Monday, February 09, 2009

Simcoe

Simcoe, a town of

Low budget tattoo parlours
High steeples and
elderly woman owning many
knick-knacks and several cats.
Of rusty basketball nets
hanging from neglected toolsheds.
Of tenagers pushing strollers
and children chasing rainbows.

Eminating from the whole solution
the reality of it all.

Droplets of sweat following
a dusk soccer match.
Second hand smoke rising
from a stoners roach.
Tears flowing in joy
after an altar call.

Half hearted thrills,
the ferris wheel
and the christmas lights.

Muscle burning drills,
the eastside hill
a class trip to backus mill.

The downtown endless drone
The grey cloudy sky,
The definite place called home.
yet soon time to bid goodbye.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Oh Come on! Pull yourself together man!

My frivolous Life is torn,
my prideful mane is shorn.
This room of friends makes me so alone,
inside.
I know! i'm the cripple boy,
the one who really believed he had a chance,
a chence to fit in, then they all decided to play ball.
Well there I am half heartedly smug watching,
the thing fly by.
Just a guitar, missing more than one string.
Oh, I know, I hit the right chords.
ya I made sure of that, just my timing is so sad.
Surprisingly there is a way to God who loves
a person like me, something lovely like that
childhood blankey yellow and plaid.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Dischord

Find the running track mark, shoot the dream:
Into your warm blood stream-
Doesn't stop your heart-keeps it going.

All of these hard drugs are only placebos
in this misery of mine.

Love started this dischord
Peace is only in photographs
Hope is an Ill child.

When I pause this self imposed genocide
(or run short on cash)
I'll wake with a clear pounding head
and take a peek beyond the next fix.

Love, may slow this world down.
Peace, can be tangible
Hope a covered prescription.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Rest

I sit here thinking and waiting
watching and praying.
I feel uniinspired, my head so tired.
I can't act, all my actions manafest in succumbing.
I allow the cold waves to wash over me.
Just bask in the Glory of the one who came to save it all.

When I feel useless and cast aside,
I know who is by my side.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Truth

In the early days of our Love
My spirit flew on the white wings of a dove.

You tell me lies;
as I look straight into your eyes,
and you stare straight back into mine.