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Monday, November 29, 2010

test 2.1

Look to the sky

look to the sky and prey
were the words this day
what could I say
I believe that goodness
Honesty and morality come from within
But I remained silent
Serenity in ones on demise
The abyss of fear
The fingers of light can only claw so far into the fog
Before it fades
The rime on the trees
Lines the ghost of time
Karma it is said will be fate
We all walk and talk
I will not bag
Look to the sky and prey
Were the man words this day
A man of science
Serenity in another’s demise
The abyss of fear
The past
Determines inaction
I look to future
And smile
The sunrise was okay
A place in the clouds
Above an azure blue lake
A summit in the clouds
Were the fingers of light can touch one soul

Saturday, November 27, 2010


One degree of separation
Eternal meaning

Where the truth lies
Hear one actions

Same words are heard above a whisper

Poems are just words
Some never heard
Some never understood
Some misinterpreted
Some without meaning

Others a glance
Through a window
Or an open door

Friday, November 26, 2010

In the morning before the storm

In the morning before the storm
The water is so calm
The birds all sing
The sky so blue

Slowly you smell the air change
Impending doom
Sky goes gray
The animals go quite

The wind picks up
The animals take cover
The white caps on the water can be heard
The trees bend down

Thursday, November 25, 2010

test 2


Ironic though it sounds

Another snow storm drive and Three and I were on the road again.

In the back seat using his rock in roll voice, we hear “if I say go, will you run away, run away, run away, AHHHHHHHHHHH.”

Jet, M and I start laughing. Reverting back to his 5 year old youngest son voice E Bat says “Dad turn the music back up.” And then we all start laughing.

So the piano starts playing and we all say the words.

When I first saw you standing there, you know it was a little hard not to stare and when I drove you home….” 3 minutes and 31 seconds later, we all laugh again.

Making happy memories in a snow storm,
With a fever of a 110,
looking for lighting in a November sky,
Forever soon knocking at the door,
Taking meds to relieve strep throat,
an unnecessary trip,
others say they have stuff to do,
life a drama
were characters can be chest pieces
Happy memories
In a snow storm
With a fever of a 110
forever soon knocking at the door

M says “play it again”

So the piano starts and we all singing. “All or nothing.”

Ironic though it sounds

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

On the way to a Rink

On the way to Bethune last night in a snow storm to get to the hockey rink Jet asked.

“Whatever happened to _____________ (place your name here)?”
Well son they are living their lives I guess.
Jet “you mean they don’t have time for a hot chocolate?”
Son “ I can t answer that.”
“Guess they are just too busy!”

Jet thinks for a couple minutes and the silence seems long as the fingers reach across the highway.
A semi passes us and the windshield is completely white which breaks the silence.

Jet says it seems that you can hear peoples actions if you ignore what they say! Huh Dad?

An eleven year old boy seems to know people better then what it took me a life time to learn.

Yes Jet it would seem.
That is sad Dad!

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Cause it feels like forever

Cause it feels like forever

The trees drop their essence
Getting ready for their sleep
The birds take provisions for their flight
We crank the heat
Wishing for the sand

Sitting at home alone
What are you thinking?
Cause it feels like forever

Were has the summer gone
The fire is out
The beach a distant memory
The sand on feet

It feels like home
Even though you’re gone
Cause it feels like forever

It’s ugly now
As the snow flows in the wind
The trees look dead
Although their in a deep sleep

It takes my breath away
Thinking of you
Cause it feels like forever

Friday, November 19, 2010

As the wind blows

Memories of the past

I sitting in a local drinking hole listening to tail of battles and my mind wonders to the distant past and an ancient times about the three….the three( two brothers and sister) who would battle each other at the drop of a hat.. the voice of the people wonder into and out hear shot as I remember the times….good and bad but never boring..

As the wind blows, the snow around in the field, the battle rages on.
Light sabers flying through the air slicing down in a flurry of action.

The combatants are three battling each other. One is a princess, who picks up a shoe and tosses it at the head of another fighter at the same time using her light saber to defend herself from our little super hero batman or Spidy ( who ever his is today.)

The target of the shoe is the rink rat that goes by the title of “cool man J” is getting into the fray at the same time he is flying through the air and slashing with his sword at the bat…

All three, look to attack at the same time, changing sides when opportunity for success is present in the others camp..
The bat giggles and attacks the princess and slashes at the cool man at the same time hitting the princesses, who scream and starts to running after the bat. The cool man jumps off the couch and tries to do a summersault ending up on is back on the floor. In the laughter that continues the bat boy screams and runs to find daddy-O thinking that battle has turned against him.

Daddy0 enters the fray unaware that he has become the target of their joined attack (the little savages). Any way the battle quickly turns into a fireball exchange as ball after ball are fired at each in turn. Cool man J is again in the mix jumping from one chair to the next throwing balls and laughing his head off. The princess is also throwing balls and having balls thrown at her.
The bat tackles daddy-o wrapping his arms and his legs around my knee making escape impossible…the others scream encouragement to the bat as they quickly attack themselves with swords and balls hitting me in the face and arms and chest and back…the giggles continue from all four as the bat goes for a ride on my leg..

The conversation continues now but many of the people have started to leave. Being replaced by a different crowd older and wiser…The waitress returns yet again asking if wished anything smiling. What does she want?

The bat sails through the air landing on a couch and giggle as he springs back up the at other two charge on me and we all land on the floor in laughter. My head snaps back as the bat lands on my forehead flying off the couch. Dam bat thinks he can fly and he just did..

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Angels fall like drops of rain

Angels fall like drops of rain

Angels fall like rain drops from the sky
The heavens open up to cry
The sounds of the angels hitting the ground
Is like hail cutting the fields down

Angels have feelings to
And a job to do
Feeling they don’t know they are searching for
Are their jobs redundant?

One angel is all I am asking for
Catch her before she hits the ground
Hope she lands on my face
Runs down my cheek like a rain drop

To touch my lips
To taste the salt of the heavens
Just one angel please
To make my life complete

The drop to make me hole again
To share life as one
To lift me up
So my heart can touch the clouds

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Angel dice que usted permanecerá.

Angel dice que usted permanecerá.
No se escápe.
Las alas son sujetadas.
Seré su distracción.
Vaya con el corazón.
Usted sabe lo que dice.
Permita que las garras de un tigre corran por el pelo.
¿Su mente dice la Parada pero el corazón dice qué?
¡Sus garras me han rasguñado profundo!
¡La vida es compleja pero llegará a ser una aventura!
Venga la risa su vida lejos.
Trato de encontrar nuestra playa.
Puede viajar por nosotros.
Por un país diferente todavía.
El fuego está en las conversaciones.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

A drop of rain

A drop of rain

A drop of rain
As the sun sets on another day
I feel a like a drop of rain in the middle of a field
Reflecting the colours the sky
Deep purples to fire red
As a mirror does ones own image
The eyes stare back looking for imperfections
On the rock I sit nothing but a small sphere looking for feelings
As the temperature drops to freezing
My shape changes to ice
On the surface of the rock
There is no pain
There is no thought
Just a change in shape, space and time
In the morning the sun will rise to warm the rock
And I will melt to drop
The ground will adsorbs
The moisture is absorbed as the crowds will my memory

Monday, November 15, 2010

Gullible angels falling from the sky

We can write a song about angels
that cheats and have the claws of a tiger.
That scratch deep
Angel asks" Who are we basing this on exactly?"
Leaving scar tissue with laughter
Angel replies "that sounds so romantic
Stop it"

Watching their prey as they sleep
Playing word games that make them weep
Tears of sadness and laughter in the background.
As the angel moves on to a new den far away

Tears hit the ground
The Angel offers “I will lick the tears off of your face for you.”
Your free angel...
Fly were you will
Angel weeps in response "Maybe I don't want to go
My wings seem to be broken"
Your wings are well...u can fly if you wish.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Dante’s Sunrise

Dante’s Sunrise

Every sunrise has a morning
Every breath you take has a beautiful sound
Makes me wish to be in your arms

Every sunset has a night
Every smile you make takes my breath away
It has be ten years now and we not spoken it two
It is sad that time stands still as the years drag by

And yet your hatred burns me deep
Like being shot by a 38
Your last words slice me clean through
And the salt you rubbed in is still on fire

The first year went by in seconds
The next four you said you could not take it
As you ran off with another
The last two have been Dante’s hell

Every sunrise is the beginning
even as the sunsets on Dante’s day
Life is beautiful even in Dante’s hell

I hope the reflection does no scare you
When you look in those eyes

Saturday, November 13, 2010

A Kryptonite cross

A Kryptonite cross lies heavy on my soul.
Where the river flows
As the wind blows
I run by the fields
Each little flower holds a tear from the sky
Thinking about the mountains I climbed
And the rivers I crossed to get here
In the middle of no where
You walk across my soul
Without looking my way
It breaks my heart in so many ways
My spirit is twisted
You laugh and cry and it reminds me of
the way it could have been