Sun Struck (day 68)

The sun has arrived
And here I am stuck
Alone in my house
Hankies surround

It’s ok for me now
For tomorrow will come
And I’ll be looking
To silence the sound

So I sit here in peace
Making my thoughts
Probably more like
Cursing this cough

Time (day 64)

Sun, ever alluding
Peeks its shining head out
From behind the yonder clouds
While the wind
High above in rigor glory
Blows it’s destruction

Shade brings sun brings shade
Brings leaves
Time brings dusk
Time brings dawn
Loosen your grip
Just let it slip

This Too Shall Pass (day 46)

A hurt from such a rift causes my soul to bleed; bandages cannot repress
Social anxiety, misgivings, and confusion; poor mans shoes
Die with your holy preacher man pointing fingers at the victimized
We are all to blame, says she, but you shall suffer
Rote killed the carpenter, rote riddled the masses
Smite kept the homeless alive fighting keystones and matchbooks
Desire put your holiday panicking over dark and fuming holes
But your money bought you pain that your doctor couldn’t heal

This has shaped your soul into puppets you cannot identify
Sleepless in your figure, shapeless while you work
Amongst your goblets and amulets
Hurt by your call to society you’ve never represented

A Poet Does Wander (day 37)

Confused wouldn’t explain anything
It would just deepen the roots of distaste
Idling in the same spot
Ingesting the poisonous fumes

Like birds that fly dizzily
Into oncoming traffic; stuck
Swishing from side to side in an unbalanced act
Turned around by the speeding vortex

With time the falling leaf
Stuck in the same surrender, lands
And all around, like a mothers hug
Settling exists within

Belligerrence (day 27)

Your horrific display
Of blood and glass
Disturbs my soul
Like never before

The gas that came
Cars you turned
Fights you started
Shirts you ripped
Police you cursed
Stores you looted
Fires you ignited
Vegetation you killed
Fans you threatened
Windows you smashed
Team you hazed
Fun you ruined
City you destroyed
Disgrace you activated
Disgust you instilled
Crime you committed

Shame you should now live with
For the rest of your life
One nights actions
Shall tarnish your name

~I have written this in the aftermath of the riots that I witnessed and photographed in Vancouver after the Canucks lost to the Boston Bruins in game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals.

Belief (day 8)

There’s times when all’s seeming far
When the sky is nowhere near
The future of forgotten years

There’s a lady without a memory
She spoke her mind to me
Never left me when I’s in need

Them’s was times it’s all I’d need
That caring hand
Come wash me away with sand

And then, in a saddened day of love
She got whisked away that day
Into another’s arms of stone

For me I was left here, left here all alone
Without a second soul
That would never let me go

So then, as I walked away that day
I was left to sit at bay
Wondering, though curious of all my ways

Could you ever listen again
Without your judging hand
And forever on your mind