A princess
Scraped my heart
Said she’d be gentle
Left blood on the floor
A maiden then
Came wandering forth
Flowing white linen
To sop up the hurt.
A princess
Scraped my heart
Said she’d be gentle
Left blood on the floor
A maiden then
Came wandering forth
Flowing white linen
To sop up the hurt.
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
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.
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
I think it was me
Or maybe that’s just ego
But if it was me
And, of course unintentional
Then I’m faint
And light headed
And sore with sorrow
For the injustice I have caused
I am sorry
But if not
If it’s nothing to do
With things I have done
Then tell me dear lover
What thwarts thou?