I think I’d rather be your friend
Than your wife
You speak to your friends all the time
You laugh on the phone
And share ideas
And secrets
While
As you wife
I clean
And cook
And take care of you
And miss out
On all the joys of being your friend
So
I think I’d rather
Be your friend

Have you ever said, to yourself, I’m so tired
And then wondered
What you are tired of
I’ve had sleep, so it’s not a body tired
I like what I’m doing in life, so it’s not an I’m tired of life
So
What is tired
And who
Is tired
And who is expressing
I am SO tired
And then
There is no answer inside
Just
Someone
Snoring

An experience of the body
A journey of the soul
I meander and can not
Comprehend it at all
I live each day
As if it’s my last
I count down the hours
Until it is past
My nose in the air
And my feet on the ground
I can’t comprehend
How all this must sound
I’m on a journey
That will take me home
I’m learning to live
And I’m learning to roam
For one day I’ll return
To the place where I started
The place where I came in
And the place I departed

This world in which we live
Is in a horrible mess
People don’t talk
And people don’t care
We wear our anger
Like a badge of pride
We keep ourselves hidden
In a place inside
When will love prevail
So that we can see
A world that is shiny
And new and free
And instead we keep ourselves
Hidden way inside
We’re afraid to speak
We’re afraid to cry
I watch all this
With a tear and a sigh
For until we talk
We may as well die

I hold onto that
Which was before
People who cared
And people who were more
Than a blank slate
Without emotions
People who hide
And have lost their devotion
I am hurt at the core
To see empty faces
People who lie
And have lost their graces
Will it ever come back
Has our innocence been lost
Will we hide and cringe
Will we ever defrost
Will we ever remember
How it used to be
When people felt
And would not flee
We need to learn now
How to live authentically
To show our true selves
And to finally be free
Please wake up now
Before it’s too late
Our future is not lost
We can still change our fate
By opening our eyes
Our ears, and our hearts
By pulling together
All of our parts
Walking proud and *****
As the people we are
Human beings with hearts
With our soul as the star

Will a third poem show up
They always come in threes
The first is a beginning
And the last is the tree
The roots we hold onto
As we become more
Our fate has no limit
We are so much at core
I want to be more
Than I first thought I was
And now I’ve grown stronger
And can understand the laws
The Universe will guide us
All the days of our lives
It will show us the true way
As forward we strive
So trust in your be ing
And do from the heart
You only live once
Take a stand, and now start

It’s been awhile
Since I’ve taken to poem
I’ve been planting flowers
And staying at home
Things have changed so much
In this world of ours
So many in fear
So many who cower
We need to regain
Our felt sense of self
We need to hold onto
Our own inner wealth
To know who we are
And who we will become
We need to hold strong
‘Till our work here is done
So do what you must
And trust where you are
You are more than you think
You are truly a star

Oh whoa to he
Who shocks the system
And does what is
Against his better knowing
He who tests the limits
And gets gobsmacked
By the Universe
For trying out
And acting on
His limited senses
Mind takes us under its wing
And tries to
Steer us away
From our Higher Knowing
And
Until we befriend the mind
We will get
No where
Our destiny is
To know ourselves
And to know God
And we only get there
By
Sitting in Silence

Montreal had a man who could stand
On his shoulders without using his hands
He fell on his ***
And decided to pass
The man who could stand without hands

From Canada there came a man
Who liked to stand out, take a tan
He sat in his tuque
Through the snow took a look
That Canada man with a tan

There was a man from Quebec
who liked to stand out on his deck
he said 'merde, tabernac'
scratched his ***** and his back
that wonderful man from Quebec

Love is just another way
Of saying
That all is
As it’s meant to be
In living love
I have found truth
And meaning
In my life
In being love
I have found a way
To share
That truth
Of
Love
In giving
I have
Received

I didn’t even know
That God existed
Until I found love
It was in that love
That the beautiful hand of God
Revealed itself
And showed me
How to live
An authentic life
It reminded me to live truthfully
And, in living my truth
I would find the freedom
To just be
And so, in finding God
I found
My Self

Have you ever felt
Like deep down inside of your self
There is a gnawing feeling
Of discontent
Like there was something you were supposed to do
And you don’t know what that is
Like something has been forgotten
And you are on
The road to nowhere
There is a gut feeling
That leads us
To freedom
Of the soul
It takes us to places
We didn’t even know existed
That feeling, deep in our soul
That gets us from point A to point B
In the shortest possible time
If
We could only understand
What it is
Trying to say

Poetry is
A way to find meaning
A way
To look into the soul
And find
Our true essence
When we look into our soul
We find the
Light of  
God
And
The formula
To find
Our way
Back Home
Poetry
Is just one way
Of expressing
Truth

I am
A
Creature of habit
Trying to break the mold
Of what was created
Before I  understood
Life
Now
I want to plow
A new creation
Of
Myself
And at every move
I am confounded
With
Myself
As
I
Was

Confusion
About who I am
Today
Sometimes
I feel male
And
Sometimes
Female
How do I know
Who
I really
Am

Pain
Playing hide and seek in my body
Sometimes here
Sometimes there
Always present
A reminder
That
I am
Alive

Sometimes
Sleep just doesn’t come
And I lie awake
Unable to quiet my mind
Or body
And even tossing and turning
Doesn’t seem to help
To bring a stillness
So
Tea is my go to friend
And quiet and solitude
Seem to bring forward
A tranquility
Of spirit
Life can be tough
And
Quiet and solitude
Seem
To
Help

I used to be
Alone
Living by myself
Taking care of all
My own needs
And then
We met
And things were thrown
Off balance
And
I wanted to make it
A forever time
And we did
And now
As I lie beside
This wonderful
Person that I love
I wonder
Who I am
As this new relationship
Grows

I lie awake at night
And listen to him
Snoring softly beside me
And wonder
What my role is
As friend
As partner
As a life couple
Nothing is ever
As easy as it looks
And performance
Is not the same
As action
Coming
From love
I ponder
And feel
And react
And wonder
Again
Relationship is not
Easy

I see with new eyes
And hear with new ears
All
That is about me
And in me
In an expression
Of outer
And inner growth
And knowing
And
Wisdom
And I
Am but a puppet
In
It’s
Expression

Creativity is a process
That begins
In the thought
And ends
In the expression
Of life

I think
I’m finally coming
To the end
Of my
Streams
Of thought
Finally breathing
Normally
Again
Finally able
To just
Be
In
The
Stillness
Ahhhhh …

A blank slate
I long to just be
A
Blank
Page
Ready to be written on
In the stillness of the night
An expression
Of life’s
Longing for
Itself
In
The stillness
Of
The night
An expression
Of
Self

I smell the roses
As I slow down
My thought process
It isn’t easy
To come to a place
Of stillness
When my mind
Is racing
And yet
In the stillness
Lies
The dream
The essence
Of be ing
And I long
To
Be still

Running in a breeze
Of tulip smells
And dandelion colours
All adrift
In a sea of
Be ing

Isn’t it funny
Or interesting
That
In the time it takes
To type these words
I have a quijullion  poems
Running in
My head
How do I capture
The intellect
When it’s running
Like the wind

Catching my thoughts
My experiences
My everything
On paper
And paper no longer
Exists
And time
Doesn’t stand still
And I
Am all
I’m meant to be
in this time
so
why am I
still
running

Breathe
In
Breathe
Out
Slow
Down
Breathe
In
Breathe
Out
Awwww
Ahh­hhhh
Trying so hard
To slow down
Trying to stop
The running
In my head
Trying so hard
To be in this world
And
If it’s supposed to be
An effortless effort
Then
Why
Is
It
So
HARD

Time to take a breath
And enjoy
All that life
Has provided
Slow down
I tell
My body
My heart
And my soul
Slow down
And smell the roses
and those are only words
for
i
can't
slow
down

Slow down
Mind
Help me to see
And understand
What you are trying to say
I can’t reach into
The depths of my mind
When it is flowing
At such a fast pace
How do I capture
This life
That is mine
Or meant to be
When I CAN’T
SLOW
DOWN

An envelope filled with tulips
Painted as an image of life
On canvas with brush
And all I see
Is an empty canvas

My mind is literally exploding
With  ideas and thoughts
And images of things
I can  paint and write
And put into poetry
And I can’t slow
My mind down
It’s racing at a speed
That exceeds my ability
To express
How do I put onto paper
All the thoughts
That I am experiencing
In a single moment
How can I slow down
The process of time
When I am but
A mere
Human being



I want to paint and express
All the images
That I  am seeing
And
They’re going by too fast
For me
To capture
So
I sit
At my keyboard
And close my eyes
And allow
All
To
Come forward




Images
Pictures
Words
All
Coming forward
And
I can’t slow them down
So
I write
Is this
What its like
To be
A genius
Or
If I was a genius
Would I be able to
To capture
All the thoughts
And
Pin them down
In a
poem

My mind likes
To play a game
Keep me away
From my purpose and aim
It pulls me from
A focused stare
It beckons to me
From its nightmare lair
A place where it
Takes over my life
Gives me no chance
Puts me in strife
‘Till I can no longer
Find out who I am
I whirl with thoughts
Like a placid lamb
So I think I’d better
Learn to meditate
Keep my mind still
Keep my focus straight
Then I will no longer
Be a sham
I will become
The great ‘I AM’

Christmas day
Has come and gone
The wait was hard
And the wait was long
We tidied up
And set things in order
We packaged presents
With ribbon border
This year we had to
Keep away
Isolate at home
Or we would pay
So sit, I did
At an empty door
Looked at the lights
And my cookie store
And came back to
A harsh reality
Christmas isn’t about presents
It’s about mortality

Words are powerful
And
Hurting words
Judging words
Cutting words
Power over words
Can stab the heart
Pouring life expression
And the belief in oneself
Onto the ground
If we want to be there for others
And truly hear them
We need to let go
Of our beliefs
And
Open our hearts
To be truly
Allowing
And loving
And caring
Compassionately
Then
And only then
Can we say
We
Love

Sometimes
I have only poetry
To express my thoughts
And my experiences
My hopes and my dreams
Get expressed
Through poems
What would I do
If there were no poems
Or poetry
With which
To express
All
Would
Be
Silent

How ridiculous this is
I mean who cares
And why worry
And what does it matter
Crazy thoughts
Race through my head
Non stop accusations and reminders
To be better
Running without stop
And
I put up my stop sign
And I close down the game
And
I enter
Into
The silence
Ahhhhh

I awoke
To the smell of
Rotting fetid stinky
Food
Left over and rancid
And I wondered
When we get forgotten
Will we
Smell bad
Too

What is it called
When you don’t even
Have the strength
To yell
At your dog
To stop
Barking

Twinkling lights
On the balcony
Herald
The coming
Of
Christmas

Hearts
Filled with love
Herald
The coming of
Christ

Have  you ever thought about
What it would be like
Not
To think
To have a mind
So quiet
That one wonders
If they truly
Exist
Silence
And
In the silence
Thoughts form
And
I chase them away
And prefer to be
In
The
Silence

Sleep eludes me
I toss and turn
And close my eyes
And still
Sleep
Doesn’t come
I throw away
The pain of yesterday
And calm the nerves
That prepare me
For tomorrow
And still
Sleep
Doesn’t come
And
I lay
Awake
Thinking
Of
Sleep

The longing deepens
And the craving
Begins
The gut wrenching feeling
Of needing someone so badly
That nothing else matters
And all my resolve
Goes
Down
The
drain

You know
How really alone you are
When your world
Is falling apart
And
You have no one
To call