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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 12:17 AM UTC
Staring down at ice breaks
Cars crawling across island town
Like snails without silver tails
Water blue hues, motionless docks
Racing gray clouds eye heights
Mud trees unbelievably round
I said fear wouldn't get me
To a local north living proof
Glass floors, untold seen beliefs
Lager's either helped me or...
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 12:11 PM UTC
All those years
i flew alone
longing for comfort
but rejecting your illusion
you were my best
together inseparable
separated and judgmental
i always hated your confidence
wishing you detested anything of mine
i let you go on your way
you must have known i couldn't keep up
years and stories passed by
our meetings seldom
then one night
far from our forgotten friendship
i met the devil
he offered me a body
and i injected it freely
he gave me confidence
and i smiled thinking heaven
hazing into a person I found love
all while keeping
the devil tucked into my pocket
when time went by
and stole away my love
the devil changed
he took away a piece of my soul
leaving me blind in the dark
all those years i flew alone
today , months , times later
i can see it all so clearly
what a marvelous failure i lived
faltering and falling
failing
behind flash, trash becomes
sight set, picture taken
flash, flash flash, and done
but to the devil
i can only say
i'd do it all again
whisper into my ear
lie away my lust
give me all your sin.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 3:03 AM UTC
There was a Maple Leafs fan
Who knew they played as good as they can
The Maple Leafs cheer
There's always next year
Now. The players can work on their tan
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
The Boys of Summer were all named "David"
that year,
But "George" and "Ernie" and "Davis" and "Vladimir."
An overpriced clan of underachieving also-rans,
Last place dishwater, poured into tin pans
But stories are made of such sinewy stuff,
the connective tissue--the gristle--that only chews tough
and never goes down. Of infield dirt on dark blue jerseys,
Of bright red on white pants, from bleeding, skinned knees and wide smiles shining under 7th inning light.
And what is The Great Game?
A story.
The Great Game is a poem.
It whispers and surges and wanes and then screams.
A child of fickle fate, following parental footsteps,
selling beer and hot dogs to the Norns as they weave,
(team sweaters in the 8th inning roar)
A city, a province a country had guessed, in swing-and-miss dreams,
and blown-call cogitating, of .500 finishes and lukewarm bathwater--Of room temperature chow at the kids' table, and calling it "strides."
But Goliath was sleeping after twelve peals of the bell,
and the first round was over like a pinch-hit homer.
The Boys of Summer were all named "David"
that year,
But "Kirky," and "Davis" and "Gausy" and "Bo,"
"The Hound," and "Isaiah," "The Savage" and "Mad Max."
_"words that are heavy with nothing but trouble..."_
_Our_ Tinkers. _Our_ Evers. _Our Chance._
The giants played on their ground and from on high they fell,
by grand walls, by glass towers, by the frothing seas.
A City's Chosen Sons spent their summer slaying titans.
What is The Great Game?
It is a poem.
And our teams are protagonists.
What is the ballpark?
It is a cathedral.
We kneel at the Altar of Grass-Stained Knees,
and with infield dirt whispers of oiled mitt leather do we pray:
_"Let's play two." "Say hey."_
Play ball.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 6:21 PM UTC
Far beyond the bush weeds and cattails, past the mossy rock and cedar grove - there is a place only a few lucky souls can see.
A place where mushroom capped gnomes and butterfly winged faeries dance under the moonlight.
Smoke plumes from small pebble stacked chimneys as fireflies float about lighting the grove.
A magical place of whimsy, where the faeries play and the Treefolk root the woods.
The life force of the wild, the heart of the forest, hidden to most, but for those who know, the busy bodies are always working.
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 4:26 PM UTC
My word doesn’t matter.
The problem is, I’m nobody.
I just watch this **** from the sidelines.
I don’t matter so neither do my words.
I sit back on a beach chair with my feet in the sand.
A lit cigarette,
and jerrycan full of gas.
Sunglasses on, watching it all go down.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 8:12 PM UTC
As you drive
taking me, we- on a ride
from the suburbs I grew up in
to the City
Down the same streets
Ive always known, driven myself,
the same route
that leads to Toronto.
Splitting, the fork- takes us,
Arching
flying around the circumference of the city
The sun, golden orange,
begins to set.
Iridescence coating the skyline –
as each reflective surface
momentarily
becomes stained glass.
“Eric-I need GPS direction” …
& Its after I've arrived at my destination
& then home again after it all;
do I re-open & Re-read this scribble in a note book-
Recapitulate, & end.
Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 3:41 AM UTC
If you want me when I’m gone,
Simply look up at the stars,
And I will twinkle back.
If you want me when I’m gone,
Simply close your eyes and listen,
For I will be singing with the birds to you.
If you want me when I’m gone,
Simply feel the earth below your feet,
I will be with you every step of the way.
If you want me when I’m gone,
Simply smell the sweet scented flower from the black locust tree.
Pause and move on with your day.
Jun 23, 2023
Jun 23, 2023 at 11:14 PM UTC
Focus on your mind
Strengthen your body
Heal your spirit
Apr 14, 2023
Apr 14, 2023 at 12:20 AM UTC
Looking into your eyes,
I see the stars shine.
Looking into your eyes,
Eases my tainted mind.
Looking into your eyes,
I see the love you have for mine.
Your eyes are looking into mine,
I’m loosing track of time.
These moments feel like forever,
I only wish they would be.
The notion that one day you won’t be gazing into my eyes, makes these moments all the more special.
Life moves fast. Enjoy the small moments. Nothing in this world, is made to last.
Ill be looking into your eyes, I hope that sight will be my very last.
Apr 14, 2023
Apr 14, 2023 at 12:17 AM UTC
It happens just because we need
To want and be Wanted too
Serendipitously here, spontaneously there,
A true friend I've found in you.
Now friends will come and some will last, but in the end so few;
Are in actuality Ride or Dies
Disappointingly it's proven true.
Lucie my friend, has forced my hand
To write my words of feeling
For untill now there'd been no reason
To attempt a written healing.
♡
Jul 23, 2022
Jul 23, 2022 at 8:00 AM UTC
clean fit, ***** city
manz gripping the waist because i’m too pretty
breaking it down on Yonge street
breaking it down for the young me
that had to hide, inner child suicide
now i surf the waves and follow the tides
imagining what it would be like
to be a son of skyscrapers
imagining what it could be like
if i left my nest i’ve built
home is where the heart is
but where is mine
i think i found it in the rainbow
Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 11:45 AM UTC
More puddle steps that everyday
Fall back again with water rain
More tiny drops of water blow
And concrete grasses wet the stone:
More morning hue that fills the trees
And vapid air that sets the breeze:
In spring, and yet with winters loud,
The shoddy days the world bestows:
Of quick sunshine in leaving days,
Sour grass set in mellow rays;
A cousin-friend to seasons like:
The April springs of Toronto life.
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 8:00 PM UTC
The busy breath of a city north:
Toronto, by Ontario shore.
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 4:52 PM UTC
Amanda Catching;
the unworthy Angels
as they fall-
Is a job
Only you
could do.
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC
In times of difficulty,
the nation needs unity.
Days have passed by,
many people died,
yet numbers of deaths still multiply,
now we are terrified.
Went by No Frills to do grocery,
it was very busy,
line up was crazy,
not to mention, shelves were almost empty.
Thinking to get plenty
but I realized that the elderly,
is our main priority.
I know this is not our responsibility,
but we are in the state of emergency,
and they need our help badly.
Consideration is the key,
everybody has a necessity,
I know you're worried about your inventory,
and you have a family
who needs a coffee and a tea,
but what about the rest of the community?
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 9:33 PM UTC
whenever this feeling
of uneasiness visits my skin,
i convince the goosebumps
that im just overthinking,
that im not in danger,
that they only show
because warmth is
a foreigner wandering
the premise of my heart,
but when I consult
my heart,
it tells me that this
warmth brings
back memories
of when it
was stone cold,
a feeling that is
now unbearable
to even imagine.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
you make loving
unconditionally
my agenda for
everyday,
you make
living in the
moment a
feeling i’ve missed
on my entire life,
you make sunshine
seem dim in the
presence of your
warmth,
you make the
hours feel like
minutes
and make hours out
of minutes,
you make
rainbows replace
my thoughts,
you make the butterflies
in my stomach
work extra hard
and the blood rushing
too fast, too hard,
trying to catch up
with the rush
going through
my body
when i hold
your hand.
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 1:38 PM UTC
Every morning while it was dark
He'd wake and pack his boards
With plastic men, his soldiers
To do battle with no swords
He'd put them in his basket
Load them all into the cart
He'd have a tea and bagel
And then, his day would start
He would walk from his apartment
To the park, before the sun
Two miles and a quarter
Just past highway eighty one
There, inside the complex
In the middle of the park
He'd play chess, against all comers
And he'd stay 'till after dark
A prodigy at ten years old
He would beat men three times his age
He would sit there in stunned silence
As they stormed around in rage
A master by his eighteenth year
He hadn't lost on his home ground
He would play and play and nothing else
To the chess board he was bound
Although he had his title
He couldn't leave to play
If he left the country
Then, back home is where'd he stay
He played some competitions
Made his points to climb the list
But, still he kept on thinking
Of the games that he had missed
I saw him in Toronto
Playing for a buck a game
He played against all comers
The result, always the same
His accent was a harsh one
His beard was slightly rough
With some he'd be a softie
With others, he was gruff
Each day he'd make the journey
Pull his boards down and set off
He'd joke about while playing
And at bad moves he would scoff
"In Russia, they would shoot you"
"If you made a move like that"
Was he lying in the bushes
Should you move or just stand pat?
He moved on down to Yonge Street
When the park land all was sold
No one knew just why it happened
He went there, and it was closed
On a small street down by Eatons
He moved his boards so he could play
He didn't need to walk there now
He could now go by subway
There was more room here for players
To learn at this man's feet
They would line up with their dollars
Knowing full well, they'd be beat
The crowd that came from Yonge street
To see this rock star of the board
Were much different from the park folk
But to this street they poured
College players, bankers
Strippers from the Zanzibar
would come and drop their dollar
Then lose and find a bar
As time went on, his game it changed
He'd take more time for his moves
He would talk more as distraction
And once I saw him lose
His brain was getting fuzzy
Age was now taking a toll
Time, it owned his body
But the board still owned his soul
He'd flirt with the young maidens
Showing cleavage in the sun
One girl even flashed him
Because she thought she'd won
He joked about her actions
Told the crowd that it was nice
He joked that if she showed some more
He'd let her come close twice
As time went on the master
Didn't come downtown each day
He'd stay at home in silence
Downtown was far away
He dreamed of heading home again
But, he knew that couldn't be
Then we saw him on the news one night
On the local CBC
He played downtown for seven years
He last played in 85
He took sick and nearly passed on
Thankfully, the master did survive
His name was Josef Smolij
He was Polish, but we thought
He was Russian from his comments
Made when our bad moves were caught
His absence still is felt there
Gould street it was his space
The area he used to play
Is now called Hacksell Place
He left and went to Europe
Germany became his home
But still down there off Yonge street
The old chess ghosts still roam
I remember playing Smolij
I remember it was hot
I lost and then he told me
"Back in Russia...you'd be shot"
He was 60 when I played him
He'd be 99 or so
I'm glad I got to meet him
The Master known as Joe
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC