I sure as hell get a lot of things wrong
With creativity and persistence it might go right
Branches breaking off in the wind, rain whipping horizontal
At times I lose it but it doesn't mean I can never win

I've lost a lot of time chasing my tail
Flipping through my billfold buying this buying that
It numbed me, shifted my focus, filled my space
I was collecting shinny things like a magpie

I tested myself over nothing, rotting meat
I didn't know my *** from my head
It's hard to clean the slate when in ignorance
When I ignore my arrogance, it becomes a sword to the throat

**** hit the fan

Bless you wherever you are
Windswept child on a shooting star
Restless Spirit depart
Still we're deep in each others heart

Some people say it's over
Now that we've spread our wings
But we know better darling
The hollow ring is only last years echo

Bless you whoever is holding her now
Be warm and kindhearted
And remember although love is estranged
Now and forever our love will remain

Tonight I'll dream of my morning joe
That sweet cream no sugar opens my eyes
I open the widow, turn on the fan and make a daily plan

My wife awakes, says 'morning joe' while sipping her tea ready-made By me.  The Night-time past, the right time to be intimate in love
Morning goes, after-noon flows, night-fall's at five.... put on repeat

Is it really
Out in space
Or a rendering
Looking to be
In a place...
I will not apologize
For the moon
Distracting me

Sometimes I feel like a canary in a coal mine and it's a concern,
Putting "fragile" on your Amazon Box will make a case for return
Holding my favorite fiddleheads while standing in the ferns
Last bullet in the chamber and it's your Russian turn
Give me my country's flag and I'll watch it burn

I call and I respond and I'm going to go on long and slow
The best part of living daily is you have some control.
Taking up peoples advice can drive you solo,
They each have to sing their song and they'll start before you know
No permission,the band's rolling me over, not going with the flow.

A fraction of the time a fraction of the now,
Give your head a shake before it begins to pound.  
The whole world is crashing he sang  "It's coming down"
Sometimes second guessing myself can be a raging hound,
If I lose my senses I'll will miss hearing all that sound.

I'm pretty cool when it comes to no dice,
Not once did I say your best won't suffice.
It's like ordering-in Pizza, do you want your slice,
No business working hard, no food for the rats and mice
If you want to crucify someone, make sure it's not the Christ.

Proof positive  people are *******
In a pandemic they covet *******

Cleaning out the stores and starting to hoard
Welcome to a bad dream bordering on the nightmare of barbarism  

People pushing people shoving
One step away from full-on looting

An airborne illness keeping its targets inside
The world is closing its doors while the windows are wide open

You cough and a crowd turns their collective heads
The vulnerable are at risk and they cheer on the culling

Along side the old railroad track
A harsh breeze keep an eagle suspended
While the wind whistles
Through the massive power lines
The Fundy water red with clay
Although I've never been
I'm sure it's comparable to
The great Muddy Mississippi
Always seems to be an osprey in the air
and gulls and geese at low tide
Feeding to the delight of hikers
Come see us someday where there is
No politics in play
Just fresh air and clean visuals
Refreshing to say the least
Like a mushroom high

Thanks-Giving to my american fiends
Go get your tofu-turkey  -you fiends

It's your time to shine
if you want to live in a world full of ****

I look around and see
so many people  with their
******* in a knot

It can be a grind if you're not into it
you don't want to starve, you don't want to die
I will not roll over in some shelter's cot

The plan hit the fan, your monies are no good
Keep poor, as our middle class become poor, much to lose
Don't trust anyone, just make sure you have a car to live in it

To my friends I say I'll bet you that I live longer than you
The problem is just how it is that I'm to collect my winnings

At my Open Casket funeral, it's in plain sight
They call it Open Casket because it's your remains to be seen

I've never had no problem giving a person his or her due
I give the respect they deserve, my respect I may just muster it up
But for most they only receive the utmost in common regard

I'm here to love this life though sometimes it's a pain in the ***
I hate when phony people and the wealthy 'ill eat' try to force
Their will on people or just plain buy them out

What is the plan? Are we too stupid to come up with one
Are we so self-absorbed to do more than just talk about some scheme, some ill conceived plan that makes sense to maybe a two year old

I don't ask for much, just don't lie to me, much less than try to force feed me a lot of *******. You know people are full of it when in conversation they ask you more than just one time 'How you doing'

They're fishing for some juicy gossip to spread just like a venereal
disease, a ****** cold sore that stays with you for life

Yes, yes, to be sure, evil does exist and it down right kills
Tell me please, why isn't it the cream that rises to the top
How come it's the dross, the slop that makes the piggy's come

I'd rather crawl my way towards the top. Filling this world with creation. I don't want to spend all my time ******* on the Government's **** just to feed and house myself
The Poor's they call us, how arrogant, how disgusting

Life may be at times strange but I'd have it no-other-way
And with that, all the best, I bid you have a good-day

I would be so sweet if it weren't so bitter
I could really move if it didn't stand so still
It's going to take a lot of water, maybe a river
It'll take a lot of love flowing through until I have my fill

Sometimes love's fire lifts is up
It burns so bright as we fill our cup
We touch so soft and slow beside the ancient well
It feels so good to be in love's spell
So we try to hold tight but love takes wings
And sometimes in our pain we do hurtful things

Love's strong suit held close to the chest
It says that you have it made, your hand is the best
So you can go big or you can stay home
You can hold your horses or you can hold the phone
In the end, and you know that it's true
You're going to slide right in, there is nothing you can do

When you can't find love
Hidden hard in heart-red shades and blue-grey shadow
I feels like you don't remember how to live
You stumble around and forget your place
You wring your hands and you knit a face
You try and pretend it doesn't matter, that's what you'll do
who are you trying to kid now, who's fooling who

It was Wednesday four times last month,
my feet are on the world my hands are in the sky... "The sheep spends its live fearing being eaten by the wolf only to be slaughtered by the shepherd". What a way to die.

I miss the crowds hanging around the busker at the liquor store, the musician  pounding out a rhythm, the crowd moving and shaking, the air fills with vibrations.
I roll up my sleeves to humbly dig in the dirt, for music claims my life's blood.
  
Forget about the grief and the losing hand we are holding, even with a royal Flush the house will always win.

Hi, sorry but I forgot your name, I'm the neighbour that lives above you. Could you please stop yelling at your wife...   this isn't the 50's anymore.

Why do you say "jumping jesus christ" do you think he was hopping around Nazareth handing out fishes and loaves  like  some bloodless Easter bunny.

Always, my heart is in my hand, it just slipped off my sleeve, my love strokes it while it lay in my palms.
My mother died in pain but peace, on her deathbed she always felt better when I read to her her favorite psalms.

Work toward your **** goals
While they continue to move the Goalposts

Next, endless Emergency Powers
So they continue to keep you subservient

Don't be fooled by the hand that they hold
Fuckn insanity, your soul has been sold

intoxicating
liberating
oscillating
vacillating
never negating
not degradating  
only relating
fully inflating
intoxicating
liberating
oscillating
vacillating
stretching out
folding in
inebriating


end

I was twenty
when a ball hit the tip of my pinky.

The doc put a thin piece of metal in it,
an attempt to straighten.

Every bang on it
hurts me today.
Reminding me
winter's here,
and the metal
gets o so cold.

I said to my wife
after she crushed her foot,
and in surgery
they put in bolts and screws
telling her it can be removed
once it heals.

Now she vacillates.

If I can be
so bold
I say
remove it.

Don't put anything
in your body
you can't
**** out.

My marriage
Was like my scotch
It was on the rocks.

Lasting only three years
Feeling like
Three hundred.

I felt broken
For a while
Being torn asunder.

Close to feeling drowned,
Quickly going under

It took some time...
Being by myself.

It took forgiving,
Putting anger on the shelf

It was hard seeing my boy
So little back then.

Every time we saw each other
he'd say daddy when is the next time, when?

The hole, the rabbit hole
down we go with Alice
we go mad, mad we go
down the hole with Alice

If you are going to ride my ***
you could at least pull my hair.

She was pushing 55 when the bumper sticker
caught my eye. She was at the controls of a disturbed
yellow Datson with Nova Scotia plates when the bumper sticker found my sight.

A combination of rust and bright yellow
sliced down the top, one wide strip of black,
heal to toe with tinted windows to boot.

1970,s Northern Canada, now a defunct country, hundreds of kids
thumbin' from east to west and from west to east.

I shared an Impala with two young ladies from Ontario
and the driver was as friendly as hell, as well as being deaf.

The Datson's bumper sticker now a distant memory...

Today there are not many hitch-hickers, there are some being unemployed, a few ex-cons and some dyed-in-the-wool Hobo's... homeward bound.
Plus those harboring severe drug and alcohol problems. You could say it is no longer safe.

My traveling days are over
I left them 30  years ago in the dust.

I really thought I had seen the end of those days
30 years in my past. Today when I leave New Scotland, it's not long before I return home. I always miss the ocean.

The Atlantic is my choice, The Pacific smells like dank wood, what, with all those firs and the logging industry.
Give me a campfire on a sandy eastern beach.

I'll wash sea-salt off my skin afore I jump into the sheets at days end. My skin being golden brown from the affects from a close enough star.

The polyester I wore in the seventies was itchy,
the equivalent of one of those hair shirts the religious
fanatics wear after rubbing it in a bunch of sharply pointed twigs.
The seventies were good times  and carried a bright future.
Introduced by hippies to a **** that opened my senses.
Some trouble began when at sixteen, while taking a trip with a friend
on some powerful LSD we began to get very high and the hallucinations started to freak my friend into a major bad trip.
There was nothing I could do and I was scared too. That night we stayed in a tent  and used candles for light, all the shadows  and the candle wax  melting looked like giant bugs crawling, while the flickering on the sides of the  darkened tent  felt so sinister
Things were never the same for my friend, I mean he lost a part of his mind. He could still function but was never the same.
I on the other hand lived hard and fast for years. I did most of the drugs that I came across never giving it much thought. Just moving forward, integrating experience. Not thinking of death but not of life either.

The polyester I wore in the seventies was itchy,
the equivalent of one of those hair shirts the religious
fanatics wear after rubbing it in a bunch of sharply pointed twigs.

The seventies were good times  and carried a bright future.
Introduced by hippies to a **** that opened my senses.
Some trouble began when at sixteen, while taking a trip with a friend, on some powerful LSD we began to get very high and the hallucinations started to freak my friend into a major bad trip.

There was nothing I could do and I was scared too. That night we stayed in a tent  and used candles for light, all the shadows  and the candle wax  melting looked like giant bugs crawling, while the flickering on the sides of the  darkened tent  felt so sinister.

Things were never the same for my friend, I mean he lost a part of his mind. He could still function but was never the same.

I on the other hand lived hard and fast for years. I did most of the drugs that I came across never giving it much thought. Just moving forward, integrating experience. Not thinking of death but not of life either.

All those people in their social circles
Trying like mad to think outside of the box

I'm just in my kitchen learning how to make *****  
You can't beat alcohol to wash your hands

Political pundits  punching at my brain
Can I get a witness to this world gone insane

If  you're able to walk your block take it if you can
A clear mind needs a fresh and clean body

Be willing to give up your silver and gold, your money's no good
I'm sure an empires fall has never been graceful

Row row your boat sung to the young
Grooming one to think outside the box
Poets, thinkers and philosophers hinting of the universal hologram
The matrix living in a computer program
A mind **** leaving the branding tool in the flame too long
Populations of mentally ill produce a 'glitch', the tear
In its software, a movement away from, not toward

How can you say you love God and God loves you
When you're afraid of every small bump in a road
Do you feel he failed you?  

Every corner is planned and you believe you are god
No wonder you fear, Fear God and be free  baby
We all are small babies, we all play god,  we all do.

ever have an itch you  can't scratch
hen's teeth
rare


ba-bye

If the Earth really was dying
and we took every microcosm,
every spore, every seed, every insect, reptile, animal.

Then we transported all to an
inhabitable planet far, far away.
Transplanting the old to the new.

Would it become second nature?

I want to love you
Like there is no tomorrow
I want to give it my all
And never experience any sorrow

I want to take your hand and kiss your lips
Lead you to the promised land
While waiting for off spring
With both hands on my hips

I sometimes wonder do you feel the same
I'd like to ask you are you playing a game
Is it my *** you want though it's nothing to write home about
Or is it your *** you want to flaunt leaving no way out

We could blast of into the stars
You being Venus me being Mars
Hold up a mirror and peer past our reflection
And make love all night without any protection

I think that I have loved you
Since I was a kid
But wait a minute now
Let's not and say we did

Here in this bar, this place could use a Pharmacy sign.
Nobody trusts no one as far as you could throw a person.

All there is to do is be careful,
since I've last the niche for 'taking care'.
And it's right to convey, when all is said and done,
once more, once again, self-conscience-ness
of the worst kind will visit.

What a drag to be eating the crow after having prepared the pie.
No news could be the best news, but now no news is just another lonely feeling that eats at my unstable soul... that links to
and with my delusional mind.

Good-bye to all of this... this bar is here, and so am I.
Or really? Too much of a 'good' thing makes for some
sinister side effects.  It isn't just one cause, one affect
So I will reminiscence with my own-self, wondering why
intensity is so attractive and alluring.

How do I love someone with a slow-burn and will I ever learn.

end

Keith's China moon
Were-with-all takes the slate
Light bleeds through a crack in the curtains
Another one bites the dust
Wake me so we can have coffee
Don't ever leave me don't go too soon
When we get a break  cast those aspersions
We'll never know why we fussed
I guess it was the Universe's bait
A world under construction
One last look-me-in-the-eye

I'll take a handful
and then suffer the consequences.
When will I learn, will I ever stop.
Will I lay my nasty habits down,
or are these just now be my permanent vices.

These days when the
young indulge in drug use
they have to deal with Chinese manipulation,
manipulation of chemicals that can cause death.
How do you like them apples.

Death is something we all face,
or if we don't get cheated of the chance to face it we do.
At least dying of an overdose affords you the opportunity
to have an open casket funeral and you know what they call
an open casket funeral, well, remains to be seen.

separate the
wheat from the chaff
there will be no secret hidden

the old will collapse
the old into the new
and still we will die

She was a west coast girl,
an artist and a beauty

She pulled up stakes
and headed east.

Didn't stop until
she could smell the Atlantic.

The vibe she emanated
was one of love and joy.

But there were other vibes in the air this Halloween night.

She took a ride to a party in the sticks,
someone from her apartment complex.

Found half-naked on the side of a dirt road,
it sounds like a horror film and I wish it was.

Things will never return to normal for her family.
Every Halloween, a sick memory, an awful chill.

I asked her what she wanted and she said I want to die
But it was just that she didn't want to face life the way it is

Life for her was full of pain, physical and mental
life was hell on earth and the only thing that was stopping her ending things was she didn't know if it would bring peace and she didn't know if there was peace in nothingness
that was all that was stopping her

I said it's not that you want to face life it is that you don't want to face life.
Your father killed himself and it hurt you all your life
and now you have a young son and you know that the rest of his life it will hurt him.

You don't want to die, you don't want to face life.

When I said I was not willing to live in that hell with her
she told me I wasn't being supportive
I told her hell was her state of mind and it could be changed
She again said I wasn't being supportive

Large deer problem
In our little town
Thy dart out into traffic
And at times you can see
The fear in their eyes
They are eating human food
Left out by town-folk
It's getting so bad
The town decided they'd
Put up signs
They addressed the signage
To the deer warning them
Not to eat human food
Long story short
The deer are livid and have taken
To spraying the signs with graffiti

I can't recall I don't know why
I can't recall is it ours or mine
Training fingers vibrations linger
but I can't recall  can scarce remember
Placing them there because they're mine
Various vibrations linger


But I can't recall and I don't know why
It's in the past and to me that's fine
Yet again friends breaking bread
Ten stretched out fingers
All those hard times between us and
I can't recall, for the life of me, I can't recall

My wife asks, "Are you drunk?"
I can't tell because your texts look like you're
Fumbling with a cell phone while riding southbound down the Memorial Highway towards the city.
                            
I am at the massive sculpture of an escaped zoo elephant
               That they proudly claim is a Mastodon.

Why believe what I say when I tell you I'm caught-up in the
Whirl-wind like many, not paying much heed of what they have
Spouted to-day.

Don't **** yourself just yet,     I zinc we will be okay.
I work towards forgiveness     and         will never forget just how
Much of a slave I've really been.   They have opened my third eye To my folly of mind. Back and forth the pendulum will sway.
Some tail-spin on full display.

Omicron blue,  something new, what's a population to do, is it as Strong as a flu or does it stick to the bones like glue.
Country upon country calling.        Old guards falling. The rich Fight so you must not take up your right.  If  so, what be next.

Was I ever free, always buying, always replacing. Always with the shoddy feelings holding out a fleeting Possibility. Waiting like the vexed to turn the corner. The vexed who text, the children who will become the mourners.

I will never be free under-the-gun, I will never be free under the Sun. I will never be free lest we are one. Let's begin, I claim it Begun. I wait on tables, I wait on doors. I wait on you. I wait on
Midnight snores. Another morn will come, it can't be the last one.

I dream I wake, I live I fake. I hold my own while my wife is out of town. I shovel the bad when no good's to be found. A new day, a better way, I dream I wake, I wake, I dream of texting on a tricycle.

A full moon passing through the night sky
Isn't what it seems, it's not the way it goes
It's the rotation of the Earth that causes the illusion
Known by most but thought of by few

I like to drive
I love my car
And how it handles
I'm not so disturbed
Should a shopping cart
Leave a dent in my door
Hell, I collect fenderbenders
I wear them proud
Like medals won in war

The illusion of freedom
Driving brings is a poor substitute
For the real deal but it's better than nothing
I'll ride the pedal 'till the tank runs dry
Fill-up then hit the road again
Soon, or soon enough, the rising cost of gas
Will have me confined to my hometown

You call it a cul de sac
when it's just a dead end

You live a life
that's hard to get rid of

It's like a cold sore
that you can't cover up

I guess you'll have to just
blow your kisses into the wind

I have a Doctors appointment by phone for November 15th....
.....I don't think this prostate exam is going to bring the joy I was hoping for.

I paid my dues for today
I heard the news of the day
They always have plenty to say
Canadian broadcasting is on corporate welfare
While they tell you that the poor are a strain on the Government
Their main objective is to give you a scare
In the Heart o hearts I pray for discernment
To them it's a matter of divide and conquer. I won't play
The game of consumerism is laid bare. I won't pay
A change must come for the better. Know who stands in the way

There are those
people that think
they have you pegged.

They will try and finish
your sentences for you
and even be right sometimes.

Those readers of minds
they put themselves ahead of you
always assuming all the while.

In parts of the world
where someone asks you over for dinner
It is to the cannibals, very literal.

A decree is sent out to the countryside
to look for such mind readers
for the mind readers are the cannibal's delicacy

The sign on  the variety store said FREE COMIC BOOKS....
I never new they were enslaved

My wife was happy to find an older style laptop, she came home Excitedly saying it's a Dell, it's a Dell


I said, I heard she lost weight.

The man said nothing is real

While making a sweeping gesture with his right hand
It's a simulation he says, all of it, nothing is real

I remember as a kid singing row row your boat
Reminding me to be happy because life is a dream

Again the man states while gesturing, nothing is real
Strawberry Fields, nothing is real, nothing to get hung up about

The Hindu call it Maya, all an illusion, nothing is real

Science gods working toward virtual reality
Where we can't tell simulation from life, nothing is real

Alcoholism
is like bed wetting

You can grow out of it but
you have to stop ******* the bed