In the middle of the night,
When sleep is a drug of choice,
I sometimes weep openly,
A damp pillowcase in the morning,
My oft found re-memory of you.

I cannot live without you.
I cannot die without kissing you again.
Hope and despair have finally won.

She likes to ask me a question,
When she kneels down in front of me,

Which one of the Beatles would you have been,
Her hands on my zipper,
The button on my jeans set free.

Let me take you down, she winks at me,
Causing I'm going down and she laughs.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Is it a sign of the times,
That my phone knows me better,
Than anyone else ever will.

Have poems become a toasty treat,
Something we make a bit too sweet,
Can I really tell my friends from fancy
Polished words exchanged are chancy.

I always sense the close encounter,
Although I know my choice is flounder,
Tell me once what broke your heart,
Or is it better that I start.

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 withered, worn and weathered spent,
My love a broken heart event,
I miss us more than you or me,
Something special now set free.

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.

Me, me, me,
Mmm, me, me, me,
Ma, me, me moo, mo,me.

Then me me me , ma mo me me
A me mo, me me me me.

ME, ME, ME
ME, ME, ME,
MEEEEE, EEEEE, EEE.

Til me,me me me,
A me me me.
Lo me, ma ,mo,mo me.

Harsh words,
A slap, a fist,
A kick, a twist.

Emotions are ******* physical she whisper- hissed.
And punched me in the cheek.

Bruise me, she begged
And drew a bit of blood,
With her slightly deformed knuckle.

I want to feel, please,
She pleaded with me,

Whip me, strip me, shadow both my eyes,
And she pulled my hair violently.

I cannot love, she said.
So please beat me and wear me down
Until I'm too exhausted to **** myself.

Do you understand, she demanded,
And she pulled the skin under my eye
Hard and
Away from my face
Hideously painful.

I want to die,
I want to cry,
I want to tell endless lies,
I want to despise,
And criticize,
Humiliate and trivialize.

I want to die, she said.

Krista makes me want to dance,
Rob paints words with circumstance,
Victoria smiles, the kindest eyes,
Melancholy knows that love is wise.

Bones is searching for a hopeful heart,
Emmanuel smiles, all humour's art,
Solange sees others first and pure,
Melissa's kindness will pearl endure.

So why is now the only time,
Surely things will always rhyme,
Is dawn a beginning or a sweet revenge,
A time of day to think of friends.

We walk alone, it's our sealed fate,
We search at night, we consummate,
Your naked body pressed to mine,
Love is our boast, your lips divine.

I have promised myself,
Not to die,
In a car,
In a garage,
With the motor racing.

I have promised loved ones
No need to fear,
No echoes here,
The coast is clear,
Such lies are self effacing.

Death my only comfort zone,
A ridiculous time,
To be alone,
I long to leave,
The end is what we're chasing.

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.

There is a sign in my neighbourhood  
That says 'Rural Crime Watch".

Personally I like to watch crime in the city.
Much more exciting.

We can hide who we are,
But only from ourselves.

Others see us much more clearly.
Know thyself.
It is a difficult thing to do

In the sun's rise, the dandelions were yellowicious.
A Woodstock of bright and bold,
A city field of green and gold,
The **** churned butter bright and so ambitious.

But chemical crews with the Monday blues
Soon arrived well armed,
Urgent men much alarmed,
A holocaust of daisy soon ensued.

I sat wondering, bright petals fluttering,
As the poisonous spray,
Drifts all my way
Dawn's toxic breeze leaves me stuttering.

Stare at yourself in the mirror.

Hold your gaze for 60 seconds,
All the time repeating the phrase,
I love you.

Self love is acceptance,
And all of love starts there.

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.

I like a woman who stays up late at night,
Darkness more than a simple lack of light,
And in the hour when desires ignite,
We repeat our sweet afternoon delight,
Full now we can't take even one more bite.

A grain of sand.

Has 48,000,000,000,000,000,000 atoms.

One grain.

Get high, get low,
Get up, get slow.
It really doesn't matter what you know.

We are insignificant.
We are expendable.
We are footprints in the snow.

My family was a jig saw puzzle,
And I was always the missing piece.

Always.

She: What is the worst thing you have ever done.

He: I refused to give a dollar to two starving children.

She: Were you broke.

He: Nope. Had scads. I wanted to take their picture and they asked for a dollar for the snap.

She: And you said no.

He: Yup. I was insulted. The nerve of starving children to ask for a pittance for a pic.

She: Does it plague you, this memory.

He: Ya. I think about it every couple of days. It was a cruel,arrogant, disgusting thing to do.

She: What's the second worst thing you have ever done

He: Pretended to love someone.

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?

Can we feel another's pain.

Yes of course.

It is exactly the same as yours.

Pain unites us.

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.

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.

I tried to think today and couldn't.
First time.
I sat in my chair and waited.
Nothing.

I can't believe evil has won.
But it has.

Catastrophe capitalism,
Unhinged greed,
Psychotic fear of one another,
Violence as both question and answer,
Self above all,
Love shriveled and unwound.

Last time **** went down like this,
It caused a world war.

Where do you think you will be,
When the bomb goes off.

The solid inner core of the earth
Grows by about a millimeter each year.

Wish mine did the same.

Candy canes and caramel cookies, Christmas cards confess,
Pretty paper patterns, pleasing presents to possess,
Charming chatter, church and chamber, chomp a warm cholent,
Rest and read, recharge, reseed, rethink ,reform, repent.

I like a girl who wakes me up at dawn,
Gets up half naked and puts the coffee on,
Moves me out before the day's half gone,
A working man, no time to yawn,
More pie tonight if I stand tall and strong

We were not innocent.

The desperate choke of religion,
A Jesus with our ham and cheese,
Jammed down our throats everyday,
Alliance with Satan implied and guaranteed,
If we deviated even one degree.

But then, to be honest,
We weren't that afraid.
And we were not innocent.

The offspring of war heroes,
We mimicked battles,
Received toy machine guns as gifts,
We joked endlessly with each other.
Babbled on in rushing rapid ramble,
About killing the enemy,
About nothing,
About school,
About the Maple Leafs.
About castles in the sky.


We shoplifted on a dare,
Bought cigarettes as ten year olds,
A full pack was twenty five cents,
We blew smoke rings for hours
While lying on our backs in the long grass,
Giant jumbo clouds floated by,
Our circus in the sky.

We peeked in windows, hid in bushes,
Learned about women's bodies
While she brushed her teeth,
And examined herself for lumps and bumps.
It was exciting beyond our wildest
******* fantasies.

We were young.
We were eager.
We couldn't wait to live each day.
We were boomers on the rise,
Life was meant to be exciting.

Do not spend too much time on your why.

It's your how that will make all the difference.

To understand happiness,
I sit calmly on a park bench,
And watch children play.

There is an  abundance of joy,
In their laughter and their tears.

Run away.
Run far away and do not look back.

If you do the bear will catch you.

Can we bacon wrap our mentalation,
Poke badgers with a spoon,
Marijane our neighbours,
Do a solid afternoon.

Will you hold hands orange county,
Stare jar jar binks alone.
Will you stay with me forever,
Can we slip into the zone.

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.

Stop.
Just stop.

NO

Problems are peaches, ripe and so sweet,
Not knowing is better than wrongfully weak,
Death is a hobble, love is a smile,
Kindness is caring and never hostile.

So enter stage right and burst out with song,
Say good morning, good night, we'll all get along,
Friends in high places, wink wink and nudge,
Am I gullible or guilty, you be the judge

Amidst the dawn, where sun-kissed dreams take flight,
First love emerges, tender, pure, and bright.
In youthful hearts, a melody takes hold,
A sonnet's verse, where emotions unfold.

With hesitant steps, we dance the unknown,
A waltz of feelings, beautifully grown.
In every glance, a world anew is spun,
A tale of hearts entwined, two becoming one.

Soft whispers linger in the moonlit air,
As stars bear witness to a love so rare.
The touch of hands, a gentle, sweet caress,
Ignites a flame, a passion to confess.

Oh, first love, like a sonnet finely penned,
In every beat, a timeless love, transcendent.

Fight
For peace,

Surrender,
To the confederates within.

Take up arms,
And bravely manifest the truce.

Contradict,
For clarity.

Ask,
So that you may give.

Write,
So that the whole world might read.

Lie,
And demonstrate your honesty.

Die,
In order to be born.

Laugh,
While the sweet and sour tears adorn.

Fear quietly,
Your bravery will soar,

You have one life.
And an infinite number of possibilities.

You be you. Nothing more or less will do.

Come and butter my croissant, she said.

A little dabble is just what I need, he replied.

Pinocchio is a bad, bad boy, she responded.

Damsel in damp distress, so many ghosts and goblins, he answered.

Love is asylum.
Friendship is courage.
Money is sanctuary.
Faith is dependence.
Conviction is hope.
Music is magic.

What has life taught me?

To eat my vegetables.
To kiss like I'm eating an ice cream cone.
To make others laugh.

Snort.

Wicked weather, storms all night,
Snow white world, now sun so bright.
Solstice is life's shortest day,
Winter is our chance  to play.

We punch in at birth,
And somehow we survive.

We have a few laughs,

Over the years we leak out an ocean of tears,
About 10,000 ******* more or less,
We scale a man-made mountain of moral quandary,
And never get near the top

We enjoy a clutch of near death expediences,
Like close calls, accidents and anger
Before we clock out,
And go, who knows where.

You have to laugh.

Death isn't a state of being,
Nor a moment of relief,
It's not a next step answer,
Heaven will not sanction grief.

There is a nix and nothing,
After life we fade away
No mix of yin and yang.
Save a breath and do not pray

Empty room echoes
Shadows dance on barren walls
Time stretches untouched

I know I will never be free
Of my demons and dark moons.

Oddly there is relief, perhaps comfort,
When all of hope disappears.

Things I regret:


I've been lucky.

A poem a day is not cure,
It's lollipops and green manure,
So hold your nose
And close your eyes,
The smell of cheese,
Is my surprise.

If you were standing on the side of the road,
With your thumb out,
I'd pick you up,
She said to me.

Strangers can be dangerous, I replied,
Acting all give and take.

It's never the hitchhiker that commits the crime,
She responded and batted her raquel L'Oreal mascara eyes directly at me.

I'm rowdy that you are even going my way, I retorted, nonsensically, my best poet's nose at precisely 45 degrees in the air.

We are going all the way mon petit chou, she said and slipped her hand down the front of my jeans.

Karla said my highs were more dangerous
Than my lows.
When you feel like you are king of the world,
That's when you make your worst decisions, she said.

We had ordered breakfast.
Eggs in cream scrambled,
A rack of pork ribs each,
Whiskey neat,
Coffee steaming black.