Three Things to Never Forget

Right now

This day

This hour

This very moment

that you live and breathe

There are a thousand people

with a reason

to hate you.

Right now

This day

This hour

This very moment

that you live and breathe

There are a million people

with a reason

not to care

And right now

This day

This hour

This very moment

that you live and breathe

There is one single person

with a reason

to die for you.

New Year's Wish

This is the night

In which a world can change

When dreams can come alight

When time can stop

I have one wish for the year to come

I have no intention of it coming true

But I will wish it all the same

A life and year come anew

I wish that every night a new year will start

Just like the one before

And with it I can take my heart

and find something new in store

That the days will pass as full as years

Every moment full of truth

And to every pair of listening ears

I will herald my brimming youth

Goodnight to all who read this poem

Though the day may be morning, noon, or night

I hope that you may roam

through your life with New Years light.

Silence

What does it mean to be silent?

Is it a choice?

Is it a curse?

Is it a byproduct

a secondary characteristic

brought on by some larger thing

that seeks to consume and control

and rip and rend

and teach and tutor

until words no longer has meaning

and sound no longer has purpose.

Silence is a quite death

and I choose it

Silence is a ball and chain

and I curse it

Silence is a way of life

and I have no idea how I arrived here

And this damning poem digs my grave deeper

A moat that none may cross

A tale proclaiming wretched life

that none might wish to come near

and those who do, I reject

For I am not this broken creature I claim to be

And I do not want to be fixed

I want to fight and wrestle and love

In the sun where I long to be

And every day I spend in the shadows of silence

Drives me closer to this deadening lie

That I am wrong and broken and dead.

Silence is my choice

because I want this false person to leave

Silence is my curse

because I'll remain this way till I'm once again me

Silence is my way of life

because I will speak only truth

The Ghastly Girls Revenge.

Once upon an age gone past

There lived a lady ghast

A ghoul of ill repute

Who was thought to be rather cute

But hidden behind lace and lies

Her true self shone through disguise.

A girl more akin to the fallen

Would spend her evening calling

Wolfmen to join her for tea

Vampires to come and see

An opera of earthly delights

With tales of princesses and knights

But one night this girl of rotting soul

Encountered a boy who was whole

A creature of pure forlorn feeling

Who spent his night time stealing

Dreams of light and color

From a dreaming 'nother.

The ghastly girl decided to save

The poor 'nother from the wave

Of sweet and charming courting

So she prepared to start sorting

A way and plot for his demise

Her grand and woeful surprise

But when the wolfs tore him to a shred

And the vamps caused the rolling of his head

The ghastly girl found herself distraught

For the 'nother had a lesson to be taught

Though her dreams were stolen 'way

It was the only path for them to see the light of day.

This made the ghastly girl sad indeed

For in her malicious rage she could not read

The pairing that lived between the two

Like a nurse and a victim of the flu

They lived for one and the one the other

Him the man, and her the 'nother.

The ghastly girl still lives on to this day

But in the nightly hours she does not play

No, the vampire and wolfmen now just weep

For her self-imposed penance is quite steep

She spends her night delivering the words

That are sent between distant and longing love birds.

Pastel Pictures

The pastel pictures floated downstream with me

On a day that was faded yet sharp and clear

Blue sky, Green grass, Azure stream

and me and my drowned pastel pictures

Upon the current of the stream I floated underneath

A raven who floated on currents of air above

So unlike the pastel moments of beige anonymity

I tried to hold that inky reality in my mind

But a blink and the bird was gone

More a truth than the unblemished blue sky

Upon the caress of the water I flowed

As this black memory caressed my mind

Something that wasn't true and unchangeable

It was a stain that deserved to be preserved

The first lie or the first drink, its fond cousin

A word you said that banished this beige wash

Upon the never ending lane of pastel whispers I am pulled

A pastel picture floats by with three words in cursive.

"You wanted this"

And another with the last mocking taunt,

"Remember?"

A Life More Real.

You

My love

My lover is dead

True

My heart

My heart has fled

Where she has gone

I'll never know

Where he might be

Lost in snow

Heal

My feet

My feet are hurt

Steal

My shoes

My shoes of dirt

If I become part of the land

A crop just as green

Will you wander through the wheat

Just so you can be seen?

Talk

My friend

My friend is where?

Rock

My world

My world is fair.

Fair, this world of blue and pink

When I ask for scarlet bold

Kill and hurt and rape and lie

End this painless bloodless cold

Live inside the Endless Dark

Live inside the endless dark

Freedom flies and folly fail

This the arrow and there the mark

The space is scary and quite stark

But this place is where sorrow cannot sail

Live inside the endless dark

Lightning flash and then arc

Momentary proof of legend and tale

This the arrow and there the mark

This is no trick or ill mannered lark

Here the train comes off the rail

Live inside the endless dark

So herald all, proclaim, and hark

Deny the idiocy of chasing your tail

This the arrow and there the mark

Let these words be your last remark

As you begin into the inky vale

Live inside the endless dark

This the arrow and there the mark

A boy in a box

A boy in a box

Picture a boy in a box

No way out

No way in

Just food, water, shelter

Living conditions

And information

Every ounce

Every string

Every piece

Of the collective

knowledge of the universe

Math and science

Social, political

Economic

Geological

Historical

Anatomical

Knowledge

This boy learns everything

This boy knows everything

And spends no time wasted

On physical thoughts and worries

He knows the secrets

He knows the reasons

And despite having every thought

He never gets to experience

To a boy who has never seen the light

How can this be wrong?

A boy who exists in a perfect mental state

Of blissful mindful acuity.

Doesn't he want what we take so willing?

Why should he be forever still?

Shouldn't a boy be free and ignorant

Heedless of all greater thoughts?

Now this boy

is no longer a boy

But a machine

Just as alive

Just as conscience

But not flesh and blood

Not one of us.

Why is this suddenly acceptable?

Do gears and cogs rob a man of humanity?

Is a heart the defining feature

And not the compassion within it?

A boy in a box

is just as worthy

of life and love

as a machine

who can see this condition

that we call humanity

in the same way.

Champaign and Orange Juice

Champaign and orange juice

The morning of delight

A drink to wake the senses

and send you sailing into the day

As snow falls and presents reveal

We sit in each others company

With champaign and orange juice

On a merry Christmas day

Treasures strewn about

Strange gifts received with a chuckle

Father making morning bacon

Mother waltzing to the winter tunes

Sister reading up rules

Boyfriend pointing out the flaws

Everyone brought together

over champaign and orange juice

The taste of Christmas is simple

Champaign and orange juice

Our family, dysfunctional and drinking before noon.

Champaign and orange juice.

Ho Ho Holliday

Twas the eve of christmas eve

and all through the house

People were generally excited

and maybe a little drunk.

Everyone was making noise

and staying up late.

"Santa may have tomorrow,

but this night is for us!"

So the merriment lasted

into the wee hours.

All worries forgotten

till dawn the next day

Then with a cry, they'll exclaim

"Shit, we've got presents to wrap"

A Person is more then a Body, and Love is more then a Word.

What is a human body?

We all know the basics

The blood and bones

The skin and hair

The building blocks

But what about a look

Or a sense of humour

What of that part of us

So undetected by our eyes

Another human body

is what every body craves

But what every person wants

Is another person

Any body would do the trick

Would scratch the itch

But only a handful out there

can satisfy the needs

Of a living

breathing

loving

person

I hope that every wall can fall

That love can ride a victory lap

And reclaim what once was

Love without restrictions

The Curse

Come walk through these hallowed halls

'Neath dead trees and hungry birds

Here, this language acts as walls

A combination of deathly words

From these lines of wretched speech

I forthwith bestow upon you a curse

That will drain you of spirits like a leech

With malicious intent and yet even worse

It will gnaw and claw at your little toe

Slither and slime up your innocent thigh

From there this plague will grow and grow

Twist your innards till you beg to die

But the horrors are only in the first act

And this show has a dreadful, terrible end

This awful curse has much more tact

Then the common cold, a veritable friend

You'll lose your sight and then your touch

Your ears will falter and then your smell

You'll be screaming that this is just too much

But the terrors are bound to drag you to hell

Because then you lose your voice

And you can't even call for help

As evil things gather and rejoice

Laughing at the pitiful whelp

So you lay in total isolation

Accompanied only by crawling creatures

This is the all too perfect damnation

This is the curse's prominent features

So save the words well

Seek the perfect day

The perfect person to sell

Their precious soul away

Chase Today

We seem to exist in eternity

When the only time worth mentioning

is tomorrow and not right now

Where tiny sorrows fall like raindrops

Touching all the chimney tops

and flooding our apartments

that once held the happiness

that now we strive to discover.

When did sorrow turn to commonplace

This trick of everyday reality

This belief that tomorrow is the day

when all our demons go away

When sun can shine

and birds can chirp

and anything can happen.

That tomorrow isn't days away

like all those words you tried to say

It's hidden in your tapping feet

that ones that walk

when all you want to do is run.

Its in your mouth

when you look down hallways

and find a single person

tossing their hair

looking like your next best friend

But you don't say a single sound

You wait for fortune to take its turn

You wait for reasons to be heard.

When really they all live inside you

Don't use your time

like you have all eternity

because a day will dawn

when all your hopes

lay forgotten in yesterday.

Just do something

anything

to find that desperate happiness

that lived around your childhood

your first soft toy

your mothers best perfume

Just do something

that you love to do

and do it again and again

And if you forget

why you do this thing

Then let it be

for a while

and find some other toy

See if that

is what gives your heart

a reason to keep beating.

And if it does

then you have found

what today is all about.

Thought vs Action

I can think about anything in this whole wide world

So can you, if you so desire to think of such things

We can sit and pontificate till our brains roll out

None of it will cause even the slightest bit of change

No amount of thought has ever altered human nature

Life will be as life has always been, regardless of your head

That is why it is your duty, nay your very privilege

To run into the streets with your axes and your pitchforks

And change the world the way the world has always changed

With definite and defiant action, streaming from your limbs

Go out and fight your demons with a baseball bat

Kill your inhibitions and your fears with real action

Thought will encourage more thought and no change

Action will encourage more action and change

What we have is too much thought and no action

To do something, anything will cause some kind of change

Once change has occurred, thought is needed

But until the calendars mark such a date

We must burn down the cities without thought

We need to blow ourselves into oblivion and back again

To finally understand that words are not enough

To change a world

Thought will always come in second

To the might of physical motion

The Tear That Did Not Fall.

I learned something I did not want to learn

And it did not change the earth

And it did not rock a nation

And it did not revolutionize a industry

And it did not cause the people to listen

And it did not cause the people to stand

And it did not cause the people to revolt

And it did not change my life

And it did not mean a thing

But I learned it all the same

And it made me shed a tear

And that tear did not fall

And did not grow into a forest

Where no elves and trolls played

And learned to make a building

And learned to make a ship

And travel cross the nation

In search of truth and glory

And did not grow along side us

And show us all our faults

And teach us to be humble

Kind, loving, and fair

No, the tear did none of these things

Because I learned that things have one use

And as hard as you try to believe

A tear cannot make you forget

So Pass the Moments of the Night

What an ephemeral wash

of simple human beings

sharing simple human experience

There is not need for high art

No need for symbolism of metaphors

Just one person telling another

How the weather sucks back home

About Canadian history and its intricacies

About who married who

The beauty of Victoria at sunset

Where you'll be in two, ten, and twenty years

How this wine is just superb

The nutcase Billy and his wild adventures

Hourly wages

Past and present events

and where you're going to spend the winter

Why do we fight

For art and reason

when truth exists in others

Life is but a drink away

A "How are you

or a "How's your day"

Such is human life.

A Lover from Afar

Upon a roof

Watching the twinkling lights

both above and below

The stars winking a loving lullaby

To you and your beloved

The city lights whispering promises

of another day to spend among their glow

A gentle night breeze

draws you and her closer under the blankets

as sleeps tiptoes to our bed

sings a sweet melody of tonight

and dances all throughout your room

The simple movements of two bodies

breathing an easy breath

together

under a cover of stars

upon a roof

in each others embrace.

While I wander the lights

lost in their gentle companionship

I write the songs that you waltz to

I find the words you need to say

I sing the song that draws you near

I may not be a lover

But oh how it fills my soul with glee

to see you and your beloved

dancing to my song

speaking to my words

listening to my sounds

and falling in love.

Reversed Romance

Could you?

Can you?

Just maybe

Pretty please?

Be my

cute little

sweet something

cross-dresser?

Me dressed

you suited

us together

both switched

I'll sit

perfect poise

You'll stand

handsome charm

No one

will know

that we

are flipped

That when

We sleep

I grunt

You sight

We'll be

in disguised

from now

to always

Me dressed

You suited

Our little

Reversed romance

Let me eat your soul

Let

me

eat

your

soul

I

just

want

a

taste

Let

me

nibble

your

heart

I

just

want

to

know

Let

me

eat

you

whole

A Fighters Heart

Stand before the tide

The endless waves of demons

Who storm the gateway to your home

Who wish for evil and only evil to rule

Raise your silver sword in defence

Of everything you hold dear

Hold your shining shield in place

To stem the dangerous flow

Swing till the dawn of next day

Swing till midnight comes again

Chop at twisted horns and gnashing teeth

Chop at grinning faces and blackened hides

You hold the gate

A glowing beacon to all you protect

A stained and bloodied being

A symbol of hope

Endless battles create endless war

and even when the last demon dies

A fight rages in your breast

and love cannot live on the battlefield

Remove the dented and sullied armour

That once proved your virtue

Discard the sword of stirling judgment

That once did good

Drop the shield of a nation protected

That nation has no need of warriors now

Walk from your home

Leave the ghosts of battle

Discover a new fight

One that hasn't been fought

A fighters heart bleeds for the war, and nothing else.

Question of Passion

I write with one hand

Curiosity

Caution

Careful

Search

Find

Stare

Wince

Why?

Removed

Reserved

Repulsed

Pulled

Dragged

Abandon

Faster

Faster

Faster

Faster

Dreams

Hopes

Possibilites

Lights

Love

Passion

Blackout

Alone

Used

Wasted

Worn

Whole

I write with one hand

My other one killed me with ecstasy

Love without reason

Feelings unacknowledged.

Across the Spanish Sea

I stood in the waves of the salty spanish sea

with three other men

One man said, with a boyish grin

"I will swim across this sea,

and see the holy land.

And you will all wish

that you were wise enough

to swim with me."

So the man swum

to Damascus

to Jerusalem

He witnessed dusty sand

old ruins

past etched into the present

A time when righteousness

was as simple as a sword

Another man said, with a hopeful smile,

"I will swim only half the distance,

and see the beautiful land of Italy.

And you will all wish,

that you were strong enough

to make the journey"

So the man swum

to Rome

to Venice

He saw rolling hills

simple farms

A land both past and present

Where the past is yesterday

and tomorrow is a gift

The last man said, with a weary look,

"I will swim into the ocean,

and see the lovely sea.

And you will wish,

you were patient enough

to enjoy the waves."

So the man swum

into the Mediterranean sea

into the warm inviting water

He saw schools of fish

vast forests of kelp and coral

A place still untouched

By right and wrong

By yesterday and tomorrow

I stood in the waves of the salty spanish sea

and after due time in the surf

I walked back to the beach

and sat upon the shore

I thought of the thousand things

the other men would see

The hundred different places

the other men would visit

In hindsight, the question seems moot

But I lay awake on the beach

Day and night

asking, "Why didn't I swim?"

Now I realize

That it was not my journey

There was no fault in me

No weakness, no idiocy, no impatience.

I stand on a hill overlooking the great canadian north

all alone

I know that this is my journey

Never to be Known

Speak to me in french

Je t'amie, mon cheri

So I can pretend we are saying the same thing

Je sais que nous ne sommes pas sur le méme chemin

Really, we have no clue

Mais je vous que vous sachiez

But we can speak a language more real

Que je suis avec vous

A dance of the souls displayed in the eyes

Toujours et toujours

Yes, I dream as well

Révans ensemble, mon ami

Prose in Poetic Fashion

Ha, this isn't actually a poem.

It's a challenge

If you read this,

Write a line as a comment

on Facebook.

It could be anything

anything at all.

Just write it down,

and maybe something will grow.

Who knows?

But you'll never know

Unless you try.

The State of Poetry

A mad obsession

trickles upon my page

flows from my mind

and puddles on my poetry.

This diluted poison

this contamination

is the all to present

fluid imagery.

What of the other states?

Are they equally profound?

Who do words flow from us

when they can also be built,

rolled like a snowball,

shattered like a glass window

forged like the finest steel

raised like a mountain

over millennium

of monstrous massive

effort.

Or what of gas

The very air we collectively breath

The most insubstantial element

Can words billow

from a willing mind?

Are poems nothing but

the sweet exhale of life?

Can words rise and drift

sweep upon the earth

hang in others hearts.

What is fluid to the power

of the earth and of the sky?

Perfect Timing

I stand

Like a beast on display

Before a thousand souls

Hungry to see mine

Flee from my body

In twisted strangled agony

I stand

and play the part

of the defeated fiend

A man who has lost

A creature facing it's end

My life on the edge

Before I hang till dead

But inside I smirk

Because when mortality

finds itself in a corner

It strikes out with desperation

So as my neck goes in the noose

As the crowd cheers and cries

I show no hint of surprise

as the hail of arrows begins.

Down goes the hangman

My gentleman accuser

A couple innocent women and children

And all illusions

of my defeated nature.

I walk

down the winding path

out of the courtyard

accompanied by my brothers

Dressed in black cloaks

Bows in hands

No hint of fear

We walk free.

But just before the gates

A fool gets an idea

A fool figures he can stand

For all the ideals shot dead today

A dagger is no match

for a few good men

with perfect timing.

The hangman's noose has no power

The audience has no applause

The gentleman's ilk has no life

The criminal crowd has no quarrel.

Taken

Take a moment

Take a couple

Take some time

Take whatever you please

Take the world

This life is meant to be taken

Held, possessed, and used

Fought for, defended, and admired

Played with, shared, and accepted

Taken

Forget modesty

Humble dreams of unobtrusive sin

Nightmares of bold heroic motions

Deny all hidden fantasies of innocence

Take your life

Hold it in your hand

Make it your own.

What is Art?

It isn't about reaching into the stars

Or finding some unknown place

It's about people

You, placed on the paper, for all to see.

No beings just come into being

Everything comes from what is around

To create art

One simply has to let themselves

Open up and pour their soul

Then see what comes out

No magic or mystery

Just expressions of self

PAINTING A FUCKING TREE!!!!

Nothing matters.

No, not the abyssal view of life

that you can throw yourself off a bridge

and nothing will change because of it.

Of course things will change!

Your family will mourn

There will be coverage in the news paper

Someone might start a charity in your name

There'll be a big deal

All because of you

No, thats not what I'm talking about

I'm talking about those people out there

Who assume that everything happens for a reason

Who guess that everyone has a plan

Everyone has a scheme

And obviously every little thing they do

Is part of some enormous plot

to subvert the world to their will

WHAT THE FUCK!

MOST PEOPLE DO NOT PLAN ANYTHING

We wander the landscape as ignorant as beasts

Unsure what our next meal will be

Let alone changing the fucking WORLD

When we talk to someone, we say whats on out mind

When we do something, its because something prompted us

TO DO WHATEVER IT WAS

Hey, look a tree.

Thats a nice tree

I think I'll paint that tree

Why am I painting that tree?

BECAUSE I FELT LIKE IT

NO HIDDEN MEANING

NO SUBTLE TRAP

NO AWFUL SCHEME

I JUST FELT LIKE PAINTING A FUCKING TREE!!!!!

Past Lessons

I remember a summer night

The heat was unbearable

We all stood anxiously

Before that empty car

No questions in our heads

Just readiness

Unready to be accepted

Dreams of tomorrow

Undreamt of before

I remember a winter day

The snow drifted madly

I sat beside my mother

As I wondered to myself

What if I were to wander

Into that white horizon

and learn to become

Someone completely

Different

I remember a spring afternoon

The rain was pouring

I stood in a bus

More water then boy

I saw myself

In a glass reflection

I thought to myself

I like this

I like this dishevelled person

This is me

I remember an autumn

Everyone of them comes back

I walk from school to home

And home to school again

I can't help but think

Why?

This isn't life I'm learning

They hide us away

Until they think we can handle

This world that sounds so evil

But I was ready

From the first day

These discoveries that changed

Me and my very life

Were not found in classrooms

Were not taught by teachers

I was always an adult

I have always been old

I was never a child

I learned to be a kid

I learned to live young

No Boundaries

The borders of life are not defined.

(Stand upon an open field and stare in every direction. Picture that space being filled)

(Look at a house you've passed everyday. Imagine who would live there)

(See a blank stage. Think about a color, and bring it into being. Repeat)

There is no gate around the pristine clouds.

(Look at a window. Imagine smashing it. Now think about going through it)

(Grab someone else's phones and watch their reaction. Imagine them smashing the window)

(Think of yourself as a warrior. What could stop you?)

All caves eventually lead to the surface.

(Remember the worst time of your life. Why aren't you still there?)

(Imagine missing your bus. Now picture not caring)

(Think of swimming against the tide. Think of accepting the tide)

Even death can be explored.

(Turn off all the lights in your house, and feel your way around)

(Breaking a bone. You felt it, even though it didn't happen)

(Remember falling asleep in a car. Where were you?)

The Most Valuable Substance in the World

There is exists a substance

More rare than jewels or diamonds

More useful than genetically engineered crops

More powerful than a thermonuclear device

More seductive than a mannequin after the eighth drink.

This substance is can be morphed into anything

Can be a candle that burns forever

Can be a window frosted in winters chill

Can be a vehicle to a hundred new places

Can be a the brightest spotlight shining on you

It is hidden in some of the most subtle places

Within the cup of coffee you buy in the morning

Within the book you forgot you bought

Within the contact between two hands in a hight five

Within the sound waves of music played too loud

This glorious element has many names

Some call it happiness

Some call it satisfaction

Some call it love

Some call it contentment

I call it life

It exists

It can be anything

It is everywhere

It is life

Hopeful Alien

In the sky beyond our limited view

Exist a thousand places for life to roam

Exists a million different kind of people

Exists a billion stories to be told

Exists a trillion new expressions

Waiting

So when I wander the streets

When the stars are smiling down

I wonder

I wonder every wonder that could be

While I wander the empty streets

Empty of more then just people

Empty of possibilities

Too full of drudgery and reality

Too full of a lives already lived

All that remains on this spinning rock

Hope that remains lost among

A sky that is just out of reach

Who knows what we might find

Who knows where we could go

Perhaps we'll be the finders

Or maybe we'll be found

Just as long as we discover

That we aren't alone

I just want to know

That I am not alone

Somewhere in the world

Unbound by gravity's sentence

There are people like me

Who belong to the stars

But without the key to the universe

I'll stay upon this hostile earth

Others perfectly content with its limited land

I'll be the outsider in flawless disguise

I'll live a chromosome off from the rest

I'll exist an alien creature.

Lost in Communication

Why does the world make sense?

It doesn't does it

It doesn't does it

It doesn't does it

There, I said it three times fast

But maybe you read it slow

Does that mean your reading wrong

Or am I writing wrong?

Writing wrong

Writing wrong

Writing wrong

HA, I GOT YOU!!!

I wrote it slow

But you read it fast

I have you at my beck and call

And I'm not helping you one bit

I could write this fast

And you could read it slow

But if you read it slow

Then it wouldn't make sense

But if you read it fast

and I wrote it slow

The whole damn thing goes

Plop

So, think again, think again, think again

Question what you read

Am I writing as the angel

Or in sublime irony?

A Synthesis of Darkness and Light

If there is no beginning

How can there be an end?

If every dawn goes dark

How can day be real?

If the day is always conquered

How can we stand for light?

If light must balance dark

How can hate be purged?

If we are inherently plagued

How can heaven be?

If we live without afterlife

How can truth exist?

If there is no greater meaning

How can lies be considered wrong?

If light and dark are one

How can they fight?

If we are just temporary

How can mean more?

If meaning is beyond our grasps

How can we live for ideals?

If our world has turned bloodless

How can pure passion possibly exist?

If death is the end

How do we begin?

If birth is the beginning

How do we become born?

If light is the beginning and dark is the end

How can we live with both?

If darkness is the start and illumination is the conclusion

How can we survive either?

She has come calling

She may not be the warmest girl

Nor is she very dependable

She'll come and go as she sees fit

And stay a bit longer then welcome

She's got plenty of sides to her

Soft and fluffy

Harsh and biting

Even packed away in a corner

But she just wants to have fun

To play around

Smother everyone in affection

Perhaps a little overbearingly

She shows up at the wrong time

and fowls up our plans

Without her in our lives though

It wouldn't be the same

Snow

We like you lots.

Even on those times

When you're a bit of a bitch.

A Monument to The Hero

Gunshot,

Run

Fire,

Flee

Screams,

Sprint

Collapse,

Retreat

Devastation,

Escape

Smoke,

Leave

Cacophony,

Walk

Panorama,

Watch

Safety,

Stop

Duty,

Walk

Responsibility,

Return

Hope,

Stride

Fear,

Step

Despair,

Go

Saviour,

Arrive

I want

That is where I belong

That is where I long to be

That is where my heart belongs

That is where my longing heart awaits

Far away

Under piles of unwashed clothes and half-read books

Beside unused rooms and hardly insulated walls

In a house tucked away by a snowy cul-de-sac

On a street too remote to be home

Located in a city just right and so wrong

Lives a shabby little drawer

And in that shabby little drawer

Exists the whole world

Hidden from sight

Out of mind

Just awaiting the day

It'll be found

and everything will burst out

Bringing every possibility

To life again

Just waiting

Just hoping

That maybe

Someday

It will be opened

and every other lock

that stood in the way

will break to pieces

and every door will swing

leading to a whole new place

The place where you want to go

The place you've known all your life

But never knew how to open every lock

I want to go

I want to be there

I want everything this world has to offer

I want to find a way to reach into the stars

and pluck my own suns

so I'll never fall victim to the night

and live forever in glorious day

Knowing that tomorrow is not your enemy

It's an old friend

who just wants the best for you.

I want to be there.

I want that.

Modern Poetry

Once upon a time in a land far away

Poets spoke of the glories of the present day

About the knights who slew his foes

About the hero that ended all woes

And it was beautiful because it was true

But in our modern age, is it right for you?

What knights wander on concrete streets

What hero accomplishes impossible feats

Men of glory have faded into fables

Replaced by TV actors near dinner tables

The only real icon left to aspire to

Is the rebel who denies this hazy flu

Of life we have chosen to accept

Ruled by the idiots and the inept

The cars barrel down highways at all hours

and quickly consumes the coward who cowers

No time to second guess the day job

Just muster your courage in your hands and lob

Toss you determination to the top floor

Pray you get to see what a higher salary has in store

Once the torrent of daily life is over, drink

It eases the soul and allows the poor one to sink

Into the blurry lie of almost enlightenment

and the half thought out dream of abandonment

Just pick up and leave to start once more

In a new town, in a new place, on a new shore

If only those who dream could actually take wing

Maybe then the city would be filled with souls that sing

Giving up Pain

Pain seems to be the littlest thing

That is the most easily forgotten

That is the most easily hidden

Denying our hurt is second nature

Done without thought or concern

Just a way of living life

But our wounds can mark more

Then our imposing protective shell

It touches us to the bone

A little hurt like a blister

A cold sore or a cut

Can often be ignored

But think of how the time passes

The people who get to you

All those pressing annoyances

All from a little hurt

Can make us wonder why

The universe is feeling so vindictive

It's just a cut

It's just a scrap

It's just a little nothing

Accept pain when you feel it

So you know that it's nothing

Just pain, and nothing more

Hurts will hurt

And pain is painful

And wounds can wound

But it doesn't mean anything

Just know that you feel it

and then give it up.