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Posted: 5/11/2008 9:03:19 AM | First posted in fingerpainting...
It’s April in May
Much like any other day
The grass coated in a downy layer
Of cool moisture
Licked on
Haphazardly
By springs reluctance to shed her clothes
I forget how to breathe or
Taste the blossoms on my tongue
I’m caught in a wasteland of defunct rhetoric
Can’t seem to shake the lethargy
As the garage door glides open each morning
And I step out into the sunlight
Instead of saying, “good morning world” in anticipation
I’m dragging my compliance off to work
Wishing for the weekend
Languishing in the thought
That the world might turn into a gigantic space ship
Of bursting energy
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Posted: 5/11/2008 9:04:46 AM | You speak of spring and yet I see only sad faces
Meandering down the street
Lost tired beings whose eyes are still closed tightly
As if not yet born
The tulips are in full bloom and daffodils drooping
I have not captured that magic elixir derived
From warm breezes and bumblebee contemplation
Hurry up spring and find me
I have been so lost in the confusion
Of everyone else’s catastrophes
The little girl wants to dance
And put on her finest clothes
Dawn a saucy hat and wander through a field of daisies
I wonder if I’m too late for the trilliums.
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Posted: 5/11/2008 9:05:55 AM | Chasing the wolves away
Camping in the woods with two teenage girls
Separate tents nestled in the trees
Darkness settles in as the dampness
Flows across the warm earth
Tickling the nose with a fecund incense
Giggles flowing through the night sounds
Calling to every red blooded Canadian boy in the campground
Like bees to honey they approach
The girls lighting up their tent with a shining beacon
When up he jumps from the warmth of his sleeping bag
Time to be a daddy to these innocent creatures
And in his deepest voice he clears his throat and says…
Move on boys they are only 15
Little did the boys know that this fearless man
Was dressed in nothing but his birthday suit
Not prepared to chase them off of his territory
What a funny sight that would be
That was only the beginning
Now they are 17 and ready to fly solo.
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Posted: 5/11/2008 9:07:15 AM | The devil made us do it
Past midnight and we get the call
Come and get me or I’ll walk home alone
Through quiet streets
Abandoned within the cool night air
Is it karma or pure satire?
As we chose her car
For the rescue mission
Blaring Madonna on the radio
She hops in the back seat
Begs for the radio to be turned off
And wonders how we ended up
Driving her SUV
Fate I guess and a little bit of the
Devil made us do it
Her tank was on full
And she is paying the price for
Our interruption from solitude
A parents prerogative I guess.
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Posted: 5/11/2008 9:08:31 AM | Mother's Day
From the beginning of time
A mother I wanted to be
A tribute to the woman who gave me life
Her caring love dawns in timeless memories
And food for thought
She took me down paths of simplicity
To see the world in colour
And beyond the darkness
Three generations now
We have walked together
Felt joy and anguish
Through tears and laughter
And although her journey has come full circle
I step into her shoes with respect
A little awkwardly I assume the role
Following her footsteps as they tiptoe gently through my life
A blessing of her tenacious love and courage. | |
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Posted: 5/11/2008 9:09:53 AM | Well at least I tried...
I apologize for taking my bad week out on you
It wasn’t fair to hurt an innocent person
Who did nothing wrong but love with exuberance
Everyone is different in this world
Some of us quieter and not as demonstrative
But we need all kinds on this planet to fill it with love
I am sorry I was down and feeling sad inside
Life was piling up around me and my world crashed
I became intolerant where there was no need
I didn’t mean to hurt a sister who did nothing wrong to me
We all show our feelings in different ways
Make mistakes and regret it | |
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Posted: 5/11/2008 9:11:21 AM | (Inspired by one of Om's poems)
Silence in the city of yesterday's child
The light crests on the dying embers of a dream
People are walking blindly down long corridors
Of misplaced time
Past churches that have run out
Of charity
The trees are older now
Some how I missed my way inside
The hum of the city
As it twists and curls
As smoke from silent lips
And on a street corner I stop
Feeling the pulse of the neon lights
Escaping past midnight
Into the illusions of yesterday. | |
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Posted: 5/11/2008 9:13:25 AM | Happy Mother's Day my dear ~R~....
<div class="quote">A little awkwardly I assume the role
Following her footsteps as they tiptoe gently through my life
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Posted: 5/11/2008 9:21:24 AM |  Happy Mothers Day Autumn!
Enjoy your day in your own special way!
Hope it brings you a smile
maybe something sweet !
Wrap it up into your memory book
Hold it forever ;
Keep it close to your heart! | |
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Posted: 5/11/2008 5:46:47 PM | | Thank you mmmmmy and I hope your Mother's Day is everything you wish. Thanks Truth it means a lot. | |
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Posted: 5/13/2008 8:53:41 PM | Planting Time
Green fertile Hosta
Living. breathing
I watched as he scooped up the earth
It flowed through his fingers, fine morsels
Covering the young roots
With his passion for nature and her charms
In reverence he greeted each and every tiny earth worm
As if they were friends from another age, another time
The little boy working the ground with his father
One a small child, light in stature, the other a big man
Together they joined in their daydream
Father and son
Sifting stones and clay, dividing stories
With gentle hands
Familiar hands that have touched me
Breathed life into a tangible miracle
Respect for the mother and her bountiful gifts
Respect for the body and all its intricate offerings
He has sifted his mind into mine
And we drifted into the sunset
Lapping up the wormy smell into the glory of life. | |
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Posted: 5/14/2008 9:47:51 PM | So Much Confusion
The young men who are escorting my daughters to the prom
Better be prepared for the visions they are going to be met with
One will soar into the night in pink taffeta
With sparkling rainbows of enchantment
Sewn into the bodice
Tier upon tier of a peachy pink flowing skirts that will
Swish as all ladies do as the dress sweeps
Dripping dew drops upon the garden floor
Silver heals shimmering on dancing feet
A corsage of roses delicate and innocent
This belle will knock em dead as soon as she arrives
In the limo and puts one leg out onto the driveway
Dark haunting eyes look out in wonder at the splendor
Her curious mind will appreciate the meaning of the occasion
May her dreams come true at this the last dance of high school
Her sister will be stunning in her winter white chiffon
Marilyn Munro concoction
Dainty petals falling down a slim fitting dress
Pure class
Silver shoes with sparkling gems
Lithe and graceful she will glide into the room
As Cinderella at the ball
Hair dark and swept up with a single flower
The highlights will dazzle the eye of any guy
Who asks her to dance but beware?
This one demands attention and is rarely kept waiting
And me in a soft delicate lacy skirt and top from Italy
A hint of blush in the hue and a smile as big as my heart
To witness these babies who I have watched
Growing and learning and falling on their derrieres a time or two
This is their fairytale – as my mother would say their coming out cotillion
Suites and ties and tux with polished shoes
They do clean up well from the baggy jeans and hockey sweaters
Grandmother ready to be everyone’s grandmother will watch in awe
To see her twins reach this point in their lives
One of the things she wanted to live for
And if her spirit stays strong she just may see them all wed
With babes of their own some day
The father’s two will be there wondering where the beer is
In their shirts and ties and a bit of awkwardness
Generic daddy with a new date
A first time meeting with our family
Since wife number two passed away
I’m looking forward to meeting her and wish in my slightly wickedly bad little ways
That I could fill her in on what it’s like to live with that man
And my gentle sweetheart stays calm and content
Watching over his girls with pride and a little fear
That he has suddenly become a father at 54
And now he will have boys to contend with. | |
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Posted: 5/15/2008 6:12:09 AM | Lady of the dawn
When she walks into a room you feel her presence
It is hard to put a finger on exactly what it is
But the aura she carries transcends the abstract
Her eyes are love - warm and inviting
Vulnerable yet strong
She is the beauty of our planet
Devoid of prejudice
Her hug takes away the melancholy
Filling it instead with sage and sweet grass
The empty spaces glow with her gifts
Birds suddenly appear
As if to greet the keeper of the dawn
A visitor that is always welcome
When fate decides it’s time
To bring laughter home once more.
Bringing it home | |
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Posted: 5/15/2008 6:13:00 AM | Westward Bound
Paradise along the mountain pass
Wild flowers covering the sparse terrain
In the shadow of the great protector
The rugged daggers of stone
Sculpted into timeless warriors
Beside the jutting land
The ocean of cool waters and plentiful salmon
Starfish those tiny mysteries of nature
Blue, blue windows to the soul
May your trip guide you together
To the pulse of discovery
Meeting old friends and family
Sharing space with poets from
The far reaches of our great country
They are about to be known
As the weavers of life
Spreading wisdom and insight greets them with a hug
On a bed of happiness
The waters of love
And the guitar humming
Over the rocky mountains.
(Bringing it home from Ravin's) | |
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Posted: 5/16/2008 10:24:05 PM | Oh to be young again and filled with such energy
time slows things down perhaps to make you stop
and enjoy all the beauty in life
our spirits soar through our children
as we watch them grow and evolve
finding their way through uncharted waters
but even as we age our lives keep changing
as butterflies we emerge from our cocoons
oh to be young again. | |
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Posted: 5/16/2008 10:57:53 PM | The walls crumble turning to ash
Spider webs spiral against the fire drenched sky
The ground seems hollow in its quest
For the right path
We turn our face up to greet the wind
And as it has been told
The eyes search for that thin blue line on the horizon
The crossing of the mind to become
An invisible entity unto itself
Freeing the thoughts into intangible feelings
Of all that we are
The entirety of all desire
To fall to our knees and plead
With the universe
The hand that guides in the storm
The footprints unseen upon the sand
Slow down
Take a chance
Sow your seeds amongst the rubble of myriad stars
The trees speak still with their dominance
They breathe our mistakes, our lethargy
A little child emerges from the truth
Her eyes the blue orbs of tomorrow
She seems wiser than before
Life has taken away her innocence
And still she believes in mankind’s magic bag of tricks.
(bringing it home from Old Souls) | |
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Posted: 5/18/2008 11:26:35 PM | It seemed to happen
All at once
The sky took on a new meaning
It wasn’t cylindrical
Or bilinear
It opened up
Daring me to slip inside
Swim with the birds, the butterflies
My body disappeared
And yet my mind grew
In proportion with the vast emptiness
Of a growing need
To be set free
I thought it was a trick of the eye
An undisturbed dream
A premonition that some how I had changed
The universe through some transitory thought
I don’t need to leave the ground to fly
Everyone had a theory as they usually do
And they chanted from below
You can’t swim with birds
Who says I can’t - I wanted to whisper back to their minds
Who says you can’t either?
Everything is a possibility
Pick up a book and read
It’s all there
Coded and hidden in the secret room
The attic to be exact
A place where treasures lay unopened
The heart, the soul, the mind. | |
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Posted: 5/19/2008 5:23:55 AM | ^^^NOW that was a glimpse into my rainbow
Of earth I see and you wanted to be
Join me in this dance
Some call it romance
I don't need you nor you need me
It's just us asking for a surprise
Angels on your way sister of mine xxx | |
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Posted: 5/19/2008 1:05:56 PM | Autumn, I really enjoyed 2117, it reminded me of the Talking Heads song "And She Was"....though I'm chuckling at the mental image of you floating through the air without your dress, David and the girls goggling astounded....
"This is about an acid trip. According to David Byrne, it was written about a girl he knew who used to take LSD in a field next to the Yoo-Hoo drink factory".... (thanks, Monica - New Orleans, LA) Songfacts
And She Was
And she was lying in the grass,
And she could hear the highway breathing,
And she could see a nearby factory,
She's making sure she is not dreaming,
See the lights of a neighbor's house,
Now she's starting to rise,
Take a minute to concentrate,
And she opens up her eyes.
The world was moving she was right there with it,
And she was,
The world was moving she was floating above it,
And she was, and she was.
And she was drifting through the backyard,
And she was taking off her dress,
And she was moving very slowly,
Rising up above the earth,
Moving into the universe,
Drifting this way and that,
Not touching the ground at all,
Up above the yard.
The world was moving she was right there with it,
And she was,
The world was moving she was floating above it,
And she was, and she was.
She was glad about it... no doubt about it,
She isn't sure about where she's gone,
No time to think about what to tell them,
No time to think about what she's done,
And she was.
And she was looking at herself,
And things were looking like a movie,
She had a pleasant elevation,
She's moving out in all directions.
The world was moving she was right there with it,
And she was,
The world was moving she was floating above it,
And she was.
Joining the world of missing persons,
And she was,
Missing enough to feel alright,
And she was...
And she was... (Repeat until end) | |
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Posted: 5/19/2008 9:33:22 PM | I feel like the party has been started in here with two of my favorite soul sisters leaving excellent bedtime reads for me tonight. Hugs for both of you.
An Internet Connection
You had a magic touch to your approach
Almost from the beginning you jumped
Head first into my mind
You also knew that I was not one of your dalliances
As one night in July you stopped the flirting and shared with me an epiphany
An old tale told from the soul
There was nothing between you and the universe it seemed
Your bed a groove in the soft grasses of a prairie night
An old white church desperately in need of paint
Rose in the distance with nothing to frame it but sky and trees
And the stars bent down to tell you one at a time
That you were where you should be
Outside in a sleeping bag
In the middle of know where
Finding yourself
I drifted in and out of your carefully spoken images
I was not afraid as you wove this wonderful tale around me
As if you placed a cloak on my bare shoulders
To protect me from life
You knew I was sensitive and vulnerable
It didn’t take a crystal ball to tell you I was into you
But we took it slow
To my comfort zone
I didn’t know really what to make of your strange diverse life
You were no longer that young man in those pictures
Long brown hair but always big shoulders
Strong and savvy in the world unknown to me
We went on as before until one night I asked you to play
Truth or dare
It caught you off guard to know
I wasn’t as prim and proper as you thought
As my pictures revealed the child inside who was hiding
Waiting for something to open up the closed shutters
We learnt a mitt full of deep dark secrets
A game of honesty no question unanswered
I think we grew together that night on the computer
Understood that our minds worked well together
And that laughter came easy
We finally did get together on a warm September eve
Mid September when the harvest moon hung low on the horizon
Two strangers meeting down by the lake
Sitting on a log staring out where the water touches land
I don’t remember if I kissed you first
But I do know you kept saying no a great deal
But your eyes said yes
Every inch the gentleman trying to not scare this lady off
You always remind me of Huckleberry Fin
On an adventure to find me
A moonchild who soon became an Autumn Fantasy. | |
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Posted: 5/21/2008 8:21:07 PM | On these rare moments where peace floods in
And if I close my eyes I could be sitting
On a lily pad floating in the sunshine
Listening to the sounds of water encompassing whole scope
It fills me with such profound feelings of love
And awareness of just how beautiful life is
No beginning, no ending, just being
This moment without sadness or scratching thoughts
Agendas or direction I can float unencumbered
By the artificial and just be me
A faceless, bodiless being
Here in this space filled with my molecules
Energy, light
My body limp and thoughts set free
I cannot escape enough times into this dream like trance
But if I could by choice
I could find that wonderful balance of ageless, timeless
Just a spirit of all the happiness lightly dancing on the wind. | |
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Posted: 5/21/2008 8:23:10 PM | If you let your mind go
And fill your pockets
With any unnecessary trivia
And let that wonderful tool of
Sensitivity
Be a transmitter
Not a reflector
You can harness the positive flow
Of energy
Surrounding your body with pure light
Not of angels or philosophers
Or something created for the frightened
But a camera processing images
Rapidly inside the inner cycle
Of your consciousness
Let your feelings soar
High beyond the universal curtain
We are transitory beings
Our journey eclipses
From one moment to the next
Sometimes we cannot see
The whole picture of our lives
Treasure the peaceful solitude
And the spirit is truly home.
(bringing it home from om's) | |
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Posted: 5/21/2008 8:25:27 PM | Love - a heart filled with compassion and yearning
To fulfill life’s destiny
To take hold of the reigns and ride the waves
Into the unknown
With a smile on your face
And the grace of a butterfly in celestial flight
You will succeed and no distance is a barrier to true love
Gather your babies up and walk into the rising mist
Hold on to the tenderness of that first tender kiss
You will succeed
Your new life is waiting, waiting
for you to unwrap all the dreams
once buried deep within your soul.
(Bringing it home from Wabbit's) | |
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Posted: 5/25/2008 9:59:33 PM | Walking along the shores of a lost lagoon
Ducks and little creatures bathe inside
It’s not exactly a lagoon
But I say it with sincere desire
In absence of sanity
Tiny flies weave patterns in the dying light
Threads of gossamer flickers in the absence of space
My cocoon
The one I have chosen especially for this pensive ebbing of my soul
If only I could fly
Fuelling my mind on tiered clouds
Wind swept sandy dune
Painted with ridges
And the oracle of changes
The setting sun
How sweetly it bids adieu
A satiated lover
Sinking lower beneath the pines
Heavy laden with fruits of no regret
And in that last whispers of light
Scarlet in hue
The night becomes forever young. | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 5:56:49 PM | Toronto
Queen and Spadina sounds eloquent
To the untrained ear
Where the action lies and the cars are near
Now the beaches a little gentler on the eyes
A boardwalk beside the waters edge
People not cars moving in a relaxed trance
To the warmth of nature’s disguise
If I wandered the city looking for that special place
Where I fit into the grooves
And basked in the simplicity
Windows filled with paintings
Guitars strumming to the tune of passerby’s
Street sellers peddling their wares
Yorkville in its time
A melody all its own making
Peasant skirts and lace
Coffee at the River Boat
Leather sandals touching the ground
On their way to a lackadaisical reverie
An unchained melody of youth.
(bringing it home from om's) | |
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