Behold the Faux Gold, Behold the Storm

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Flash the light, unravel the cord
Soul searching tonight
Can you see the bird
Soaring high
Does it hold your soul
Connect with the God
In holy sights
Behold the faux gold
Rain the tears of the high and mighty
Transparent drops down earths way with thunder
Drain the blue out of the sky
The holy grail of mothers outrage
The scream, the storm
The aftermath, her earthly glow
A rainbow

In the Light of Moon Lake

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Oh depression you caught up,
Cloaked in your own special way snug in the fast paced days of July,
The rain distorted my broken thoughts,
Allured by the dark sky and the surrounding trees by Moon Lake and all its beauty
My sleeping partner cannot breach my sad state of mind
Depression,  you silently caught up like an oncoming cold in the past couple weeks
Epiphanies came rolling in like clouds in the lapse of the night
Suppressed memories exhumed themselves in the quiet of the hollow tent
Intrusive emotions ravaged soft moments,
Inhibiting the truest of feelings and words that could have been shared
Instead anger took over
And words came out stuttered, stifled, or sometimes nothing could be said at all
Premonition has lingered
And now to deal with the new responsibilities
Cigarettes roused my lost touch of creativity while slowly smoldering my healthy lungs
When the dawn had come I awoke to feeling in a self-deprecated state,
The day sped by fast in the deep depths of dark thinking
That moon, how it arose too soon
The long hours of self-hatred had ran its course
A reminder that the day was over, and night had come for its shift
And I was to sleep, arise with strength in hopes for a fresh sense of mind
Diving into this pit of nothingness to a place of lost finds

Spring Dreams

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Silver Fox, PEI

Hard pressed against the bench, my hands clutched around my hips
The kiss of dirt it brushed my lips and my bare skin a target to the spring winds
The minutes flew by
Banal thoughts of the evening that lies ahead
Existential dread
The mallards coupled awaiting for the sun to shine
For their chicks to hatch to flourish and grow at the speed of the garden weeds
My eyes a witness to the budding of the trees
The dancing crows strutted across the pond
Sleek black feathers, beady eyes, and all
Turtle took a slow crawl hauling the weight of the water and the world
And in the western lands you stood at bay and watched the ducks
The spread out city contrasted with the tall timber trees

Okanagan breeze

You plant life shovel in hand,
While lumber and concrete creates the urban city streets
Squirrels run down the power lines, rabbits nosh on the tall green grass
Raccoons they thrash their heads through rotting trash munching on their forbidden snacks
A crisp air shared from east to west we took our breaths in solidarity
And in the prairies, the dull green horizon does not wait for you
The flowers blossom and summer expectations are met by the closing of spring
And here I sit thoughts alive and full of you
Bedazzled like a sunflower turned towards the sun
Rejoiced by Daydreaming till the moon pushes through
Goodnight, good day, to the forest, and to you

Dissonance and Low Tide

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It took hold,
Fast and furious
Vintage cars,
Pink, purple, blue, and red
Ripped down the road
You stood further in proximity
This body a sad case of lost curiosity
And the Caribbean wind whipped away at my fragile state
The voices hollered, drums drummed, the chimes rung through the narrow streets
The dogs they weaselled through the slow paced legs
And the clouded moonlit sky deceived my sudden dread
Voiced my dreams and let them float away
Adrift with the dying hope of reciprocity
I watched my I love you never come back to me
Hands aimlessly grasping for the reluctant grip and those space eyes to take me in
They tend to be incompatible with your mind drifting somewhere in time
Solemn for the journey, in for the trip,
Unrequited confessions lay flat on the Malecon
To be shattered by the waves that crash with the low tide

 

Transcontinental Surfing

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A wide eyed night at the Toronto Airport 

And they came through the door,
Diverging, merging, transcontinental surfing
Some excited, others daunted by what is or was to come
The airport a platform of imploding emotions
Turbulence and high strung expectations
A tear, a tired eye
An anxious child, an exhausted adult
Loving couple, lonely traveller
Temporary faces, quick ending gazes

Office Dreams

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It’s all ruckus!
Pull it together,
Unscrew the hinges of the rubbish cubicle
Cut the silly cords
Rip out the telephone,
Throw out the manual
Drink the dirty water, piss out the retained information
Stain the table
Tear up your work sheets
Go home, count the sheep,
Fall to sleep,
And that is how you rid the dread
And instead tomorrow you can reset your head

Waves and Ruts

A wall, a rut, curse of the brain
Trapped in the window seat, clutching to the escape
Eyes soothed by the rolling clouds,
And when they close, muddied thoughts take the reign
Drained of the noise, the howling souls go away
5 wide breaths and a nose full of dampened air
Fallen into deep sleep, caressed by the fabrics of the airplane chair
1000 ft. above beloved Poseidon and his blue tidal waves
And my body it falls into revolt to rude awakening
The plane it touched the ground
And so did my reality

Midwinter Feeling

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These are the deserted streets,
Your eyes rest upon the synchronicity of the rolling traffic lights
Green, yellow, red
Sentimental dreaming glory of the quiet empty neighborhoods
The ground frozen, well coated with snow
And the rancid breath of the manhole becomes apparent in the twilight zone
When the sun falls below the earth, a chilly breeze races through the backlane,
Down the river banks
Wind chill
The chimney blows extra bellows of smoke to make up midwinter blow
The hour too far forward for spring to come
And the night is much too long for the morning to arrive
And when the sun rises the sky how it is deceiving
Clear blue, ice cold. and conniving
It bites the skin
Without doubt or care
Whiplashing the passer-by’s into true summer dreaming
And the people they bottom out into a sad state of grimace
And the cold the skin it takes a beating
Cold snap
Midwinter naps
Seasonal feelings