Go sit up all night,
Go sit up on the Arm's wall.

I'm going to take it all in
and think about it all.

The moonlight on the water
striking me in the eye,

Mighty Blue Heron
under intermittent sky.

Ducks knocking back shellfish,
Fuelling up for the flight into fall.

Here I sit, quiet, on a stone,
so glad to be on the Arm's wall.

Sometimes you can't
find any justice anywhere,
oh sure you run into
a little here and a little there.

Just like the heat can
push you out into the cold,
leaving your bones
feeling bought and sold.

We all need love
and I'm no exception,
I can't stand still,
no not for rejection.

All I wanted was a little magic
I didn't want no voodoo,
I didn't want to crash and burn,
not like you do.

I'm plugging my ears
to stop the noise and
******* the wound
to rid me of the poison.

I have to roll up my
sleeves and dig in the dirt,
try to repair the damage,
now that wouldn't hurt.

So what's so hard
about blowing you off,
leaving me alone to
collect my thoughts.

But it feels so lonely
knowing we'll be done
I'm a little lovelorn
after the setting sun.

I grew so tired
of all your lies
and to take them as truths
just wouldn't be wise.

Still it's a matter
of setting thing straight,
no more will I jump in
and take your bait.

Instead of missing you I'm just going
to get used to not having you around,
I deal with it better that way or
at least that's what I've found.

  © 2013

the first thing
that I noticed
was the child's beauty.

then again
I realised how
you can't judge a book
by its binding.

my fingers
laced behind my head,
while the  back of my mind
rest in the palm of my hands.

the linking of
those boney fingers,
a sign
of my threadbare body,
barely old,   barely able.

there she was,
waving her habitual bliss
like a carrot
on the end of a stick.

while a silent psalm
surrounds a starry angel's glow.

I see
   I read

I poke fun

I
plead

I
*****

I gripe

I run
   I fight

I look
   I listen

I keep
   to myself

I find
    what's
       missin'

is
     I'm plural

When you make a joke online have you equipped or are you equipping.© 2013

A ****** crossed
a crescent moon
in a twilight sky,
the wind whispering
"Is this a blessing
or is it a curse."

Falling stars pass through
the pastel splashed canvas
of a Northern night
heading toward
once green fields
***** and on fire
with no morning's dew
for rest bit.

To the south
mountain tops
pushing jaggedly  
through milk white clouds,
their tips, rock bare and alone,
always looking down on the world,
their stone being smoothed by
one hundred million winds
through one hundred million years.

Only time will tell
if there will be a human shadow
to bask in the rays of a close enough Sun.
Playful gods, mythical legends telling us that
any great wrong will be found out.
A Proverb's Fallout dripping
down our brow like interest owed to creditors.

You can just
get out of my face.

Your response to
some one not liking you,
is to not like them back.

Here's a thought,
why don't you try
changing the way you act.

You may be a friend of a friend
but that alone does not garner respect.

I call you 'Tomorrow' because
that's when I want to see you
and every body knows
tomorrow never comes.

You had better hope
that some of the things
that you say come back to haunt you
because nowadays not too many
even what to say boo to you.


© 2012

All rights reserved.

My father,
he took me hunting
at the young age of five.

One time we went fishing
on a lake called Cold
I caught a speckled trout,
from then on I was sold.

Then from the sea in a dory
a lobster trap he stole,
I've yet to figure what that was about.

Living in Canada
lends its self to a bounty of beast.

The fowl of the sky
with a rifle I did shoot.
They were tasty and we did feast.

I learned to set a snare
to catch a rabbit
and make a stew.

I'd gut them and clean them,
I learned all of this...
and in the back
in a smoke house
hung all kinds of fish.

You don't have to
be able to understand something
to be able to use it.

But you have to understand something
to be able to use it well.

I guess that this applies to life.

My father and I, well, we were just learning to grow...
he's gone now, and I pray God rest his soul.

In
the
city
in the
sky,
Gothic
clouds
pelt
the
eye.

In
the
city
in the
sky,
we
have
supper
by
five.

In
the
city
in
the
sky
we stay
out
late
at night
when
the need
feels
great
and
the
time
is right.

In
the
city
in
the sky
there
is no
gnashing
at the
bit,
you
step
up
and
fill
your
plate,
you
feel
so
good
just as
you
should,
it is
your
natural
state.

In
the
city
in the
sky,
death
is
no more
and
religion
has
been
shown
the door.

In
the
city
in
the
sky,
there
is peace
and
brotherhood
and love
reigns
all,
just
as it
should.

© 2013

Walking the walk
With one foot
In the grave
Keeping your
Head held high
Knowing
Your end of days
We all pray
That your Spirit flies
When you are laid to rest
Not all of you dies
You live on
In the mind of others
We all hold you in Heart
We are your sisters and brothers

One time
I took a medication
that interfered
with my bladder function
I couldn't urinate
The very talk of a catheter   
scared the **** out of me

Life is short that says it all still you're going to find that it's a long hard crawl.
Magical the myriad of visions that pass moon beams,
hopeful my heart grasps the spark within these wakeful dreams.
The hours of fitful slumber waning fast like the death of night,
my mind wonders to and fro like a pedulum on my sight.
Dreams that seams like nothing now at all not big or so small.
My relentless wake devours me now, for I am always dreaming anyhow.

kinda
like an
eccentric

living his life

with
three
cats

waking up
in
the middle

of the
night

pinching
a flea off
his *****

**** salesman with a mouth full of samples

Coughing
up a lung

a little leery

worse for
wear and tear

I say fill
your boots

go for it
let it ride

it's just
a cold

what
you're

not a kid

man up
pull up

your socks

get out
there
and give

'em hell

Go sit up all night,
go sit up on the Arm's wall.

Take it all in,
think about it all.

The sails on the Arm
are coming to no harm...

Moonlight on the water
striking me in the eye.

Mighty blue heron
under intermittent sky.

Wild duck knocking back shellfish,
fueling up for the flight into fall.

I sit quite on a stone,
so glad to be on the Arm's wall.

You have left and
I will watch as you walk away
Watch you become so small until you are
A speck on the horizon

Then I'll turn my thoughts to something new
Or some old thing that I thought I had let rest long ago
Either way I will distract myself and not call it 'waiting'
What do I have to 'wait' for anyway, maybe just a new day

A day that has no scent of you
With a nightfall that will bring peaceful rest
A rest with no dreams of my loss
No dreams of what was once something that I called mine

Plastic toy soldiers will now guard my bruised heart
They will guard against any intruder that might want to distract
Me from my wallowing in self pity
Creating my pain from frame to frame in a comic book life

A cosmic tale of a fish that I call a whale
A boat that I float in a sea of stars that shoot a movie
Of a sad sad man who doesn't understand
And if he did he wouldn't change a thing

I should have said Yes but I said No
And now I tell myself  it doesn't really matter
A lie I will tell the world to save some face
To sooth my broken ego that masquerades as my heart

I want
to work
my Vision.

Oh, I pretend
I remember,
'way
back when:

The day was
my expected
day of arrival.

It was so hard
to move around.

I didn't
want
to come out..

..I didn't
know
what was
out there,
and I guess
I had
enough
distractions
as it were.

-Brake-

Flash!
'dollars to donuts.

If I get
my feet
back on
solid ground,
or,
if you
ring
that
bell,
a mad
dog
will
come
a runnin',

and
you'd
wish
that you
could
motor
just a
little bit faster.


© 2013

The starlings
Outside my
Window
Sing a song
Of no regret
There is snow
On the ground
And little food
To be found
But that's okay
Because today
The sun is out
The sky is clear
It's very warm
For this time
Of year
And if the
Philosophy
Doesn't blind me
I know I will find me
A weapon to use
To fight these blues

Idling too fast,
but why move
for the sake of movement.

I pet my head
and shuffle my feet,
doing something
that doesn't need doing.

Quite loss to the
end of the day,
a group of
rusty nights
spreading their togetherness.

My bed waits,
it doesn't call,
knowing I will
take it up and walk
into a play
that feels so much
like a life
otherwise not had.

jealousy
will be the end
of me.

yes it will
you wait and see.

frisk me
if you don't
believe me.

can't you
hear me,

frisk me.

lick those
wounds.
feel free,

when you're
done lickin'

be a farmer
in a field
worry
about the
yield,

free feeling
'till you
hit the ceiling.


















and on and on and on

and on

Sitting at the kitchen table,
a game of cards on the go.

A fruit bowl that's become
a "catch-all" for all things Kitchen.

A calendar up on the wall with
dates written over for appointments.

The time it goes so fast,
October all planned out.

Summer has gone, got up and left,
not saying so much as a word.

Last year Winter started in November,
it snowed as many Wednesdays as it could.

In the back of my brain I hear the radio play
some sappy tune that the DJ was calling "classic rock".

This chair I am sitting on is too hard
and my **** tells me to get up and walk.

Hurry up and win I say to myself
so I can retreat to the Living room.




irving2014

I grow in
                                   your garden
                                                                                         as you grow in mine

on the other hand is a peace symbol,
              on the other hand is my fist.
on the other hand is seasons greetings,
              on the other hand you're on my
                                         naughty list.
on the other hand is love sweet love,
              on the other hand is hatred with
                                                 a twist.
on the other hand is a blanketing darkness,
              on the other hand, in sunlight I'll
               bargain your soul in a will-o'-the-wisp

The tiny town's talented tailor
swiftly sews silken suits,
in his shop he plays the Wailers,
Bob Marley fills his boots.
Beside his shop
sits Susie's Sushi,
she serves him lunch
every Tuesday.
He leaves a tip because
she treats him well,
He's got a crush and
she can tell.
After lunch
it's back to work,
measuring here
and stitching there,
everthing is done
just savoirfaire.
All the town folk
say he is the master.
He smiles at this
and works all the faster.
Then on the corner
the clock strikes five,
with the last suit hung
he says enough of this jive.
He shuts the light
and locks the door.
Nine bells tomorrow
and he'll be back for more.

Slithering  through life
Wearing a botched face lift
Head  held down
Face shielded by hands

You aspired to be a model
Now you drive your forklift
The uppers get you though
You like it but not the fumes

A wife beater shows tattoos
Colourful  meaningful
Filled with the shadings in life
Scars on the backs of your hands

Thick fingers wrapped around a shot
Make it a double, no, two, to wind down
You walk to the mirror and look
Tears fall lightly, you want something more

What tells us we can't, is 'us'
Resolve to make your mark
Step out of the dark take your stance
Push that fear aside and don't look back

Spine twisted recompense
and all that was, is not.

Fortune buried in a field
and you stand on the wrong
side of the fence with your plastic shovel.

Wisdom brings responsibilities pain.

If you hold too tight
to the kettle
you shall burn your arms.

What good to burn your arms.

Better to cut them off
and go through life
eating with your feet.

© copyright 2012  All Rights Reserved

I did a double take,
it doesn't have to
be that way.

I goofed, ****** up,
my nasty habits were on display.

I have had a hard life,
I'd rather that than
one that's flaccid

I saw and heard things out of
the ordinary, kinda like I was
doing acid.

To each his own,
I can tell you that.
Some things are not for everybody.

At moments I'm bursting with joy,
that's in between bouts of melancholy.

I can be on a plateau
for a bit of a stretch
right before I turn a corner.

Then I'm just shot into space,
I guess you could say that I'm a foreigner

If you wanna have some whiskey
by all means feel free,
it's just not my cup of tea.

I'd rather a blunt and something sweet,
just hangin' out, taking it easy.

If you want to converse
I'll go along for the ride
but there is a limit to what I'll discuss.

Most every thing is fair game
Though an open mind is a must.
But we can't tackle *******
no, that would be a touchy subject.

Blue Jay
you're very blue today.

Did your Hen
leave you,

leaving all your blue skies
to turn to grey.

Blue Jay
your voice is so shrill,

you sound as if
you are moving in for the ****.

It appears to me
that you are absolutely free.

Blue Jay
you show the way,

the Universe
is at your disposal.

Why would I be left in the cold.

Her intuition must have been clouded
by a Halloween's party drinking.

A beautiful young girl,
barely old enough to drink.

She took a ride offered
by a stranger and was ***** and murdered.

Left on the side of an old dirt road
deep in the back woods.

Only to be discovered in the November daylight
half naked from the waist down.

What kind of human being would
want to cover up such an ugly crime.

Why would he only come to get
two years under house arrest?

Why would society
even want to have him back..

He silently blends in amongst the crowd,
most never knowing not of his part.

Who is to say what he is capable of..
How is he able to sleep at night?

Perhaps he himself is a psychopathic,
The ******* ***** rat, just repulsive.

I cringe when I see him and have to hold my tongue,
I have the urge to do violence against him.


© 2014

I stand around in my day by day
and a  friend came just to say,

It's all wrong you got it wrong
I tell you this because our friendship is true

I go to and fro in my day by day
That same friend came up to say

You have it all wrong and I feel I can tell you
as our friendship is true.

Fresh moment to alive to die brings out the life
I try to live, sewing moments all in a row.

My so called friend states yet again I do it but do it wrong yet.
Now is it for me to drag  my friend into the realm of possibility
Or is his doing it wrong comments come only out of his fear.

you are the
entire package,  
                  love,          
,a hooka bar..    ..the old ways.

  Unable eyes
     white Xmas,
Water, rough road.

                     Life is a fickle thing..
 Self portrate #1.. 
 
That 3 pm feeling
                    
                        easy vow,
                             right looked
                  
                                  left,­ right
                            left,
                         ­           was
                          right.

                         Left was      
                          right.
wasleftwasright         
                                 ­  rightwasleftwas.


end..


© 2012

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.

Hidden in the shadow
of the Soul owner,

born in the body
while the whole is hidden.

No worldly value
can be attached to this.

The magic of Life
is not theirs to claim.

They drag the cross
painless, not fearless.

Their way, it
pulls at me,

it burns my lips.
My fingertips stretch

to touch the Heirs overflow.
Fears cloud my eyes

as I watch
time tic loudly.

© 1986

We took a long drive down
To Jawbone Corner where
A flashing red light
Acts as a four-way
I'm with my girl, her driving,
Me delivering foreplay.

Down in the Valley where
You can be at rest or
You can be at play,
Newly Weds and nearly Deads,
Draft Dodgers from Yankee Ville
And my family lives there still.

Apple blossoms with
Their assualt to the senses,
All kinds of distractions,
Too many to mention.

A Sunday drive
That lasts all day,
Cape Blomington stands
Oh so tall,
You can get down
And forget about it all

As you coast in to town
And lay your money down
At the local pub,
Checking it all out
To see what's what
In the way of fun,
Where to next
Under the mid-day sun,
Where to next
Before we're all done.

Feel like I'm on the mend.. somedays I feel like a broke down old VW bug and it bugs me.


© 2013

All Rights Reserved

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 Earths atmosphere they don't flicker,
they shine strong and the total darkness calls,
it calls God 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 your conceit grips you with two hands
around your neck while you try and run away
in the other direction, or maybe you'll just sit
in the **** while a legion of devils whisper in
your ear. The Hounds of Hell, they aren't satis-
fied when you hold out a biscuit shaped like a
bone, no, they want to gnaw your bones to pulp,
they lift there leg and **** on you as you stand
there shaking, shaking like leaves on a tree and
you know your only hope is to bow your head
down and get down on bended knee. Go to the
Cross and from the dirt on the ground look up
to that naked figure there that paid the price, the
God-Man sent to fight the battle for you. All you
need to do is ask, go to your closet and in the darkness
of that small closet with its four walls in arms reach
and all of its ghosts with their hot breath breathing
down your neck permeating your pores and let your
Spirit pray.  Keep praying as the tears roll down to soak
your breast, pray until your eyes puff red. Pray that the
Christ saves you rather than not; as you've been the Devils
play toy for so, so long, and if you don't choose when you
know the difference God may just move on, move on to
save a soul that really wants to be saved. How ignorant and
arrogant we are about the Laws of the Universe, about the law
of cause and affect, about living a life of faith and instruction.


© 2013

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"

I cry
not because
I feel alone
but because
I feel others
out there
not knowing
what to do

You say
you have good
to offer
please
come to
my window pane

I don't
need any chaos
like the
devil
who
stands on
my welcome mat

I'll await
that gentle rap
from you
on my
window
pane

I'm going down
to the local bar
to see one of
the toilets.
I'm goin' to
try and be
a star..
see if the shoe fits.

I'm goin' to find
a beat whether
it's crap or rap.
I'm goin' to
put my hands
in my armpits
and hope to hell
I don't got the clap,
and shout it out
'cause it'll be about
something,
even if it's the *****.

Every time
I hear the phrase
'Hip Hop'
I think of Easter
being on its way.
I'm going to call me
Vanilla not so nice,
the whitey who rolls them dice,
don't get caught in no trap
like all those other mice.

Hell, now I'm flippin' house's,
what a way to land on your feet..
and I still hear my songs on the radio..
...not often mind you.

Lot's of people make mistakes
while others get some breaks,
Now I may have said some things
to get yourtail feathers up..
but don't you worry about me,
I can take the blow-by-blow.
It could be a lot worse don't you know.
I could be some numb nuts like David Allan Coe.

I could leave this one to rest
because it's most clearly
not one of my best,
but it woke me up one morning
and I had to right it down..


© 2012

Cobra's breath
through yard iron teeth,
sullen swank and sway.

Shant no man stand
where WILL be loosed
till gait and gravity
sound pounding shoe.

Within no glass wall
to splinter and fly,
till distant point
seen with thine eye,

Pass behind
to settle in cell,
being recalled of fear
or a rainy day,

Casting visions
of a cruelest hell
of infinite symbol,
sound and smell.

It's like a catch-22
you're ****** if you don't
and ****** if you do.
I don't want to be owned,
owned like a slave.
Told what to do think
and how to behave.

I tell you what,
while I do the prep work,
you stand at the door
and keep six
and  I'll put a match
to the spoon
and cook us up another fix.

Waiting for Mister Green
is like having
an extra hole in my head.
Some days living in this world
feels like I'd be better off dead.
Yes they'll loose the lions
in the Coliseum's ring,
but it's not over until it's over.
Or until you let the fat lady sing.


© 2013

You say something to one person
and they say something to some one else.

Someone is always rolling over in their grave.
Even to die isn't enough to be left alone.

Sometimes it's hard to find a single friend,
no not a one to be found.

Don't be thinking you're too cool to avoid the bombs,
they're getting dropped no matter who you are.

You might think you're something,
but you're just another face in the crowd.

So don't talk too loud and carry a big stick,
sometimes it's like a ball of snot on your finger that you just have to flick.

It can get you down if you let it,
but I bet it just falls away if you just keep your hands in your pockets and button your lip.


© 2013
All Rights Reserved

When I was young
a gypsy woman said to me,
You'll have a life of chaos and confusion
With no end in sight, no solution.
She waved her arms in the air
pronouncing due time must pass
before I'd stumble upon peace, and
more pleasure. And love, all in good measure.

As I think about what she said
I relax on the beach listening
to the waves lapping at the shore.
Watching the children carry their plastic pails
full of jellyfish to a sandy death
before going back for more.

The haze in the sky lets through the suns rays
and I burn slightly contemplating these better days.
I don't look back but when I do, it's not for long.
I turn my thoughts to what went wrong,
then I cast the memory aside
in order to allow my spirit to glide.

Mistakes are still made,
not every card is well played.
I get nowhere if I deny,
and cheat myself with some spun lie.
Change is going to come, it comes for everyone.
I make the best out of what I've got,
sometimes it seems that it's so little
but the opposite is true, it's really a lot.

If when I stand out in the wild
and I hear the sound of silence
come to find it be a whole lot of
amplified white noise numbing my mind

I'd rather hear the sound of a Mariachi
Band bouncing off the cold and sweaty tiles
of a Public Washroom wall where secrets
lay on bended knees and golden rings
are held at eye level trying to act as a reminder
of what should be good in life.

I learned not to
run with scissors
along time ago
in this spiritual playground
that blooms and blossoms
within and without me.
Don't run with scissors
and treat what I find
with as much reverence
as I can muster.

Oh how it sometimes becomes
so obvious that when I lose track
if I follow it back and I follow it back
it leads right back to me.

It's my perception with which I see
and sometimes born of imagination
I stumble upon some thing so magical
while I'm playing on the monkey bars with the others
who are twisting and twirling and hurling through
this expanse that they just tell us just is.

I'm feeling to advance and hold the whole of this universe
in my mind or in the collective mind that so far points to that of Humankind.
Just don't run with scissors and don't **** in to the wind
with these two golden rules (pun intended)
my heart gets what it needs knowing
it doesn't have to take it with greed.

I can never lose what I never had
and nothing can be taken from me
unless I agree...
But in the broader question
there are just too many to mention.

Those who have stood by me
when the row has been hard to ***
I can say 'we walk alone' and in the same breath
I can say 'there is only One of us who walks'.

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

without
any money
I won't
get too far,

but I'm
on  a tab
all night,

drinking my gin
from a mason jar

you might think
it's kinda funny,

the way I rock my boat,

but you can have yours
and I'll have mine,

I won't be made
out to be a scapegoat,

if you cross my path
I'll give you a sign,

I"ll put my
pedal to the medal
and watch me unwind.

if you be sleeping
under the bridge
it's not that I don't care,

it's just bridge is
a whole another game

and you won't see me there.

maybe I can't
hold a candle to you
in some respects,

the way
you sway
in and out
and along the line,

I'll be
topping it up
with premium,

putting it to the test,

this dream I dream,
this dream I find.



irving2014

Bring out the noise makers
and kneel at the alter.
Blow your kisses to the breeze
and let midnight fall.

Charity mesmerizes me,
comforts me and brings me around.

The people are dying
and soldiers bullets are flying.

Old Mother Earth
tells it like it is.

No terrorist threat,
just slam the coast
one time,
slam the coast two time.

Blow those noisemakers
and throw your kisses to the breeze,
kneel at the alter
and let midnight fall.