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Social justice is the only justice.







Wednesday, March 2, 2011

For those of you afraid to speak

Speak

If you don’t talk
No one will listen
If you don’t scream
No one will care
If you want validation
If you want compassion
If you want open ears
Speak loud and clear
Don’t shut down
Don’t be crushed
Ignore opposition
Ignore definitions
Speak truth
Speak without fear
But speak
You have a voice
Use it

Getting older is not a bitch, getting older is the accumulation of dirt on the sandals of a young surfer.

Getting older

Who is this man in the mirror?
No recognition
Fine lines tell stories
Stories wanting to be ignored
Sagging cheeks speak true
Loose skin wins by a neck
Young imagination lies
False perceptions
Silvered reflections can’t be true
No recognition of past years
Years accumulate in small cracks
Skin stretches in the strangest places
Ass heading south
Never comes back from vacation
Laws of gravity never broken
Extra skin not useful
Except to catch the wind
Ring around the waist
Pocket full of haste
Regrets, no regrets
We all fall down

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The Québecois have a great expression which says "Don't trip over the flowers in the carpet"








The circus

Decisions made by mad clowns
Harlequins’ rules indecisive
The circus union dances around rings of ridiculous
Followers led to the main tent
Sheep led across Irrational’s border
Find roots in the country of Ludicrous
The ring master quits in disgust
His top hat falls to the dust
His exit precipitous
Rules and regulations meant to end in results
The end results absurd
The silent mimes laugh out loud
Silent laughter mimicked
Sound never heard becomes common
The audience greatly amused in confusion
The audience thrives in ignorance
 New ideas preposterous
Living in trailers built of hope and wonder
Tattered pavilions house old conventions
Striped houses contain old teachers
Nothing new to teach
Ancient conventions still rule
Change a new act
New dances not welcome
Old dancers will not admit need for cane
The clowns will always be the last to die
A clown’s death celebrated
Newborn wails in frustration
Anticipation reborn

Monday, February 28, 2011

Once again, I don't know where the words come from.........

Save me

I don’t want to go to bed
I don’t want to sleep
One drink too many
One drink more
Memories of you drown me
I wish I could breath without air
I wish I could breath without you
I am drowning
Who do you think you are to leave me
Who do think you are to save me
I am breathing promised emotions
I am left beached looking for help
You don’t love me
You don’t care
Looking for truth
Only  finding lies
Your lies save me
Again

I have the greatest parents

Great parents

Four kids no resources
Nowhere to turn for help
Mistakes made with no intentions
Always saying no, maybe
Parental fear comes forth
Never discussed, always talked about
Father knows best
Motherly interventions
Save a child from paternal inquisition
Motherly responses request strength
Such a young family
No instruction booklet
Problem child needing guidance
Guidance freely given
Family vacations to the cottage
The long drive in crowded van
Sibling conversations rambunctious
Parental control limited
Children well behaved nonetheless
Perfect summers by the lake
Perfect summers with parental supervision
Lessons learned through laughter and pain
Four adults well adjusted
Each one independent
Each one lives a sane life
Thanks to parental intervention
Thanks to parental experimentation
Good memories are strong
Memories clear as lake water
The smiling clams approve
Thirty years later
Thank you

Sunday, February 27, 2011

I remember living on fourth street; sweet memories.




Fourth Street

Fourth Street full of memories
A little house full of love
With Jane Oliver chasing rainbows
Inviting people to come in from the rain
The upstairs room a closed reception
Dining table a centre of conversation
Each place set with precision
Every glass in its place
A beautiful table receives
Laughter makes the wineglasses ring
Friendship makes the evening sing
A whistle with perfect imitation
Prepares the evening meal
Four courses of smiles
Barbara Streisand sings sweetly
Memories do not tarnish
Memories do not fade
Fourth street remembrance stays solid
One more ride on the merry-go-round
I remember and die
Just a little

Saturday, February 26, 2011

How many times have you heard a song that just brought you back?





What if?

The piano hits a solitary note
The chord vibrates in my heart
The singular sound wakes emotions
Remembered times reverberate through me
The past meets present day
So many memories to the front
Riding the bus lost in words
Thinking of nothing
Music escapes a rider’s headphones
The piano note rings loud
The piano note rings clear
Holds my day prisoner
Trapped in what could have been
The music takes me where I should have been
Regrets bring me dissatisfaction
A moonlight sonata keeps me company
Even as I sleep with you
The moonlight is dim compared to my recollections
Recollections a reflection in delusion
What could have been?
Circumstances make me happy
Circumstances lead me
Why ask “what if?”
Today brings satisfaction
Yesterday a perfect illusion
Redundancy paints a portrait in black and white
I live in colour

Thursday, February 24, 2011

The protests in the arab world are inspiring.

Bad government

The scream inside builds
Blown up with indifference
The pressure needs relieving
Looking for an outlet
Looking for salvation
Years of oppression crack the foundation
Rules for freedom abridged
Free thoughts in shackles
Murder in the marketplace
Martyrs find heaven
Government sanctioned assembly
Bystanders not welcome
Censored change hits the wires
Ruling authority asserts privilege
Protesters cry in a rain of blood
Red tears fuel the rage
Courageous umbrellas unfurl
Fear imposed bans ignored
Memories of repression wake slowly
Indifference dies a quick death
Old pain gains new life
Freedom lives on the street
Societal chains broken
No more denial
No more lies
No more

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

This is for all of you who have had to deal with Vogons in one form or another.

Red tape

Don’t know what I’m doing anymore
Used to know my place
Used to know where I was going
The rules changed bureaucratically
Decisions made capriciously
The county fair comes to town
New entertainers run the show
The sideshow becomes the main event
Performing miracles with red tape
Shooting with bound hands
The carnie laughs at my efforts
Logistics imitate logic
Throw the dart and decide
Impossible to see the prize
The fixed target ever moving
Ring master with no direction
A three ring kaleidoscope
Falling from the trapeze
Promised net imagination thin
Promises fail to break my fall
I fall broken

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

I am finding it very difficult at work these days.




An open door

Working in a house built by others
The foundation precarious
The walls made of bad decisions
Floors made of quicksand
Windows casings out of plumb
Central winds threaten destruction
Eaves blocked with remnants of last year’s results
The shutters hang in disgrace
Missing steps on the front stairs
Be wary of the climb
The supporting pillars do not communicate
The wiring is frazzled
No suggestions from on high
The year is architecturally deficient
Total collapse is imminent
Stuck inside
Looking for an open door

Saturday, February 19, 2011

The tree of life, we are all connected.




Humanity rooted

Entwined deep in dirt and soil
Winding around rocks and stone
Unfurling with twisting spiral
Uncurling searching for life in the dark
Fingers down to the bones of the earth
Sending tendrils to feed on the past
 Bringing nourishment to the future
Nourishment that climbs the winding way
Rising in concentric circles that betray age
Surrounded by rough protection
Liquid memories move slowly ever upward
The path tied in knots
New pathways created by persistence
Sturdy trunk grown massive with the ages
Centuries of strife causing malformations
Centuries branching out in limb
Each limb a step on a living ladder
A rung broken gives birth to two
Stretching in search of sky
Two become a hundred with expectations
Wishes unfurl to capture sunlight
Bright green in their innocence
Unknowingly they wave goodbye
Memories blossom and flower
Pregnant with the past
The wind carries their hopes on swirling breeze
Thoughts that drift a distance unknown
Alight and grow new root in fresh soil
Spiralling down to a distant past
Looking to the future

Thursday, February 17, 2011

I read in the news today "Virginia refuses to consider anti-gay discrimination proposal" and "Indiana's House passes gay marriage ban" This is for my American brothers and sisters; keep up the fight.





Let there be darkness

I Read the news today
The ruling masters have rightly spoken
The right to deny human emotions
Legislation written in the dark
Laws to suppress
Laws to divide
Second class citizens have no say
Legal discrimination in illuminated script
Medieval thinking lights not the night
Some passages chosen others ignored
Selective ignorance on a soap box
Intentional sophistry meant to confuse the masses
Sunday mass feeds the confused with bread and wine
Modern media with republican pimp
Worship on hands and knees
Well used orifice given easy access
Well greased channels hide behind artifice
Your laws will not change me
Your laws will not deny me
Your walls will crumble

Monday, February 14, 2011

This is something I wrote for my partner...




Sometimes I forget

The smile’s first appearance
A mouth full of stolen gum
A warm restaurant gives respite
A warmer story gives hope
Spanish words strung together for the first time
Laughter over their meaning
The boring bus ride to work,
The running smile makes it easy
Time not to be wasted
A clock to be constructed, a puzzle to be solved
A multitude of friends come to roost
The dove wishes to escape
Change of venue is welcomed
Three rooms are better than one
Cafe, yellow, and green
The changes are needed
The search for permanent happiness
A citizen of belonging found
The stress of contractual living takes its toll
Relief grounded in government
Busy lives with forgotten laughter
Laughter taught to me
Sometimes I forget

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Both my partner and I think Valentine's day is a really stupid day.



A psychopathic valentine


I want to eat your heart
A cardiovascular feast
A cabaret sauvignon will be best
In the red pulse of candle light
I want to consume your lungs
A pulmonary delight
A merlot, I think
 Let it breathe
I want to nibble on your ear
A carnal lobectomy
Riesling, I heard, is great
I want to tenderize your liver
Filter it with my love
A Japanese Huangiiu perhaps?
My opinion may be jaundiced
I want to ingest your colon
It won’t be a waste of time
Intestinal fortitude won’t be needed
A digestive would be perfect
Grand Marnier maybe?

I love you. Be mine


Saturday, February 12, 2011

I hate travelling for work. This is for all of you who have to travel for work...



Business travels


The ice in my glass melts smoothly
Cube to cube they dance
As I swirl my drink slowly
The whiskey burns a slow path
My insides warming
My soul sings the blues
Conversations around me
Strangers living strangers’ lives
For a moment they belong to me
For an instant I am not lonely
Billie Holiday plays from a tape
I dream of dancing with my partner
The trumpets call to me
The piano plays my return
Note by sweet note
My room has pretensions of home
The bed sheets are crisp and cold
Generic paintings pretend warmth
A study of bland
Carpet patterns try to imitate good taste
A bouquet of ordinary
Imitation wood fools no one
Room service a temporary companion
Home awaits me with no expectations of tip
Home awaits me

Friday, February 11, 2011

Just let yourself make the universe a little bit brighter






Say goodbye

You say you can’t
I say you can
Your power is hidden
You hide it
Let it go and shine
I believe in you
Let the river carry you away
Let the current hold you up
Stop fighting
Breathe the waters deep
Success is only one death away
The clear waters reflect your dreams
Stop living in muddy reflections
The choice is yours
Choose to be a gem surrounded by grey
Choose to be brilliant
Brush off the dust of others
Let opinions die upon lips
Say goodbye to expectations
Say goodbye
Start living

Thursday, February 10, 2011

I don't feel this way now, but I have in the past




Depression

Lost my path
Don’t know where I’m going
Navigating roadblocks
Stumbling through life
Hoping for someone else’s solutions
Told to carry on and be brave
I cry out and pretend everyday life
No one notices
I secretly smile as I make coffee
The curve of the cup is interesting
The kitchen counter lends support
The front door inviting
Sidewalks lead somewhere I don’t want to go
I can’t help but follow
The tree lined streets want to hold my hand
Branches intertwined with my thoughts
Scattered leaves like my emotions
Cover my body
I want to lie in peace
I don’t want to cry
Don’t speak anymore

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Manager frustrations

Afraid to tell it like is
Excuses in the shape of shields
Proactively apologetic
Decisions never made
Fear of repercussions
A kindergarten well managed
Efficiency sacrificed on the alter of complacency
Common sense commits suicide
Logic led away in restraints screaming
Thinking drowned in a pool of frustrated tears
Numerical justifications grow like leaves
Statistics put down ever changing roots
Humans become numbers
Accountants in charge of emotions
Even Kafka weeps
Leadership wishes on a falling star

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The seasons


Change of seasons

September’s love conceived
Summer’s ripening begins
The snow yet begun to fall
Picnic baskets and walks in the park
Dreams of green grass a distant memory
First week of December the sky a sheet of steel
The winter seamstress plies her trade
Dresses and skirts made of filigree and ice
Decorated in delicate frost
February arrives well dressed
A cruel smile on her frozen lips
Summer growing in her womb
March foetus behaves badly
A question of lambs and lions
Unpredicted by shadow
April knits warm apparel
May and June hold the yarn
Summer reborn
September a lady in waiting