In a world
Where we throw things away

You can shovel all night
It's still on display

You got your bag
And you put it in a pile

Then burn it, what a rip
I want to go some place else

Somewhere where they
Recycle everything

If we put any more plastic
Into the ocean

Pretty soon we'll
Be able to walk on its waves

Pull a Jesus
When to know Him   ...frees us

Not the plastic jesus on the dash
Not the Reverends looking for cash

A revolutionary look at the world
No more not taking the blame

To do that is insane.

Walking that fine line
between the sea and the shore
I hear the song
and I follow along
If you ask me
I don't know what for
a carrot on a stick
A dog with a bone

Twisting a top
Twisting a lot

You turn around
To see what you've got

You call yourself a poet
You write about that
Don't you holler at me
Don't you call me fat

I've got everything fine mama needs
We're  stuck together like glue
We just do what it is we please
Do what it is we do

I call 'em like it is and that's a fact
No painting of the red doors black
No mojo workin' only horns and drums
When it comes to diplomacy I'm all thumbs

Look around you
What do you see
In everyone I meet
There is a whole lot of me

Look in to the sky
Any given eye
Sees it just like me
We are one under the sun

Our petty differences
What ever happened to
Live and let live

If you do unto others
As you would have them
Do unto you

We've got a long way
To go Towards achieving peace
A long way toward loving one another

I could sit here
And **** on it
Stop it from happening

So many people
Not thinking they are one
They are one under the sun

Give it time
There is no expiry date
There is no time
No such thing as of late

One under the sun
Just one only one
Under the sun

Dismantle government
Let the rich help

Divide us into
Four Hemispheres

North South East West
Four strong Four bold

Take what we know
And squeeze out

All the good from
What we are learning

We adopt and adapt
Walk before we run

All humanoid
One planet one sun

It's oh so cold
I'm shivering in my boots

Without any labour
I don't bear the fruits

The skies are cloudy
We might see rain

How did I end up here
My life has gone insane

Being without a home
Keeps you on your knees

You can't concentrate on anything
You can't do as you please

When I get a pay cheque
Things will change

I'll get out of this cold
Out of this life gone strange

plumes of mist
kissed with

an electric
charge

grateful son
of grateful souls

who lived and died
a human span

no torch to pass
no punches to pull

when I hide
they come to me

they smile at
my unwillingness

love is no joke
not just another spoke

with no string to pull
fumbling habitually

in tongue and groove
endlessly laid out

to crawl until I walk
until I fly

Don't look a gift horse
in the mouth
them's the rules
follow the yellow line
taking one step at a time
running is for the fools
take the matter up
high in to the clouds
spend more time alone
far away from the crowds

I'm going to go through with it
This just has to be done
It's all going to stop
Chasing our tail around
For The ****** Dollar
It's all the same in the end

Passionate and proud
At the burst of a cloud
Rain falls in whispers
All today and into the night

When the wild are on the verge
Of some kind of taming
Who cares who you are blaming
How much does it matter that some are unaccountable

Not that you can get away with ****** and wars

When it's time to take your artwork
And put it in a frame
The picture is yours
It's the painter who takes the claim

When it's time to die
What's in it for the stars
Maybe a big wake and
Miles of lined up long electric cars

The mountain's shadow
Keeps the place cool in the summer
Not 'till the volcano spews it's guts
Will you lay down and burn
Or vaporize just in time

It's over with the death of the Star
'What is and was will be  bleaker and bleaker
A place you'd turn your head away from

When we have this chance to change into living without borders
What does that mean a shot of the The New World Order
An evocation of imaginations of and for the somewhat rich and the richer  
A full and complete Police State, militia walk the street, Their bidding done

No way to travel but by foot
And the odd old bicycle  
Horse and mules being bred
To save the soles on your leather boots

All the waters contaminated all the crops hollow not fit for an animal

We go this way or we go that
Who will drag us down or
Who will bring us up
Vibrational  influences could save us all

We can't keep trying to tell ourselves that the Government
Has our best interests at heart because they don't
If there is war among the classes it's a way to distract us
But it needs to be done and I'm bringing my 'A' game

Trust, flung
to the ground
by a horse named
Riddled Doubt
with a broken leg.

They shoot horses don't they.

Sundown in the Paris of the prairies
Wheat kings have all treasures buried
And all you hear are rusty breezes
Pushing the weathervane Jesus

In his Zippo lighter he sees the killer's face
Maybe it's someone in the killers' place
Twenty years for nothing, well, that's nothing new
Besides, no one's interested in something you didn't do

Wheat kings and pretty things
Let's just see what the morning brings

There's a dream he dreams where his high school's dead and stark
It's a museum where we are locked in it after dark
Where the the halls are all lined all yellow, grey and sinister
Hung with pictures of our parent's Prime Ministers

Wheat kings and pretty things
Let's just see what the morning brings

Late breaking story on the CBC
A nation whispers, "We always knew he'd go free"
They add "You can't be fond of living in the past"
'Cause if you are then no way you're going to last"

Wheat kings and pretty things
Let's just see what the morning brings
Wheat kings and pretty things
Let's just see what the morning brings



Gord Downie

A  poet was given
a life sentence today.

He'll be going the way
of Bob Marley and Frank Zappa.

I saw him perform
over the last few decades.
Hip he was and always will be.

In the ranks of Canadian poets,
his peers being  Gordon Lightfoot,
Leonard Cohen and Mister Neil Young.

He wrote about the Canadian Prairies,
about New Orleans sinking and nautical disasters.
All with soul and intellect.

A friend said,
"You didn't have to
Know know know him
to love love love him".
And that's true.

With a heavy heart I ponder the noon news.
I recall the day I heard of John Lennon's ******.

The only time I ever cried
over the death of a celebrity.

Thoughts and prayers out to you Gordie,
and your family and friends.

Ironically tragic for one so Tragically Hip.

A glimpse into more than the globe
No passing fancy a glance into the Universe

Like seeing the patchwork patterns
On one hell of an acid trip

Feeling for the first time a kaleidoscope
Of wavy sounds weaving out and in and through

Knowing but not knowing that I am  much more than ego
Finally seeing it's not me but just a part of who I am

I tell myself why or is it that I ask myself why
Just for a brief moment the Universe showed its hand

All  of those seminars and self help books
Just as bad as those Christian evangelists

Preying on the lost or ill and confused and asking for the hand out
That they are sure to find in a game of numbers translating in to cash

Like a dog with a bone a seeker of the 'what is' I twist and turn
I sometimes pretend that a new beginning waits at the end to begin again

Why don't we have a change in pace
Stop what you're doing and follow me around

I'm tired of being a little puppy
Chasing you all over town

One thing is for certain
One thing is painfully clear

I'll let go of the wheel
You can go ahead and steer

I won't be busting a nut any time soon
We both want to be dancing in the light of the moon

Hold up a little I don't see a crown
Let's get back home to the east side of town

Yesterday is gone don't keep harping
Don't wait until tomorrow open your heart and sing

I brought my bottom dollar what did you bring
Put it up here on the table well what do you think


We can walk away but that's no good
I know well you enough to know you wouldn't

Let's pick it up where the angels put it down
Take it back home to the east side of town

Trump..  what can you say,
he thinks he's a shark and he preys upon all he can.
        

His calculated bid,  always on the attack,
his war cry, don't give any sucker a decent break.

He chooses walls over bridges
in dealing with the rest of the world.

He has more than enough money,
enough to 'get the job done', and say 'you're fired'.

He's dangerous and the whole world is watching.
Another North Korea, with a sense of a false bravado.

This man doesn't care how he'll go down in History,
he could care less of any man women or child.

It just goes to show you, he's crafty, the son-of-*****.
A man-child in depends... let's make him wallpaper.

Let's show them that they have awakened the peoples
and that we are not going to cave in to the bully on the school yard.

The whole world is watching and we won't  go away.
We have the energy to become a force of truth and justice.

The Universe is watching and no stone will be unturned.
No deed will not be illuminated and courage will stand up to fear.

Silos breaching the skyline,
Large ****** of the landscape.
The smells of the barnyard are pungent..
Although not unpleasant, really, rather pleasant.

These old farms all along this winding road,
They've stood tall for a century or two.
Their clap board  and stone attest to a time
When what was built was built to last.

The pictures taken don't quite take in the charm,
The nobility, the steadfastness, the breath of a solid life
People seem as scarce as hens teeth, not a soul to be seen.
Just horses lambs cows and cats and dogs.

And my creativity
has left with  her backpack
she has gone camping

I can blame her
I sat here like a bump on a log.

She says she will be gone for three days
So I'm left here just scribbling lines.

When she returns we will have a lot to do
Fitting in my words to her lines.

Three days is just long enough
To drive me  bat **** crazy
Bore of some of my splintered self.

Instead of showing you
A picture of my meal
I'll just describe it to you
So let your mouth water
With every word and be thankful
You're not going to bed hungry

Lying in bed
Unable to sleep
The fan in the room
Oscillates sounding
Like the waves
Lapping the shore
I think back to
This morning
When I heard
A cellist amongst the choir
Tears rolled down my cheeks
Why is it that I cannot sleep

could it be something
that the whole world believes true
which is illusion

spiritual music
is all that I have ever known
it calls me back home

Fill the basin
To half full
Cram the dishes
Into the white soapy
Bubbles and very hot water

Too hot for hands
And dish clothes
Wait, write a poem

Have a cup of coffee
And pat myself on the back
For doing three things
All in the same bunch of moments

What can be said
You dig in
Oh, water's still too hot

Pour myself
Another coffee
Contemplate the state
Of the unkempt Kitchen floor

when I was a boy
everything was all brand new
now I am a man

I can't wait
'till I'm all free of you

I wring my hands
since you said we're through

I chew my nails
I don't know what to do

I'm down and out
feeling ******* blue

I sat down to write
something meaningful

something
the poetic readers

will show you that
you've struck a vein with their likes

something
so meaningful

it spills over
with meaning

turning the heads
of other writers

and it brings tears to the eye
with its stinging truth

so full of insight
that it shines a light

on the darkest corners
of the mind

three minutes walk
from my home
a giant park
with trails
and a few
waterfalls

beautiful
is the way
to describe it

the roar
of the falls
are hypnotizing and

in that momentary trance
time slips away

the smell
of the furs
and pines
the tall trees
guide your eyes
to the pale bluest
of blue skies

the trails
that lead you
through rocky terrain
still icy making it
a bit of a challenge
for unsure footing

time
spent
clears the head
and resurrects
restoring the spirit

three minutes
from my back door
what more could a person ask for

you can't
change
your nature

like you can
your wardrobe

what you are
is what you are

poor or rich
we float along
on this globe

amongst the stars
amongst the stars

there is more
than one way
to be rich or poor

and right now
my sanity is
headed out the door

so blow
us a kiss
should

our spirit
be amiss

Put your
hands
in the air

and realise
we go
nowhere

without
a little help

from
who knows
where

just as long
as we can
feel it

just so we
know that
it's there

My plans were foiled
I fell down on my knees
My clothes got soiled

I've got Art on the wall
The telephone never gets a call
I'm five nine and my problems
Are ten feet tall

Just like taking the grey
When you could have sun all day

I have the rhythm but I don't have the blues
When it comes to trouble well I'm bad news

I look to my left and I look to my right
The whole world is falling apart

Washington, a reality show has become
Everybody has tired of hearing 'you're fired'
And has been waiting on the roll of the drum

Google is there but which answer is true
And when they steal your writing
Do you really think you can sue

It sounds
And I am compelled to listen
This is beautiful
Now that I've heard it
There is no turning back
To the point of no return
Experiences pile up
The hold never dissipates
At times it immerses me
And I remain motionless
It sounds, squeezing ***
On its bonds with male
And female on fresh waves

Upon a hill
stood a kaleidoscope
with a sign saying free.

You put your eye to the lens
and she began to crank around.

Inside was neon brightness
     and pastel hues,
as the crank turned the townsfolk in the scope began to tear apart
               torsos began to twist  free,     pull    apart...  Then boom!
Flailing  arms and legs and hands and feet.

Everything reminding me of a snow globe
I observed once for hours while taking acid.

So sharp some colours can be... sharp enough to shred a town

These neon and pastel body parts
keep bouncing  off the glass sides, all around.

Smearing them with hues of red and orange ,
Scraping them with electric purples and fireworks greens and yellow.

Be careful when you put your eye to a free kaleidoscope filled with black magic. You might not walk away the same.

Out in space on the other side of the earth
Where the world of water  blocks out the sun
You look outward to see the stars burn bright
Without earth's atmosphere, they don't flicker
They shine bright and strong
And the total darkness calls, God calling to your heart
While the Milky Way is a band of white leading to where?
Perhaps back to the garden
Here on earth, between these ears, where the battle of the soul rages
And the *disease of conceit grips you
With two hands, by the shirt you will try to run
You run away in any which direction
Or maybe you just give in and sit in that ****
While a legion of devil brethren whispers in your ear
The Hounds of Hell, they're not satisfied with a biscuit shaped like a bone
They want to gnaw your bones to pulp
They lift their legs and **** on you and you stand there shaking
Shaking like the leaves on the trees
And you know that your only hope is to bow your head
And get down on bended knee
There where you are carried away to the Cross
And from the dirt, you look up to the figure crucified
That paid the price, the God-Man sent to fight the battle for you
All you had need to do was ask.
Go to your closet and in the darkness of that small room
With its four walls within arms reach
And with all its old ghosts still there, permeating your pores
Let your spirit pray, pray as your tears roll down to your breast
Pray, 'till your eyes puff red. Pray to be saved, rather than not
As you have been the Devil's play toy for so long
Choose the way of faith and instruction in the way
For it is that instruction which gives you freedom
God will not just move on being sure of another soul He knows wants saving
God has time for all'  He calls it grace, the innocent child we are inside
Knows this Grace Is stronger than that thoughtless sinner that we had become

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 dust off our top hats and spats
And strike out on a crawl

Now I know what it is 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

Shake those dice and give them a blow
By the time they hit the velvet
You know just how it's going to go
We could do it up just like a drug
You don't have to convince me I'm already sold
It's back to throwing out a life line
To draw some heat out of this late winter's cold

7:30 am
windows
letting
through sun
must get out
and play
or just to
walk
in its rays

Money comes from the machine
The machine comes from the bank

Funny money, digital figures
Flying through the air

Debt for everyone
Paying to being alive

You can't have a warehouse
To store your barter hoard

Unless the Machine puts out
And gives you the cash to build a barn

When money doesn't work any more
Things will change, most think for the worst

Imagine being worth billions then
Being worthless, useless to everyone

The Machine will grind to a halt
You can't live in a fairytale for ever

The sun
A bullet hole
Burning through
The grey-white sky
Waiting on a train
At the crossing
Traffic standing still
Graffiti strewn boxcars pass
Artful dodgers
On steel canvas'
Leaving their unsung scars
Smoky music fills my head
One of those moments
In my memory scrapbook
Thoughts of one who
Used to make me know
All was good with the world

this way
to the end
of days

pounding
brain
insane

streaming
consciousness

washing
ashore
messages

hopes of
a lifetime
down the drain

fools
with the
world

for an
audience

every bit
of us

slowly
crumbles

be careful

what you
think

for there
comes for
what you do

not to be
caught
with
your pants down

looking
like
an idiot

gladly
passing
for a fool.

I was not
born in the USA, if I were
I'd be tired of the excuses having to be made
from the wars to the dead Kennedy brothers.

And the Martin Luther Kings.
Anyone who brings glimpses of a World for the better.
Those with the current currency that they clutch tightly.
They will never allow things to become worthwhile for all.

How much
of the population
needs to be soul-serious
to speed up the change
away from the love of money
toward the love of humankind.

The system has lost control.
A vote means nothing
An Election means nothing

Everyone around the World
watches on and their juices get stirred.
The Rich talk about a New World Order.

Something has to change,
war will not change it,
hoarding money and power
will not change it.

The only thing that can change it
is you and me. What if they threw a war
and nobody came.

My views might lean toward a simpler
type of socialism, but one fully gutted.
No Rich with their self proclaimed power
to own places and things. To lay claim to the land that belongs to no one.
The Earth and The Sky is the right of all, not any ruling class not any warring class.

Radical you say, well it is the roots that are rotting.

They want us to be divided, unthinking about anything
other than a ******* car or truck or a house we only think we own
Until the time they want to take it from us. Leaving us nothing,
leaving more and more to beg and to curse the cold: Blaming those who have.

Can you see their arrogance thinly veiled with a shallow smile?
Can you see the destruction of this small planet we all share only
when it comes to taking up a bit of space and a little oxygen.
A revolution is at hand but not one of the sword and shield


If anyone is in need of an intervention it's all of us, every last one of us.
Our disregard for life... all life. Change, 'change has come' is flaunted to many
of the mass but many around the world are waking up. They no longer believe. We must keep this Universal tool of Information so most of us can galvanize with the like minded.

Not to play at a thing called Twitter were in my world Twitter is a place
just south of LA where everyone is practising joke writing for the movies
and TV. And most are failing. Real change is brought about by Leaders knowing that real change begins from within. The stronger we become
the more compassionate we look on our world. The more we want change for all.

I wanted to play the lead
But things got mean

So I hopped on a bus
And without too much fuss

I made my way
Back to the bakery

The next time
I want to play the lead

I'll remember the rhythm
Of the whole Human racing

The misplacing of a whole
In exchange for a bunch of lousy pieces

You
have to hold tight
to that hundred dollar hat.

You
have to watch
the puddles
in those two hundred dollar shoes.

You
have to stop muttering '****'
under your breath.

You
have to 'wait now'
this isn't my life.

You
can keep muttering
'****' under your breath.

the runt
of the
litter

she is **** head
was going to call her meow

but **** head works fine.

little
bit a this

little bit a that

don't
you yell
at me

don't you call
me fat

I'm
built for
comfort

I
ain't
built
for speed

let
me
know
what
you what

sweet
daddy
got
every
thing

sweet momma need

write me
out

write
me in

you
are

a nothing

you're too
thin skinned

wage war

your
address
is
with
you

don't
be surprised

if
you
find
a ****

that
you can't polish

If it's all
the same to you
I don't have the time
to sit on a fence
thinking you
have a clue.

Seems you don't know
what you don't know

Snivel you must
with one big

hard ******

You don't know
what to do..


You slip
and you're slim

Figure it out
I can find A rhyme

But I really don't care

Too bad you
leave your stench

everywhere.

Sometimes
I like my whiskey warm

That seems to be
When I'm in good form

To step outside the circus
That seems to be my norm

Sing a song of six pence
A pocket full of worms

Warm whiskin-e
On a balmy winter's eve

It's my only holding back
Before a kiss it to me

Late February winter's breeze.

Grey
skies
chilly
temperatures

Alibis
for
your
sweet
alchemy

Allegorical
punchlines
setting
up
shop

Breathe
deeply
my
dear
friend

Every
thing
is
subject
to
change.

Foot
        long
                 toenails
one hundred year old whales


Can't
    find the vein
       a junkies old refrain

Lost
in the music
   of the street

The hiss
    of rubber on the road
       a sustained
           lullaby

The reeds the reeds
  blow those reeds

Plant seeds plant seeds
   plant those seeds

   Water them well
           from

An ancient well
  with spiked punch

And German sausages
         so big that to get them up
                 you need a forklift

You heard by now
        there's  no depending on me
           when it comes down to the crunch

but.... ****... end of the joke so

Keep on keeping on
   stretching out those legs

If not to
    just walk
      around the block

Some kind of beautiful Finch
came to visit today.

She was black and blue and
two shades of grey.

As I sat on the stoop
with February's day.

So much sunshine
it would be hard pressed
to feel dismay.

My mind drifting
like in a dream...

Where you can't
quite make it go your way.

Just float on my back
in the whispy whispery world.

Dream of a day where  
there is no need
to have a Flag to unfurl.

When here
Is nearer than near

In this moment
I tell myself

This framed picture
Bordered with and by others

Its next stop is non-stop
travelling time and space

How about some of that
You take the high road

While I take the low one
Our destination a place in the sun

In this space
In this time

Today is just another whistle stop
Followed by tomorrow's next flip flop

I
found
an
old
phone
today

In a shop
  with antiques

Bulky,
   black and
       beautiful

From the 50's
just like me

For sure it's dial
is a rotary

Its ring
takes me
to a musky old hotel lobby

I hear it ring... ring... ringing

The desk clerk shouts out

" Paging Irving  Paging Irving
      come to the front desk please".

Everyone is telling me
They are giving up on TV
Too much propaganda they say

Yet they **** up those Hollywood films
They allow their emotions to be stirred
They say to themselves 'give 'em hell'

I must admit I do watch movies
I like to think I watch with a discerning eye
I like a good story but maybe I pollute myself

It's so easy sometimes to fool ones self
The ego is a slippery ***** of self righteousness
Being aware of what  'IS'  24/7 is more than hard

I hear people say 'what comes around goes around'
And I wonder if they think past this life
Karma knows no timeline in the way I understand it

The big questions are the ones that have no clear answer
That is not to say that they have no answer
That's not to say I don't have to look for the answer

'Seek and you shall find' puts the responsibility on me
'Row row row your boat gently down the stream
Merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream'

It's time to wake up from the nightmare
The thoughts you think the feelings you feel
They are strong medicine or they are a sick mind

It's hard not to judge but what you do when you notice
Makes all the difference in the Universe
Thank God I can change my thoughts

Living is easy
In the times it's not hard

Once we've learned the rules
We have a fighting chance

No one knows for sure
Until they put the hammer to the anvil

Once I was blind
To the messes I made now I see

Same old story
Same long songs and dance

Reap sow sow reap
Wiser  than I said these things

Not saying who am I
To question I have that right

So much to learn
More than a lifetime to learn it

When I rest my bones
My head darts forward and my heart recalls

It isn't a matter
Of better than or worse

More like a balance
I need to strike

It's true what they say
about vibes...

My key is to keep those vibrations
In some kind of light

All those hurtful things
I lay claim to

They travel space and time
I never knew I was in control

Now I have a fighting chance
Knowing what I need to know