For 240,000 years we lived
In small groups.
100 to 150 in your clan
And the hunting and gathering was good.

For the last 10,000 years,
We domesticated ourselves,
Thousands then tens of thousands and
Finally millions of us jammin' on main street.

In small groups we the knew the trouble makers,
Justice came swift and accurate as hell.
But in our massive modern congregations,
The spin is on, not so easy to pin a tail.

So the city boys and girls invented god.
Said his eyes and ears were everywhere,
It was the only way we could think of,
To get a million or more to tow the line.

But he's not up there, out there or anywhere.
Yes god is an attempt to make a better world,
And maybe it was even the right thing to do.
But now he divides us and it is time for god to go.

How do we ever explain
The joy expressed by a soldier
As he kills a child
With a bullet to the head.

Every army is ugly.

We are a mistake.
We have nothing to offer the universe.
Our end is near.

I asked my father for life advice.

He said form alliances not friends.

I asked what the difference was, is.

Alliances last he said,

And turned the key to start the car.

Tease me with your metaphor
Your kitten's purr, our lion's roar,
Alliterate your love for me,
****, sensual, sets me free.

A simile might make me smile,
Like Cheshire cats in sly profile,
But allegory comes first and last,
Our love a winter's snowy path.

Don't say that you'll love me forever,
Please don't,
Please, please never ever pray for me,
After today.

What I want to know, what I must know,
Listen closely,
Is--  can you, will you, forget me,
Don't cry

You have the rest of your life.
Hold me,
You must not live in my shadow, our shadow,
Tighter please.

Tonight we tag the best of our times,
Our children,
Tonight we laugh until we are drunk with joy,
So beautiful.

Promise me when I am gone,
Promise me you will move on.

Say it.

Lemon lipstick, cherry cheeks,
Rainbow eyes, she plays for keeps,

She's not afraid and not a fool,
Head held high, she's knows she's cool,

Purple hair, skulls on nails,
Tight skirt short, she never fails.

Girl's got game, girl's a chica,
Dance sweet lina, so magnika

I went to see an interior designer.

Turns out we weren't talking about the same thing

At all.

Isn't it odd
That a man named Jobs,
Created so many.

So **** when you're naked,
Too hot when you dress up,

Flirtatious on a Friday night,
You stop to ask wassup.

Taunt me, tempt me, tease me,
Retake me with your smile.

Sleepy eyes and sunrise sighs,
A lust so versatile.

How long do I wait for myself to arrive.

I feel as if
Maybe,

I dropped in years ago,
And no one was at home.

Did I miss my calling?

Did you?

We have only one terror,
An early companion,
Our fear of death,
Is our eternal canyon.

One slip or stumble
And life is over,
Even the careful
Get handed over.

Immortality perhaps,
Is found only in fame,
Heroes live for ever,
The rest of us abstain.

She wrote me an old fashioned letter,
Ball point pen on snowflake stationary.

Found my soft spot as usual, uncovered a tear,
She was always **** good at that.

There's personality in the way people write,
The individual shape of the letters, the slant, the size.

And like a thumbprint, your style is unique to you,
Handwritten like homemade brings things to life.

Oceans of love was my grandmother's signature phrase

We are transforming into machines, robots,
Things that never feel at all, never really laugh or cry.

Are you as numb as I am,
Watch people die right before my eyes,
Then switch to cats chasing clicks.

How come
Watching you get dressed,
The shake, shake shimmy
Of slipping things on,

Is more arousing
Than the tease.

Do I lust more
For the things
I cannot have.

If tired we sleep,
If bored we fiddle,
When excited we dance,
If in love we tell riddles.

My eyes both are closed,
My hands are quite busy,
My toe taps a beat,
Your smile makes me dizzy.

So what has a beginning and no end?

You are everything to me.
Everything.

You are what you do,
Not what you did,
Each day a new dawn
A chance to re-bid.

Others may never
Forgive or forget,
Some pain is permanent,
A  life long regret.

But you must be you,
And you know your shame,
The things that you've done,
Things  never done again.

So abandon your guilt,
Learn from your past,
Be kind and be better,
Make love unsurpassed.

Do you fear death,
Our vested demise,
The end of all things
When you close your eyes.

So what in your life,
Have you left undone,
A kiss or a kindness
A nose-rub for fun.

We all take our leave,
Our end is for sure,
So today love the other,
Let your actions endure.

Time so precious,
A one way street,
Pause and wonder,
Life can't repeat.

I publish ******* by the gig,
Silly, simple rhymes that jig,
Maybe one day I'll remember,
The path I took to poet- pretender.

I really don't know how I got here,
A drunken quest to be a Shakespeare,
Perhaps it's all a dream and drama,
And in the end perhaps it's karma.

If we are what we do,
And then what we eat,
If habits form habits
Is there no way to cheat?

Only actions make change,
We must move to adapt,
How simple it seems,
No need to hold back.

If you want a new you,
Then go for a walk,
You'll never reach higher,
With nothing but talk.

Beware the life spent in pursuit,

Of happiness and joy,

A life lived longing, hoping,

Can make pleasure our decoy.


Time better spent posed standing still,

Attracting to us the things that thrill,

Be the magnet, be the pull,

Attract and capture the beautiful.

Tell me your secrets,
So hidden from view,
Each mystery a jewel,
I'll search for my clue.

I love to dance naked,
Perhaps so do you,
So share me your secrets,
And we'll rendezvous.

Always think in questions,
Be the first one to ask 'why'.

Then follow with an easy 'how',
Exposing truth from lies.

My favourite is a simple 'where',
An adventure to be sure.

'When' tags and lands you in the past,
And makes the 'where' endure.

Now only our poor 'what' remains
Whatever can we say.

Asking questions daily
Makes my life seem quite Ok.

What has life taught,
What message spins,
Does evil have
A twice evil twin.

The greed and the fear,
The lust is to win,
Does all torment stop,
When true love begins.

God doesn't cry,
In His chagrin,
He waits for us patiently
To search from within.

I've spent my life searching for coins in the cushions,
Scrounging,
Excited by the cookie crumbs others leave behind.

No more.

Today I draw my sword.

It's me, not you.

It's not me, it's you.

It's not me, it's not you

It's me, it's you.

It's us, not them.

It's time.

Pick me.

Pic me.

From Boomer to Millennial

Stuck my thumb out,
Been fifteen years since I've tapped a ride.
Feels raw and unfamiliar.

Once stood on the Trans-Canada.
For two days,
Just outside of Medicine Hat.
Cold night.

People are afraid of me.
I can see it in their eyes as they **** bye,
Puppy frowns, won't play eye tag, no smiles.

Most interesting conversations of my life,
Were inside a stranger's car.
People will tell a hiker everything.
Why not.

There's a beauty in the chance encounter.
A freedom.
Give it another hour but the day might be gone.
Too bad.
Asking is starting to look like begging.
And begging never works.
Ever.

Why do we fear,
Those who stray near,
Why is it us versus them.

Can't we have love,
And be tolerant of,
Where do our differences stem.

In this world of division,
It's a simple decision,
Change is always within.

So nod at a stranger,
Kindness trumps danger,
Joy is a magical win.

When my brother died,
I cried quietly.
Spontaneously
Efficiently.

I slumped down in my chair
And hug-held myself.
Echoes,
Memories.

Oddly, it was also the happiest day
Of my life.
Finally my warrior, my friend, my guide is pain free
After years of cancer slavery.

Safe journey Bro.
Love you.

A man walked into a bar,

'Ouch' he said, 'who put that there."

A woman was watching and snapped her fingers.

'It's time to raise the bar,' she said,

And forty swordsmen on pure white horses appeared.

'More', she shouted as loud as she could.

And forty pistol packing mamas on motorcycles appeared.

'I need a drink', the man said

'Let's belly up to the bar," the woman said.

And that's the story of two people being called to the bar.

When you feel beaten,
Exhausted,
Lost and abandoned.

When you feel alone,
Empty,
Hopeless and scared.

Wrap your arms round your marmaduke,
Huggle, hold and re-create,
A dog is never just a friend,
A loyal love til the very end

Sunday morning,
Toast, coffee and strawberries
Sliced in half.

The music surrounds,
Dionne Warwick
Why do you have to be a heart breaker?

I'm remembering, wandering.
There were good times.
Just not enough.

Think in questions,
Respond with a why,
Asking permission,
Always comply.

The world is shrinking,
To just a small screen,
Mute me, compute me,
I'm now a machine.

I like hiding behind a mask.

I love guessing if your smile will last.

I love your eyes as the only part of your disguise,

That I can see.

I love your mystery.

But then again,

When your mask is the only thing you wear,

Well then I know there is a god,

Because now, you are the answer to my prayer

Find me,
Bind me,
Tie me to a stake.

Poke me,
Choke me,
Watch me cry and shake.

Hate me,
Berate me,
Make me howl and moan.

Tease me,
Please me,
Throw this dog a bone.

First I wake my ears, then eyes,
My poor man's nose its first surprise,
Sunshine or clouds, a beggar's choice,
I live your laugh, your lover's voice.

But then a whispered prayer's soft sell,
Your magic touch, a celestial tell,
I rise and rose, though leave I must,
Tonight, my love, sweet patient lust.

We beg,
We cry,
We plead and bargain
Til we say goodbye.

We bend,
We break,
And gamble all and everything,
That took so long to make.

We wave,
We wither,
Death whisper-speaks,
A cold night-breath that makes us shiver.

Why is love, my only pain,
My heart in hostage, forever vain,
Sadness masks behind my smile,
My life a juried, senseless trial.

For love is often just an ache,
To not perhaps a life mistake,
Is nothing more than nothing less,
As always, life is just a guess.

First be kind,
And then be firm.
Unselfish, generous,
Stand tall, confirm.

Be bold, be beautiful,
Wear your crown,
Head held high,
Gaze never down

How fortunate to have failed young,
To have lost my way and early stung.

At twenty we still think in grey,
Not too afraid to have lost our way.

Still, one life lesson and it is brilliant
Lose everything but your resilience.

If you are sad, then sing,
About each and every anything.

If you're happy, then dance,
Maybe even in your underpants.

If you're violent, perhaps enlightenment,
Time to give up your entitlements.

If you love, it's from above,
From that celestial place we've all heard of.

Be kind. Please. First be kind.

Can we be angry and kind,
At the one and same time.

Can we love and abandon,
What am I  misunderstandin'.

Can we drown in our greed,
Consuming more than we need,

Can we ignore and adore
Pretending love equals war.

Tears, quiet tears, silence, just breathe.

It can't be

That I will spend an entire life,
Begging for love,
Confused by anger,
Afraid of frowns,
Eager to blame,
Bored with myself,
And
Waking up dead,

Can it?

There is a luxury
In your naked offer.

A Christianity in your pout and pose,
The promise of a second coming,
Perhaps a third,
If I kneel and praise your tiny lord.

Spread your legs.

I think it and you obey
And you pull your knees up with your palms
To offer me a menu.
A damp hollow inside a moist harbour,
Above a forbidden entrance.

You smooth yourself.
Sample me your smile suggests.
Taste me. Touch me.
Your eyes glisten with,
An addict's anticipation.

The scent inside of you,
Creates an uncontrollable hunger,
Your body is a now a feast and
I envy you.

I kindle, I savour,
Rim the edge your event horizon,
A forbidden temptation
Orbits around the pucker of a black hole,
Before a broad flat tongue
Begins to lick you,
Like a strawberry ice cream cone.

Be as promiscuous as you like I whisper.
Raise your hips to meet my mouth,
Seal the suction of my lips with clitoral precision,
Hold my head with firm soft hands
Then as light as a hummingbird,
I will begin to speak in tongues,
Until a madness descends.

First we learn to survive.

Then we learn to accumulate.

Eventually we consider how to share.

Before we settle and vanish forever.


Life is life. Death is our gift.

Pace yourself.

It was anger,
Nature bitter and ignored,
Until finally a scowl and rage.

A blizzard of infinite pellicles,
Pure white confetti flakes
In a hoard.
The storm attacks me,
A cloud of locust,
In their swarming phase.

I was blind.
Even before the harsh wind,
Slapped me hard across the face,
With an open hand.

There are gentle days,
Summer days,
When the wind is a scent,
Fresh cut grass,
A tired smiling sun droops west,
Soft lips on my barked skin,
Memories of each and every day.

I think of her,
Only when winter grows bold,
Its icy ***** mocks me,
Assaults me
With six foot high drifts
A smooth white finish,
Seals all the land.

The storm buries everything
Hides the summer trails,
Until the deer remember the way
And tip toe towards the river,
Their footprints tentative and light.

Then I think of her.
In winter.
When all seems irretrievably lost.

Then I think of her.

The moment you begin to feel sorry for someone,
Is the exact moment you begin
To under estimate them.

The crow one-eyes me,
Gives me the up and down,

Then stabs at the ground
And harpoons a blue and white,

A tiny caterpillar only seconds old,
A hatch-ling, one minute in the sun,

How brief, how pure,
Life is never over before its begun.

If you cry, no one will see your tears.

If you wail, no one will hear your scream.

If you fear, no one will smell your sweat.

If you pray, no one will listen to your heart.

You are alone.

In a universe of a billion worlds.

You are all alone.

We rail against suicide

While seven billion of us destroy our 1 and only choice.

It won't matter.

Nothing will weep when we be gone.

What is the purpose of life, he asked.

To create meaning where there is none, she answered.

So there is no God, he asked

Not yet, she answered.