talking
all about...

that time
when he was
reading tea leaves.

He was voodooing,
just using
his imagination.

He travelled far,
that train whistle blowin'
sowing the seeds he was sowing,

then , while listening to bob dylan,
he had what they call an epiphany.

He started growing mushrooms
to see what he could see.

When the results came back,

he said his epitaph
just has to read.

"Down Through The Years
The Lord Has Been Good To Me"

Back to the
subtle pool
of dark and deep
that lay below illumination.

Wriggling, slippery
scales of black
in a pool
so hard to see,
so hard to grasp.

Down the hall
in the realm of control,
pulling into light a dark shadow.

Maybe two, but one.

Pull it close
to touch it in mind,
to know it and own it
and let it go.

So deep and dark
and subtle and fooling,
this pool of mind.

Way up
in these clouds
just as my expectations
did fall ******* my head
full of those child-like dreams.

Remembering a future
and ignoring a past
that could break
any fragile strong-man
on any bright new day.

Why can't I
make you leave me alone.
Even here,
up in the blue sky,
above the white clouds...
so far away from home.

If I could I would cast a spell
With a vocabulary beyond my reach
I would stack it layer upon layer
Deeper and deeper or higher and higher
Depending on the perspective you took
Rounding corner after corner
Finding what was lost and again losing what was found

Chipping away at a crooked alphabet
Making you sleepy-eyed while still wide awake
Casting aside any aspersions asinine or not
Planting new symbols hidden carefully  between the A B C's
Making troubles for those needing order and for those ordering their needs
Lifting our senses so high  knowing depression must follow
After the low you again start the climb only to crash again

I strive to paint a picture so abstract it loses all meaning
Viewed over and over with eyes that look for answers
I lead the proverbial horse to water finally to have it drink
Meanwhile touching a shadow on a cloudless day poking holes in its silhouette
Do I plant seeds in dust hoping to yield a blossom where none can grow
Are my arms stretched outward to embrace a loveless world
That spins so fast that my fingertips are set ablaze.

A buzz-saw a buzzing
Looking back through time
It's no longer the problem
That I thought it was

The tap-tap-tap of hammer on nails
Sitting here smoking a cigarillo
Drinking iced coffee
And thinking of my prime

I make few friends
Sometimes I can't even trust those
Often they drive up
And want to stay which way and when

I'm having oral *** with my trumpet
While holding hands with the dark
I shout out to the heavens
My eyes so full of stars

I dropped a letter to my Doctor
Giving him my order
Soon I will be flush
Not bothered by anything

I always go through them
Way too fast
Then I sit there in the corner
Licking my wounds

In the summer of love
I was fourteen,
I did the acid
And I tripped that trip.

My hair was long and wavy
And my body was lean.

I could look in the mirror
And say 'you're a lean mean machine'.

Sometimes these days
I hear myself saying that
I'll turn my thoughts to the grave.

When I came
Face to face
With my additions
I could see how I misbehaved.

One day the light came on,
I knew I was my master
Not my ****** slave.

There is a season,
Like it says in the good book.
I couldn't find my bearings,
The ground beneath my feet it shook.

I've lived a life and I've broke my heart
I've twisted up sayings like
You have to start from the start

Now why do you want to say that,
That I just come from a squirt
That's gone and left me with my feelings hurt.

It's almost time to lay my head to rest,
I want to say I gave it my all,
Nothing short of I have done my best.

I can be some brutal
or so you say you can tell
but stop and look again
this could be a match made in heaven
for two angels straight from hell

We could sit here
and stare the clock down
stare it right off the wall
or we could dust off our top hat and spats
and strike out on a crawl

Now I know what it's like to be drunk
and I know what it's like to be sober
I know what it is to be young
and quickly growing older

The safest bet by a long-shot
is to keep time hung up on the wall
make believe we can predict
just which way it's going to go

So shake those dice honey
and give them a blow
by the time they hit the velvet
you know how it's going to go

We could do it up something like a drug
we know just where that is sold
It's back to throwing out a life-line
to draw some heat out of this late winter's cold

Don't fool with me,
make me feel like I don't know English.
Track me down and tell me it's easier to learn French.

Once you think you know French they tell you that you got it all wrong.
You need to know Canadian French. If it wasn't for poutine I'd build a wall around Quebec.

Any how if I didn't use enough modifiers with my Verb string me up
And who cares anyway, just some tired Academic that tries to say
he teaches people.

If anyone wants to say wrong again then the only thing they can do is teach. And like they say, if you can't do, teach.

In conclusion  ( like I'm writing an essay). To which I state the dictionary's definition of Predication could use a little plain language, or maybe I should learn Chinese. Just for their beautiful Characters.

fully in this moment
when you feel it
and you know that it's really real

and you bow your head to that great spirit

we come here and we are here
it feels so heart stopping
we clutch at greased straws

greased so we slip into that stream
that runs through the stars

zipping past lights
hugging the whole
where you are born

a fantastic show of love and light
that blanket of lace and fire

pushing on and out and through
loving every total in its small and huge

whirling around some centrifuge
spinning out of chaos calmly

forgiving, forgiving, forgiving.

All her friends call her Little Wing
But she flies rings around them all
She comes to town when the children sing
And leaves them feathers if they fall
She leaves them feathers if they fall

Little Wing, don't fly away
When the Summer turns to Fall
Don't you know some people say
The Winter is the best time of them all
Winter is the best of them all

                                        Neil Young

let's make
     smoking
        cool again

***** cruising
    down the road

two lips
   kissing a cigar

he
comes from
          shady lane

he said

let's make
   smoking
      cool again

tall pines
birch trees
lining the trail

high cliffs
running streams

waterfalls
spilling over rock

smashing into
pools below

ears attuned
to forest creatures

dusk
fast approaching

a full grown doe
meanders

a young buck
follows

I wonder
who it is

that feels
more fear

in that moment
we are one

I want to work my vision
And make a story
A story of the crazy

For the crazy
To pass to the man
Who says he is sane

Trapping those who walk the borderline
With those of a mind to            or
With a mind not to

I commend my soul
To the vastness beyond
I beg of thee, bathe me, cleanse me

Take my talents and possessions
That I leave here on earth

Scatter them share them
To bear witness of fresh new birth

They will bury me
Under a star lit sky
Beside a sinless tree

last night
I lost the best friend
I ever had

You leave
Drops of spray paint
Like an alley cat

The musky trail still fresh
You move from city streets
To train yards

You travel the continent
Not asking for approval

Not asking for a handout
To pay for the occasional fine

I open the pantry door
And stare blankly
My arms start waving
Fingers pointing

Out of the corner
Of my eye
I notice my wife

I break into
Tai Chi moves
To make it look
Less like a man
Who has
Temporarily
Lost his way

I waited for you
You never came
I headed back home
Wondering who was to blame

I called you on the phone
Your voice mail was full
I scratched out a note
And posted it just the same

We rely on one another
For all the wrong things
I don't know why I bother
We're going down in flame

When we started out
We really kicked ***
Over time though
Neither of us garnished any fame

What did we expect
There wasn't a pair of ears to hear
Our best laid plans were tom foolery
We had the right tools for the wrong game

When my baby's web of whispers
              screams I love you in my ear
  it echoes through my cranium
                       sending messages ear to ear.

My synapse snapping
       and gravity collapsing,
    a host to the sensual,
         multi-dimensional...
                 no such word as fear.

                    It really slays me
                       when I see it disappear.

When we make love my ego burns in effigy
     sending naked stars to fall, it's a natural born lovers ball.


Candles kissing the air, flickering flames of release, total ecstasy,
    it's not just *** to me,                    a forgiving rush of peace.
                                                I stand in wait, waiting for your call,
                                                   oh will this feeling never cease....

                        No four-way flashing, not only fore-play happening  
                                              no yield sign to stop me now.
                                     Like a gold mine, she'll be tappin' me.
                    Yes,     right in the kisser,     POW!

My baby is drama free... if anyone creates confusion,
               well that would be me.

Everything is oh so fine,
         yes, I'm hers and she's mine.
                          It is one slippery shift
                                  on into the sublime.

That is the way I want it,
     not exactly everyone's cup of tea,
                          still, she brings it on just for me.

kinda
like an
eccentric

living his life

with
three
cats

waking
up in
the middle
of the
night

pinching
a flea off
his *****

before
turning
over

on his side
to take sleep
again

I hold myself
in contempt,
or I don't.
Either way
my day is spent
doing what I want,
wanting what I do.

I was thumbing
through some vinyl
when all of a sudden
I had to go home
to take care of some
serious business
so I grabbed some
Taj Mahal
and hit the road

Later the same day
I put on my costume
of an old blues man
an blew some folks away
then I packed up my gear
and was home by 9:00

Scribble lines on paper,
call them borders.
Then walls
to protect their things
and their women.

The Earth belongs to everyone
or it belongs to no one at all.
Then the Sea, it belongs to everyone
or it belongs to no one at all.

The Air  it belongs to everyone
or it belongs to no one at all.
Who gives the right
to pollute the Waters,
When they belong to everyone
or they belong  to no one at all.

And the Sun, does it belong to everyone
or is it the Sun belongs to no one at all.
They put their names on the Stars
that they can see.
But the Stars belong to everyone
or they belong to no one at all.

My marriage
Was like my scotch
It was on the rocks.

Lasting only three years
Feeling like
Three hundred.

I felt broken
For a while
Being torn asunder.

Close to feeling drowned,
Quickly going under

It took some time...
Being by myself.

It took forgiving,
Putting anger on the shelf

It was hard seeing my boy
So little back then.

Every time we saw each other
he'd say daddy when is the next time, when?

I've climbed the North Mountain
coming up from the bay
I looked to see the sights spread below.

Farmland as far as the eye can see
I sat down and began to wonder
until I was full.

Starting down the mountain
to the valley below.
And when I get there I'll see how it goes

Picking  fruit to make a dime
And when the season is over
I'll  know the time.

The people you meet
from other lands doing the same as I,
working with their hands.

Took a ten mile drive
To the Bay of Fundy

The tides out for miles
We climb down the loose shale

On the beach we can hear the tidewater rushing
The red clay hills feel like a dream

The beauty of it all, wholesome and true
I could baptised my self in the muddy murky red

When I get lonely
I go to the airport
and stand in wait
for the passengers
to walk through
the arrival gate

I rush up to
random people
arms stretched out
then straight
into a hug
as I whisper
into their ear
"it's been so long"

Looking for comfort
Tears in my eyes
Like rain pouring down
From the steel grey skies
I've had a lot of time to think
Since you've been gone
I haven't had a shave in three days now
I can't seem to face the mirror
Breathe deep they say
It will help you heal
What do they know anyway
I'll just lay here in bed
Waiting for it to pass
It my take weeks
Maybe months...
Who knows it could be years
Cloudy skies cloudy judgement
I'm impaired and I haven't had a drop
I could wish the pain away
But what would that help

I'm just going to stay in bed
until these clouds roll by
I look out my window
And what do I see
A steel grey sky following me

**** me off
this ride on
it don't cut
the grass it's
just wasting gas

That fight between the ears,
between love and war...

when love loses
and hatred oozes.

You've gone and lost control.
Your ego is on a
I Me Mine trip.

Let go
and do your back flip.

You kind of
feel like crying,
it has been
a long ride home...

Why don't you
roll up your sleeves
and dig in the dirt.

Go and repair the damage,
now that wouldn't hurt.

Oh Lord,
I'm a ******
for your junk..

so go and plunk your junk
right down beside me.

Forget about the grief
it doesn't really matter.

Don't hold
any cards up your sleeve.

Listen to the washboard,
guitar and harp.
All that banging on
the piano, it sounds so good


Just go on and get free
any way you can...

Come on if you want,
that's the way it's supposed to be.

Now I'm not lying
and I am trying
but sometimes it's
one step forward two steps back

So many mistakes, let them go,
just smoke up the smoke stack.

Where to go, where to go,
you have a beginning
and a middle part
but you can't
see the end....

March came in
like a tired Zebra
being run down
by a pride of Lions.

But no, not now,
she's going out like
a ***** old Mule
kicking in the stall.

As you know, mules are *****,
you couldn't have said it better yourself.

Spring comes in March,
I'd like to know who ever
thought that date up.
I've been shovelling snow
while it's ten below.

I went out and bought
a rake a ***** and a ***.
Wishful thinking on my part
the ground is still hard.

I'm going to plant flowers
And raise a high fence
so the Deer's mouth will water
but it will get no feed.

Good riddance March
and your frigid temperatures
I don't want to see your face
for another year.

I crossed eyes
with a money hungry,
power hungry pig today.


Just to say,
sometimes you have to show him who's boss

I took a ***** a rake and a *** into Rogers Canada because they over charged me 100 clams... The first time I said **** he said that I can't use that kinda language. I said that he had been saying it  since he was four. I told him he  had better call security and make sure it is more than One.


To that power hungry *******, I'll bet his two young female staff got a snicker out of that.

Angel drives so well
she'll let you go against the flow
driving with one hand
she's got nerves of steel

A labour of love is her job
it can move you heart and soul
but when a labour of love is all you got
it can put you in a hole

Angel does the dishes
she'll do the laundry too
at the drop of the hat
she'll cover your back

Angel she wraps her wings around
and sometimes I miss my queue
then it comes at the speed of sound
she was only passing though

Water under
the bridge,
rolling and tumbling,

kissing
the rivers' edge.

A *****
strikes the earth,
overturning the
crawling nights'
light lunch.

A bottle of ***
shared by two
who steer clear
of a fires' orange fingers...

fingers to fry
the catch
under a mid-nights' sky.

I'm going down
To the local bar
To visit
One of the toilets
I'm going to be
A star
Let me see
If the shoe fits
I beats the crap
Out of rap
Think I'll put my hands
Into my arm pits
I dream of
The weirdest stuff
Like just call me
Vanilla Nice
I'm the wiggar
Who likes to
Roll the dice
I don't get caught
In a trap
No not like
Those other mice
No ****
It just came out
I had to get up
And write it down
This ain't no stick up
So baby you can
Put your hands down
You can label me a fool
You can say I'm a clown
I guess it's just
I'm looking for that sound
Laugh my *** off
I couldn't get back to sleep
I guess I'm going down