Monthly Archives: May 2016

St. Pope John Paul

Pope John Paul

your hand from the window
drawn back into your prayer room

for even a nano second
let me stand inside there with you

Mary and St. Joseph

a Vatican in heaven?
beautiful as the painted drawing room of Matisse?

i’m realizing things
this traveling to an ocean side apartment

it’s not so i can travel to the extravagant
but so i can discover my own prayer room

and in this tiny bedroom i do
your hand – from heaven

for a nano second….
a lifetime of prayers are said…



what if I was to paint you a picture
where nothing of the nothing mattered
but you and me
and what if there was a ukulele playing
sunset to an ocean – not Hawaii
but somewhere just as awesome.

what if I told you all the grit and teeth you had to chew on was worth it
that in the end after another 30 years
you would be able to tell your grand children that – yeah I did that
so don’t you complain about your life
cuz grandma did this – so you can do that

what if we were to grow old together
on another planet in a different country
where the ocean waves put us to sleep
simple living with all the art we can handle
pictures of our accomplishments hidden in the pigment

don’t let the bastard’s get you down
that’s all I can say
don’t get yourself down
that’s more that I can say

know that I know that I know
so when you doubt…


what if I told you
you are my hero.

Always and Forever…..


2 SkyWay Bridges

hear it – me
sing it now
hwy 49 – sugar wine border fields
sky way no.2 – cement reminding me of steel

Lake Ontario

hear it – sky blue water sounds
hum it – humming low
following summer with no Canadian apologies

limestone cutting through

hear it – ‘i’m coming home sounds’
cutting across the farmscape now
counting King and Queen yellow dash lines – found
which side wants me – rural or city following the water locks down

Steel City or Shannonville side-road-bound


Don’t Explain It With A Title (Just keep on – Keeping on)

don’t explain it all away
leave a little for yourself
the mystery is spent learning about that one thing


i hold the number ‘one‘ up
carry it between you and me
this traveling love which we share
moments in a living room
caught under the laughing umbrella tree

don’t post it all in pics
the world doesn’t need to know
a secret to a long life is sometimes heavy and too short


i hold my hand up ‘stop
please baby please don’t stop
i won’t ever be done loving you
loving this life
and the here after waiting within


outwardly i ‘pause
look around for just a bit
silent in a prayer

and explain

‘what you give away is love
what you give away is forever trust –
give life out as a gift
so when you leave they can say’…


it’s better to be invested
interested in the meaning of the word
that way the moment is never lost

better to be interested than to be found so interesting

don’t explain it all away
rock on in the giving of your self
exploring everyday

keep a few mementos for you and me

but don’t explain it all away….


you are near
a different province
ignoring the same moon
i’m possessed by my own thoughts

‘if you were here’

we have no fear
God tells me its O.K
an angry science-man rolls their eyes
but then God Says

‘she’s going to be O.K’

and in this silence
we are here
and this trust pulls us back together
while i wait for you to call
where i can say

‘i love you – hello’


it’s misconception – sleight of hand driving
May long weekend
a Trudeau elbow missed
i want the radio man to apologize
i didn’t hear about this traffic
bring in Ruth Ellen to give the play-by-play
make more out of this traffic jam than what’s really here
in the middle i’ll find my vehicle
playing the iPod and looking over at you
waving saying

‘turn it up’

in the middle of it all
let’s catch up on the hockey scores
summer time Stanley and World Cup – who cares
listen to the blue jays – or listen to Sirius
tell me i have 8 and half innings left til home

baby we were smart this year

we stayed home
cleaned house and left the foreplay
and drama behind
we turned off the radio and we
put on the bug spray –
the dog laid in his pool and the corona was cold….

If You Want It

fire eats

you can hear it snapping bones in darkness
that slow dinner sound in the night – releasing heat

fire uncovers the soul

with a glove hand you can rub off the ash and find what’s left of yourself

fire heals

it dances with the stars and settles the night
keeping all wolves at bay

fire devours
levels the playing field and
gives you a second chance….if you allow it

if you work with it – wisely

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