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Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 3:43 AM UTC
From Biloxi white shirt
Mississippi cigar
Smoke had led to West Coast
To Pacific Coast Mountains
They had tracked me as prey
As the northern cougars
Ain’t vampire, thank God
Neither light in the fountains
That was time I, in deed
Meditated between
Between living in need
And minimal luxury
After island, Vancouver
I moved north to Vermont
Talked with posters and walls
Living on nineteenth floor
Then I glanced outside –
Letter S, not for snake
Even though, serpent’s bitten
I just knew it was name
Great red letter as sign
So, I took as mine
‘Cause from day to a day
I had prayed for the guide
Thus, from window I saw –
Letter S – Solomon
Then the past I recalled
And the streets I came from
And the view…
It was just Holosijiv
Yes, for window I saw –
Letter S – Solomon
Then the past I recalled
And I put my heart home
I just need myself clean
Before go back to Kyiv
From that window I saw –
Letter S – Solomon
Give me answers, my soul
Do I need Royal Mont?
I need all of them clear
Heart, mind, soul – all sincere
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 5:00 PM UTC
There's a city where people are asleep on the streets,
with nothing to eat,
some of them even lack shoes on their feet.
A city where overdose deaths are the "norm"
People are fighting for the doorways at night to keep warm.
Fentynal is everywhere and the addicts need help.
But with all of the stigma,
they're to ashamed of themselves.
In this city where people smoke drugs on the street,
and burn hand sanitizer at night for the heat.
Where the rents are to high and income assistance to low.
If you can manage the rent here,
there'll be no food in your home.
Moneys not spent on saving their lives,
no its spent on public art and yet another high-rise.
Tourist attractions and random art pieces,
are great when the overdose deaths AREN'T INCREASING.
We need social programing and addiction resources,
some good low cost housing or more food supports.
In a city like this what are the addicts to do,
just stay out of your sight,
as to not offend you?
Cops do Illegal searches and seizes,
and your friends tell you about,
the POLICE LEAD Stanley Park BEATINGS.
In the mornings on Hastings Street the city workers come through,
now destruction of peoples belongings ensues.
They can't even protest this or put up a fight,
because the City Workers come armed with VPD by their side.
This city treats homelessness as if it was a crime,
they are treated like **** that is not worth your time.
If you're homeless here dont expect any respect,
in fact your human rights don't even have an effect.
This city is sick and its priorities need help.
Vancouver B.C you should be ashamed of yourself.
Aug 13, 2022
Aug 13, 2022 at 3:47 AM UTC
Hear the fallen and lonely,
Cry out... ..
Will you fix me up?
Will you show me hope?
At the end of the day
you were helpless
Can you keep me close?
Can you love me?
You've been fighting
the memory,
all on your own
Nothing worsens,
nothing grows
I know how it feels
being by yourself in the rain
We all need someone to stay
May 2, 2022
May 2, 2022 at 7:55 AM UTC
City o' canvas built like a tent
Held together by strands
That can barely make rent
The poles hold is folky yet formal
These people sized holes, becoming too normal
I'd spin you a tale, but where to begin
A city of winners, **** stained in sin
Lord stretch thee almighty abundant in lands
Take it or make it, but never hold hands
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 12:22 AM UTC
Flowing footsteps from skytrain to street
Trying to stay calm, but I'm so excited to meet
You, here, under the changing glow
Of signs, of places, hoping we slow our
Pace and enter. But we are in search
Of another establishment, on the whim
Of a word, a nudge in the right direction.
The winds blow us into the red glow
Of ambiance, of elegance, the right selection
Portobello perfection, Mezcal gin,
Beautiful soul sitting close with a grin,
We can't help but laugh "this is how you win!"
Foggy to recall the way that we went
Home on the bus, or the money we spent.
None of that matters much when you are lost
In the depth of another being, intriguing
To find kin where you are not used to seeing them.
Laughing up the stairs in the corridor,
Knowing in this moment, this is your life,
It is beautiful, you are not needing more.
Both of us feeling this as we reach the door,
"Welcome to Buzzer 2" let's see what's in store.
Waking up cuddling, always a delight.
So much accomplished already, but you might
Have to run out quickly and buy some beans
For the bullet coffee that will be our means
Of mobilization, into the street,
Rubber soles on our feet, ready to meet
The pavement outside which will guide
Our path from delicious morning smoothie
Over bridges, through the downtown core,
Both realizing we would make a great movie
If film could ever capture the way that we soar.
Hats tilted slightly sideways, we even get work done.
Painting quickly so we may continue our run,
Over the Granville bridge, lilac in the air.
And there is no hiding the way that you stare
At my *** and the mountains, a beauty so fair.
Rangoli's is next, fine dining, the best chai!
Decadently treated to Portobello twice.
Sweaty in our running gear, we are here
Trying to avoid timestamped bills and clock chimes
But you give me your best guess, lately spot on!
I glance at the sun to figure how much day is gone.
Even though there are so many moments left
To unravel, I embody the feelings - being
Ever present to crystallize the memory of our travels.
We turn towards the sinking sun, and I run
My fingers through windblown lion-locks.
Basking in the energy we emanate, we stun
Onlookers with our badassery and good looks.
Granville island is next on the docket
Searching for elusive sumac, in the spice shop
It is tucked away on a shelf, among rarities.
You light up at the till, and guarantee
The next place we head to is going to be
The crown of the afternoon - The Distillery
In shorts and tanks we stroll in with class,
Walk up to the bar and order a glass
Of the finest and most signature gin,
But just a taste, not enough to make the head spin.
A nectar so pure, so incredibly smooth
We continue our stroll, we continue to lose
Sight of places you were expected to be,
Apparently easy to do when you hang out with me.
Crossing under the bridge, sunset rays shine
Through the city canopy, it is nearly time
For the moon to transition us into the night,
But I pull you aside for a moment, while its still light
And kiss you with passion, with fever, with might.
That gin in the afternoon has increased our delight.
And it's not over yet, we play for a while.
Horsing around at the bus stop, we smile
And pose on the blue wall, gangster-style.
Moments in snapshots, spirit of the child
Creating our reality, embracing our WILD.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
Departing umbrellas, we hope the ride was hell!
Please enjoy the rain you're ready for
that is going to wash the crevices of your ribs.
Flocks of crows sitting in a concrete abyss
with itchy stubble
and broken toes
I lost their feathers in the eye of the storm,
as angels wept snow over blue mountains
You must declare danger before you shout war
as weapons are lustful for your children
a forbidden affair has started
between the innocence and the bullets,
And lust, in the form of broken eye contact,
Shifting thighs,
Warming cheeks,
One hand
briefly
on your shoulder
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
A faint train blows
Sliding along the Earth's shore
Your pillow rustles against your head
The noise competes
With that distant blurrly breath
Don't let
Because just when you lay still
And leak into slumber
You'll forget its existence
You'll hear the faint train blow
You'll remember then
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
a variety of hues
all blue
the lure of the azure
my cerulean addiction
these indigo afflictions
the stabbing pain of sapphire
caught in those eyes, a quagmire
the temptation, to think, through
then you
a variety of hues
all blue
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
I am hopeful now
Walking the seawall straightens me out
The clouds and the waters
One foot in front of the other
Walking the seawall
To my day to day
The choices I've made
One foot in front of the other
Dogs on leashes
Babies in strollers
Or on daddies in front
The seawall
Windy and peaceful
One foot in front of the other
Birds eat
Fresh crab meat
The circle of life
Tug of war
One foot in front of the other
Runners run.
Cyclists, bike
Childs play
The walk to work
One foot in front of the other
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
The heavy rain falls swift and stark,
On these hills, the wheeling lark
And sodden sparrow sing in the dark,
As the sea falls from the sky.
The wind blows strong, the trees all hiss,
The arrows strike an icy kiss
The water drowns in anguished bliss,
As the sea falls from the sky.
I pity him with no place to hide,
But wet, in frozen arms abide
A spark against this fearsome tide
As the sea falls from the sky.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
Day debt
night wept
sleep crept
Attachment.
Where is my attachment?
evening out of balance
The line of my life has broken
off into separate identities
Flower feather
Hollow weather
Moonlight Canyon
Skylight childhood nostalgia
Stolen star
Battered cheekbones
Of weary workers keeping to
The hornet's nest
Reality a constant terror
Of city structures swallowing
them whole.
Blackbird rests
on an Autumn branch of
hidden meadow
checking its wristwatch obsessively for the
Hydrogen Volcano
INEVITABLE.
Termite Corporations
Cavernous Hilltops
All that green is gold
(A straw man in Byzantine robes approaches
the frosty Manhattan
to become a relic in it's Libraries)
People fall in Love with coincidence,
(The illusion of order beyond our field or reach)
All that love is kept in a
Conservatory somewhere...
Glossy stems connected to palpitating blossoms.
Our tired eyes are focused to the asphalt confluence
whether fever or handhold.
Hymns ring throughout the forests of
Vancouver Island
Dreamers hang from the Niagara Trestle caught in
overwhelming sunlight
Doused in spirit.
Holy Melancholic September
Sweeps away the dusty Summer,
everything seems renewed
In the rain..
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
Veasna Ta Kvak recording
playback
over Chinatown cafe again
while recounting recent events
to journal pages
muddled from frequent
exchanges bag to bag
(Been to Taipei airport, Bali, Vancouver, most
recently)
blind fate
blind fate
shower me with Indian daisies
and photographs of Railway
New Delhi!
Hanoi Old Quarter/
Vietnam monsoon/
evening on balcony/
Darjeeling water boiled
and filtered anti-malaria
golden drink for honeylungs and
spring-soul morningtide
under moonlight canopy
of Avalokiteśvara
the fruitful
Bodhisattva!
English lessons
and future
hourless
comely chimera
in sleep phenomenon
Benares phantasmagoria YELLOW
(near Mata Anandamai Ghat)
speaking to Aghori
prophecy
Kala Bhairava
FIERCE ILLUSORY APOCALYPSE FAMILIAR
WHERE IS YOUR NOOSE?
the Ganges is full of lice and flowers
candlewax melted into holy water
sickness
equal to
harmony & jubilant
eyeclose and mouthcurl.
The future mysteries in
Mexico City poorboy
$2 mystic orb jade green
reflective underneath
dirt now in North American
bottom white four floor house
basement suite coffee table.
Visions indivisible
from the Viridian roundly haze
but surefire in their accuracy
I'm absolute
and universally formed
for the next few cacophonous
decades!
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
We drove because we saw the top of the mountain covered with snow.
Our desire was to feel its beauty. As we traveled up and up
The forest encapsulated us with its velvety-richness; and the sound,
My heart pounding and the cascading waterfalls, played the music of the Soul
In the forest. On we drive up the narrow road until there is no coming down.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
Autumn has the wind
Winter has the sun
The time between the seasons
Is my favorite - bar none
Frost is in the morning
Chill is in the night
But the stars will still shine brightly
Until they hide from morning light
The sunset's bright with purple pink
The sunrise red as blood
Water at the rivers edge
Threatening to flood
There's beauty and there's danger
All that which makes life sweet
Living on an Island
Really can't be beat
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
doesn't this city just make you want to break things
doesn't this city just make you ******* hate things
doesn't this city just make you want to run
want to invest
in a knife
or a gun
don't all these people just drive you insane
and don't all these people always ask your name
just to forget
in a sec-ond
why they even came
into this world,
for shame
for shame
and wasn't it just the other ******* day
that you thought to yourself
maybe I can escape
and wasn't it just
the other ******* day
you told yourself
*I can break the **** away*
but here you are in the same **** place
and here you are
losing the rodent race.
because money is tight
and morals are loose
and who gives a single ****
if their neck's in a noose
I mean, baby, or ********
all these little games,
come on baby,
my ********
we're wasting away
*bourbon,
no-
whiskey*
the devil in a drink
he pulls me straight past hades,
to deeper depths I sink
And it's the scars that you can't see
that run the ******* deepest
and who are you to say
I shouldn't ******* drink this
How dare you look at me
and say I shouldn't smoke,
I look at you-
and encourage you to choke.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC