Come Together Harper Edition

The Sea

The sky is orange as Halloween,
The waves are crashing in,
Clouds, suspiciously absent, again,
As the wind begins to sing,
There's a calm to nature's fury, somehow,
As tension seems to cease,
And memories rush by rapidly,
As if I am at peace,
There's a light that flickers in the dusk,
A greeting for the night,
And though my mind is full of doubt,
Somehow, it seems all right,
There's a stormy, welcome, silence there,
Where land is met by sea,
And when the restlessness sets in,
It's where I choose to be.

Echoes

Ghostly echoes, heard, return,
As shadows of themselves,
Bouncing off the hollow walls,
As if canyon deep,
Returning half of what they were,
When first, they were expelled,
Just like a whisper in the night,
Originally yelled,
And soon they fade,
Into thin air,
Like frosty winter breath,
As if they died,
Before their birth,
So short they live till death,
And so the echo's lonely friend,
Again gives out a yell,
As if he's talking to himself,
As far as I can tell.

Dysfunctional Blues

You come from a place,
Many have been,
Where problems are hidden,
Rather than seen,
It's a place where denial,
Comforts the soul,
Taking the place,
Of what should be whole,
Where evil and good,
Are bonded as one,
In a family recipe,
Of love on the run,
And you're partial to lying,
When faced with the truth,
A tradition acquired,
Through time and youth,
So do not despair,
For you recognize now,
That destructive denial,
Cannot be allowed,
And dysfunctional blues,
Grip your soul as you sing,
Of the heartache and pain,
Your heritage brings.

Distant Presence

Your words and music,
Caress my aching mind,
I can feel the stress subside,
Your angels voice,
Brings a welcome, draining,
Tear to my eye,
And I'm grateful,
For your distant presence,
Your music,
Washing over me,
Purifies my soul,
And your gift's so sweet,
It bites my spine like fire,
So clear, there in your voice,
And I'm grateful,
For your distant presence,
Your voice,
Releases me from doubt,
With it's haunting, yearning, love,
It represents,
A pure, rare, truthful, talent,
Cascading down from above,
And I'm grateful,
For your distant presence,
Your voice,
Has enchanting innocence,
Inherently, inspiring,
So beautiful,
It heals my hurting heart,
And I hope,
You keep on singing,
Forever,
And I'm grateful,
For your distant,
Presence.

Blind Date

She was so beautiful
Or so she thought,
And he was handsome
For his size,
They met in darkness,
In the park,
In the rain,
Both shaking nervously,
They made uneasy,
Conversation,
Shared some drinks,
Kissed and fondled,
Groped and gratified,
Each other,
Compulsively, impulsively,
In momentary lust,
In ravenous hunger,
He was hung like a horse,
And hard as diamonds,
And so was she,
The blind date.

Masterpiece

 
You are ice cream  
After a tonsillectomy,  
You are gentle snow flakes  
On a hot face,  
You are sunshine  
And rainbows  
And warm drizzle,  
You, are a masterpiece,  
You are the last cookie,  
You are waves under moonlight,  
Wind in the trees,  
You are crackling campfire embers,  
On the beach,  
You are a beautiful bird,  
You are a warm bed on a cold night,  
You, are a masterpiece,  
You are a pool in the desert,  
A full course dinner,  
Strawberry cheese cake,  
Candlelight and wine,  
You are a slow dance  
To a favorite song,  
A hug and a cuddle,  
You, are a masterpiece,  
You are hot chocolate  
And marshmallows,  
And warm feet,  
You are a back scratch,  
A foot rub,  
A full body massage,  
You are laughter and smiles,  
You, are a masterpiece,  
You are the innocent giggle  
Of a sweet little girl,  
And the grip of a newborn's hand,  
You are beautiful and caring,  
Mischievous and daring,  
And I love you so much  
That I've run out of words,  
For you, my love, are a masterpiece.

As if It Matters

 



Welcome to the scene,
    The sub-culture of freaks,
    And wannabe writers,
    Tossing words back and forth,
With reckless abandon,
    As if it matters,
Welcome to the dream,
Of the immortal soul,
Dreamt by all who dare,
Approach this fantasy,
This dark void,
   As if it matters,
Welcome to the mind,
Such as it is,
Crippled by the baggage,
Of negative memories,
Collectively spewing,
What most people
   Keep to themselves.
As if it matters,
Welcome to the heart,
Wounded by pizza,
And fried chicken,
   Congested, but free
   To beat out it’s own tune,
Welcome my friends,
As if it matters.
Welcome to my humanity,
This feeble attempt
   At self expression,
Hey look at me,
I’ve got something to say, too,
You know,
As if it matters,
Welcome to these words,
I hope you wear them well,
And they surround you
Like your favorite sweater,
Yes, welcome,
As if it matters.

The Running's Over

You bury the pain,
Till it eats you up inside,
Then it comes out full force,
And there’s nowhere to hide,
And the running’s over,
You hide what you thought was dirty,
A lesson taught too late,
And you harbor guilt and shame,
Yeah, those feelings you just love to hate,
And the running’s over,
You confront the past
     And find freedom hidden in the mist

Of a thousand tears shed needlessly,

And you finally release that clenched fist,

And the running’s over,

Yes,  the running’s over,

And you’re exhausted,

But somehow, facing what you must,

Eases the hurt.

And the running’s over for good,

And there’s just no turning back. 

                              

Tangents

It's a lie, this thing called heaven
We're fodder for the bugs,
But there's twister game at seven, 
If you can cut a rug,
There's a "sin" that's worth avoiding,
And one you can't resist,
Another worth destroying, 
As if it were a cyst,
There's a nose that grows, 
As lies persist, 
And a rose that makes you sneeze, 
So watch out, you Pinocchio, 
For lying's a disease,
There's a game you play,  
Because you can, for fun,
Win or lose,
And another played within your mind,
Deciding what to choose,
There's another ship,
That's coming in,
If you can make it float,
But it might just take on water,  
So hold on to your hope,
There's a time that ticks for everyone, 
And one that ticks for you,  
And it's all your own,
The choice is yours,
Depends on what you do,
There's a space that's there, 
For you to claim,
So grab and don't let go, 
'Cause it's a place we all have been,  
And where we all must go,
There's an argument,
About nothing at all,
That's got you burning up, 
And the making up is there for you,
If you would just wake up,
There's a distance traveled,  
By all of us, Before we reach the light, 
So best of luck as you navigate,
This ocean of wrong and right,
There's a song that seems to write itself,
And poem that comes from pain, 
And a book that opens to a page,
As if it had a brain, 
There's a wisdom wanting ownership,  
Drifting on the tide,  
And it seems to be just out of reach, 
Hidden in the pride, 
There's an ignorance, 
Prevails like flies, 
On your political pile of scat
It squirms like larva on a carcass,  
Worn proudly on a hat 
There's a tear we cry in happiness, 
And one we cry in sorrow,  
One we cry for yesterdays, 
And one cried for tomorrow, 
And wisdom spreads on wind blown seed, 
So as you shoot the breeze, 
Let knowledge be the fruit you sew, 
So ignorance concedes,  
And hold your breath so you don't drown, 
In all of the despair, 
And hope to "God" that all is well,  
When you come up for air, 
In conclusion, 
There's a bunch of stuff, 
Just spinning around in space, 
And that's about it, 
That's about all, 
I'm no longer, 
In your face.

A Tear

A tear drops from my window,
Leaking from my soul,
Witness to the pain involved,
To make a mind's eye whole,
I see through foggy wetness,
A vision that is clear,
Of people caught in a quicksand,
Of  hate, love, hope, and fear,
And all the resolutions,
We've heard tell about,
Are concealed by indifference,
As money feeds our doubt,
And optimism's brother,
Is never far behind,
When playful politicians,
Play tricks with people's minds,
So if we seem sarcastic,
Or cynical, today,
It's just our love of money,
Still getting in the way,
For all the good we're doing,
Has evil lurking near,
Waiting for a weakness,
To reinforce our fear,
And as our souls are draining,
From the windows of our minds,
Be careful not to sell them,
Or they'll be hard to find.

A Message in the Madness

There's a message in the madness following me,
There's a reason for the pain in the butt,
There's a sadness in the soul inside of me,
But for the life of me, I don't know what,
There's a doubt in my mind, that's running deep,
And my head feels like concrete blocks,
There's a worry always picking it's way outside,
And I never could pull up my socks,
There's a hope, and a wish, and a dream, and a prayer,
And a will to continue the fight,
But just when the day begins again,
It seems that it's just as soon, night,
So it seems that it's never going to be,
Better or worse, but the same,
So I guess that's the way it is with life,
And I guess that's the name of the game,
There's a message in the madness inside my soul,
And a dream of things to come,
So I wait for it while I'm keeping time,
With the beat from the different drum.  

Quit

    

Quit looking,
And you will find,
What it is,
You had in mind,
Quit running,
And you'll arrive,
At a point,
You can survive,
Quit lying,
And you will see,
The simple truth,
That's shown to me,
Quit hating,
And love appears,
Suppressing all,
Of your worst fears,
Quit saying,
And you can do,
Imagine that,
It fits the shoe,
Quit pretending,
Not to be,
Capable,
Of destiny,
Quit hiding,
From what you seek,
Then you'll hear,
When others speak,
Quit quitting,
All that you start,
Use your head,
And trust your heart

Listen

Listen to the wind,  
Can you hear it cry,  
Listen to the tears,  
As they leave my eye,  
Strain, and you may hear them,  
Hit the floor,  
Listen to the reason why?  
What for?  
Listen to my words,
Laugh behind my back,  
Listen and you'll see,  
Smell and feel the facts,  
Listen, is that you,  
Or your conscience calling,  
Listen to the leaves,  
Can you hear them falling,  
Listen to these words,  
Can you hear them yet,  
I'm sure that when you do,  
You won't soon forget,  
Listen to the world,  
As it spins around,  
Listen to the pulse,  
Of the underground,  
Listen to the people,  
And their plight,  
Listen to the time,  
As you count the nights,  
Listen to my words,  
As they leave my head,  
Then look for hidden messages,  
Instead,  
Listen to your taste,  
For the sweet and sour,  
Listen for the shock,  
And it's numbing power,  
Listen to the blood,  
As it leaves your heart,
And tell me, is it life,  
Or is it art.

Just a Thought

Fresh blood stains the street again,
Another young child dies in vain,
Guns for the enemies,
Guns for the friends,
Lead poisoning money, talks,
Feel the pain of a million gone,
Never again to touch the dawn,
Eyes and ears burn and bleed,
And still no answer comes,
One gives solutions, nobody heeds,
Too many mysteries, not enough leads,
Teaching hate through thoughtless deeds,
And love stands naked at the door,
Parents give birth to an innocent child,
Potentially meek, potentially wild,
A product of what ever is filed,
In the brain of the teachers head,
Covetous, wanton, money breeds power,
Corruption follows, foul and sour,
Decisions made, eleventh hour,
Too late, too little, too bad,
Anything for money, dead end street,
Evil, love is blind, repeat,
Rise with pride, and fall in the heat,
Of passion's deadly grasp,
Early childhood, learning lessons,
Have to make a good impression,
Or all will, ends in true confessions,
Of a cause, long lost,
What we teach, is what we've tasted,
Wisdom wanted, wisdom wasted,
Our dinner is done, this turkey's basted,
Now eat your words and pray,
Who is right and who is wrong,
It's never mattered all along,
We're different and the same, in one,
So give your heart away,
We're born, we live, we love, we die,
We hate, we cheat, we steal, we lie,
We're products of a girl and guy,
And we think we're so important,
We're little packets of flesh and blood,
Good and evil, hate and love,
Top of the food chain, bottom of the barrel,
Just trying to survive,
A word of wisdom to the wise,
I think, ourselves, we should despise,
And what's become, has been before,
And always will, forever more,
For good and evil, love and hate,
Are learned, and taught, and penetrate,
The very being of the soul,
As a constant, conflicting, perpetual, black hole,
Deeds are done, words just spoken,
Promises made, and rules broken,
Minds are closed, and hard to open,
So what are we to do,
Just a thought, for I've been thinking,
I don't know why I do,
Just yours sincerely, wishing for,
A dream, that won't come true.

Futility

Another singer sings a song, 
Spreads a message,
Right or wrong,
But no one listens,
To the words he has to say,
So such a futile exercise,
Shouldn't take us by surprise,
Because the drums and the guitar,
Just came to play,
And just what can music do,
But make you hum a bar or two,
No miracle's expected,
Or been claimed,
And to expect it to be more,
Than what it is,
Is to be sure,
A misconception, 
In this mean well, message, game,
And I think this futile game, 
Will always be the same,
So don't you get your hopes up, 
For a saviour,
For a guitar is a guitar,
And a drum is just a drum,
And neither has much to do,
With our behavior,
So the messages,
Keep coming,
And the messengers keep humming,
And the drummers keep on drumming,
Out their beat, 
But if you think someone will get it,
Well you can just forget it,
For it's a given,
That what fades also repeats,
So meanwhile keep on dancing,
To the music and the beat, 
Eventually the message might get through,
That no matter what is said,
The message isn't dead, 
For the music may be all we need to do.

What is a Friend

A friend shows no malice,
A friend is not a judge,
A friend shares your space,
And also respects it,
A friend laughs with and not at,
Cries for and so with,
A friend never leaves you
Out in the cold, abandoned,
A friend is forever,
Not just a minute,
A friend is to trust,
And confide in,
A friend is very rare,
So when you find one,
Don’t fuck it up.

Free For the Asking

So the headlines are out,  
For the circle jerks now,  
As they struggle  
To dethrone the famous,  
And the T.V. remote,  
Changes channels again,  
To the Klingons,  
That circle Uranus,  
And the media chases  
The stories of lust,  
Selling papers  
On people of rank,  
As the perverts of profit  
And paparazzi,  
Laugh all the way  
To the bank,  
And so you might ask,  
What is privacy,  
As Orwellian thoughts  
Come to mind,  
And you realise now,  
That there isn't a thing,  
Telephones and computers  
Can't find,  
So the message is clear,  
1984 fear,  
In reality now comes to pass,  
And we all are for sale,  
Through electronic mail,  
A progressive pain in the ass,  
So it's free for the asking,  
In this privacy sale,  
A list, as long as your arm,  
And God only knows,  
And I'm sure time will tell,  
The final extent of the harm.

Face the Music

Write, write, write,  
And no one reads it,  
Talk, talk, talk,  
And no one hears,  
Bleed, bleed, bleed,  
And no one stops it,  
Fight, fight, fight,  
And no one cares,  
Cry, cry, cry,  
For tears are cleansing,  
Laugh, laugh, laugh,  
Because you must,  
Sleep, sleep, sleep,  
Because you're weary,  
Run, run, run,  
Away from trust,  
Eat, eat, eat,  
Because you're hungry,  
Fly, fly, fly,  
Away from pain,  
Go, go, go,  
To hell and back now,  
And tell me,  
How you feel again,  
Repeat the beat,  
And fade away now,  
No one hears a word,  
It seems,  
So shut your face,  
And face the music,  
For answers,  
Only come in dreams.

Mother Earth

Out of shape, 
Unappreciated, 
Twisted ruin of time,
You go on, regardless,
Shaking, howling,
Growing, burning, undaunted,
Abused, consumed,
Gift horse ridden hard,
Put away wet,
Too often,
Bent, tempered,
Springing back,
Over and over again,
Green and gold, renewed,
We take, we take, we take, 
And you just keep on giving,
Nurturing,
So as not to disturb the naive,
Oh great sphere of  influence, 
Presumably defenseless,
Against the ignorant,
You will have the final say,
For when supply escapes demand,
Hell is what we'll pay,
Oh Raped and pillaged battle ground,
Mother of us all,
You will have the last word,
The day the last human breaths their last breath.

EXIT STAGE LEFT

Stephen Harper is dangerous,

He wants to make us a stranger us,

I feel my stomach just turn in disgust,

The wind of change will soon blow.

Stephen Harper is power mad,

Kinda makes a lot of people sad,

Thanks Steve for all the times we've had,

It's time for you to go.

You've been a guest inside our house,

Creeped right in, this insidious mouse,

Pretty soon you took hold like a louse,

Infecting all that we know.

But now its time to kick you out,

We know your kind and what you're about,

And when you leave, careful of your snout,

It might be hanging low.

The Clique

You're outside the circle,
So you struggle like weak sperm
To penetrate,
Yet the door is locked,
Inside the circle,
The buzz of conversation,
Like the gobble of several hundred turkeys,
Irritates you,
For you wish,
You, were one of them,
You enter like an ant at a picnic,
And present your case to the jury,
Verdict, guilty,
Not one of us,
Unfamiliar, unwanted,
And somehow still, undaunted,
You try humor,
The ice breaks,
You fall in,
You're wet with acceptance,
Wallowing in warmth,
Basking in self betrayal,
Trapped within the confines
Of togetherness,
Like a pimple on prom night,
Success can't be far behind,
For now you can shun
With the best of them,
In the clique.

It's a Laugh

It's a laugh,
That brings a smile back,
A frown that brings a tear,
It's a cry,
That drains the pain away,
And love that calms the fear,  
It's a hug,
That warms a winter day,
A wink that says you know,
A nod that says, it's O.K.,
All in the care you show,  
It's an up,
And sometime downward ride,
And we all need a hand,
It isn't just how hard you fall,
It's how soft you land,  
And as the coaster hits the top,
And all you feel is fear,
You'll know that you are not alone,
From all the screams you hear,  
So when a friend's about to fall,
And is feeling down,
Remember what a laugh will do,
To relieve a frown,  
It's a laugh,
This thing, we call life,
Just stop and think a bit,
You have to laugh about it all,
Or else you'll lose your wits,  
It's a laugh,
That brings a smile back,
A frown that brings a tear,
A cry that drains the pain away,
And love, that calms the fear.

I Saw

I saw a baby's hollow eyes,
Scream the question, why?
I saw a rich man dancing,
And a grieving mother cry,
I saw a privileged few explain,
Why they got so big,
I saw a withered wanderer,
Dining on a twig,
I saw the morning come again,
And another night escape,
I saw the day we dream about,
In slumber, taking shape,
I saw an angry poet,
Spill her putrid guts,
I saw her vent her anger,
To keep from going nuts,
I saw a whining wonder boy,
Counting all his cash,
I saw him blow his brains out,
To amputate a rash,
I saw the senseless slaughter,
Of innocence condoned,
I saw complacence in the mirror,
Chewing on the bones,
I saw a helping handful caring,
For all of those in pain,
And then I saw sweet apathy,
Raise it's head again.

2011 Ballot

2011 Ballot choices.

1: Conservative. or CONVICT hiring wackos (found in contempt of parliament...disrespects the majority vote of the house which is further contempt... the same parliament they used to gain power in the first place...hello...wakey wakey) This is what's called a bull shit double standard. Can you say facebook spy 3 times fast ? You can come to our rallies if you agree with our neo-con zombie message. ya vol !

2: Liberal: A past that is tarnished... replaced by someone not involved in that past. hmm. refreshing. A party who is trying to clean up their act. Forgive? Iggies populist message not getting through.

3: NDP...Great ideas but will the wave be big enough?


4: GREEN... 1 seat.


5: Marijuana party...probably the most honest party of the bunch....lol
...but alas running on a platform that the government wants to BURN in hell. lol


Vote for Change..and do it often.... otherwise you get corruption. this is simple math.