Another Sad Poem Or Song

Writing poems
Thinking of dreams
Remembering bad times
& now another sad song
I put it on repeat
I put it on repeat
I put it on repeat
Another sad song
Oh Steve Earle
He really knows how to hook you
Verse
Chorus
Verse
Etc.

How many angels
Tried to save this little devil?
& then years down the road
He looks back
What a journey
Not the one intended
But what a fantastic journey
Blood & guts everywhere

There is no news
There is just the blues
& another sad song
Why me?
Why couldn't it be someone else?

Day turns to night
Night turns to day
Brew a pot of coffee
Sometimes wondering what it'd be like
To get back into whiskey
To get back even further into misery

I never should have laid my guitar down
I should never have picked it up again
& the same goes for the quill
I go spiralling down into morbidness
With the view of a seagull
In the eye of a tornado
There goes Dorthy
& the Wicked Witch of the West
I have no rubby red slippers
Just some worn out sandals & boots
I'd walk across the desert
Naked & without sun block under the blistering sun
Just to share a cup of tea with you
Jesus Christ how this crucifies me
Now being so helpless & hapless
But you know what
Atleast I still have a pulse
& that makes me wonder
How many ways have you died spiritually
I know I been buried atleast a dozens times
Maybe more (definitely more)
I've lost count & sometimes just don't care
Life can be cruel
& yes.... you've proved it once more
Anyhow it's kinda' wierd how happiness & sadness
Sometimes go hand in hand
& so the seasons go round & round
On & on, blah, blah, blah
I'm not an old dog
Nor a young one
But I've learned some new tricks
& of course some old ones
Gymnastics & ice skating showed me them
& so here I will defy gravity
& float above & beyond
This sad little poem & song
& will revel in the fact
I've travelled some more unfamilliar ground
Life can sometimes be like a blank piece of paper
You can fill it up with what you want
Just make sure it doesn't get burned
Or too wet & soggy
Otherwise you can't read
What's been spelled out

I miss you dearly
My old friend

Time, Distance, & Technology

We were once good friends
We used to meet at the Unicorn
I'd play guitar at the jam
You'd be in the audience

Then you had to go back home
You gave me your address
I wrote you letters & sent you poems
Then one day silence

Now time, distance & technology has caught up
The only question is
Do you still want to recieve my poems, & songs
& when I go on vaction could we possibly meet?

I'm sure there is a nice cozy pub
Somewhere in Israel
If not & you come back to Canada
There are several here

Oh my how time has flown
I've had my share of adventures
You've had your share
It'd be so nice just to sit & talk with you once more

Time, distance, & technology
What a wonderful thing

First Post In A Long Time

God time flies by. A few years seem like a few months. Anyhow I have crammed a lot of poetry into my brain recently & sooner or later there will be another eruption of poems. Also I might pick up the guitar again & bang out some more tunes. The reason behind my delay in a lot of things is that I have gotten into videogaming big time again, & Facebook. It's freaking amazing. I was around when Pong came out & now am playing Far Cry 2 which is nothing less than astounding. If you are familliar with both you know what I am talking about. If you play Far Cry 2 feel free to e-mail me & I'll send you a deathmatch map I made if you want. Okay & then there's Facebook, a place to easily waste a lot of time basically doing next to nothing.

Artistically I have been busy with Most Vocal as the co-ordinator, a mantle that is kinda' funky to wear. I get to meet some of Canada's best poets, put together shows, & other duties. Back when I was with Single Onion I was just the poster boy. It wasn't a glamorous job but an essential one. Now, I make the posters, & yes I still stick them up. Single Onion was a great place to watch & learn.

Um what else? In my quest to understand Bukowski better I visited a massage parlour & got a massage & a whole lot more. Omg! I'm not sure if I caught something but to be on the safe side I will go to an STD clinic & get my junk checked out.

I could babble on more, there's a lot to say, it's been ages since I made a post. If by chance you are in Lethbridge on Monday November 17th you might want to head to the Round Street Cafe at 7:15 pm and catch Most Vocal's show Featuring Stuart Ross with myself, Blaine Greenwood, & Richard Stevenson opening up for him.

Yay, it's May

If you are in Lethbridge on the 21st there is an open mike for Most Vocal at the Round Street Cafe. This is one of the prettier posters I have made.

Not a lot is going on with me right now, but that's okay.

Springtime in Alberta

First there was snow, then hot weather, now it's back to snow, & then later on it will be back to hot weather. Springtime in Alberta is always kooky, but nice.

Anyhow not a lot is going on right now for me. I have been appointed Director for a group of poets called Most Vocal which operates here in Lethbridge. The challenge I face now is to keep the group going & growing. Lately at the open mikes & events with featured readers from the Canada Council the turn out has been rather low. I can't figure out exactly why, perhaps Lethbridge has grown tired of poetry, or maybe I just need to change things up a bit & how that will be done is anybody's guess. There are a lot of choices I could make & I'm not sure how the older members of the group will react. For those of you who know my background in the arts you have an idea of what I am capable of, & those that don't will sooner or later find out. Anyways that's it for now. I was going to write a poem, but I just don't feel inspired.

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I did the math
Western astrology & chinese
It won't work
What can I say?
Nothing really
Except laugh
Yes that's what you get
For wishful thinking
A dirt pie
M-m-m-m-m-m

On another note
I've been idling too long
Gotta' do something soon
This time of grace
Won't last forever
Where will I go?
What will I do?
When it's over

The list of options has narrowed
Damn my mother
Had she not been so stubborn
I wouldn't be in this predicament
I'd have gone to university
& more than likely become a teacher

She thinks taking treaty money is wrong
I say why the hell not?
The government has fucked us up the ass
So why not take what little has been offered

Jean Keeps Me Sane

I have cabin fever
Want to aimlessly roam
Jean keeps me sane
We go to movies, dinner
& new to us, bowling

We have bowled before
With a bunch of friends
But never just she & I
It should be fun
Jean keeps me sane

Tonight we spoke of astrology briefly
She is Pices
I am Scorpio
Supposedly the perfect match
Jean keeps me sane

We don't have a bucket list
Cuz we aren't terminally ill
But we are starting to make a list
There might be a road trip or skydiving
Jean keeps me sane

I could go on writing some more
But what else is there to say really?
Jean keeps me sane
Jean makes me feel safe
That's something new to me