Rant News – Edition 1

Friends,

It turns out that anything posted to the internet is usually not eligible for publication.  I have a few poems that I’m going to submit places so I won’t put them here until…

… I’ve been rejected.

sniff

Not to worry, I’ll just up my creatine ante!

I did do something silly and here it is;

Twitter tube

I’m tweeting when I twitter

Because I  waddle with my feet

I google on my browser

When I want something to eat

I’m lost without my GPS

I’ve got to stay connected

My USB’s malicious

Now my hard drive is infected

I fear the nano probe

So I’m shy when I disrobe

I thought I was well wired

But I’m just a techno-phobe

My friends are all on facebook

And I just got a blog

I finally got a hit today

I think its from my dog

please add your comments if you are so inclined, I hope you enjoy my work or that it evokes.

regards

the meaning of life

Giving

Loving

Singing

Laughing

Let’s take it on the town.

Dig for it.

Deep if you have to.

It used to be easy and new and exciting and you took it for granted but one day you went from blasé to blah having no idea how to conjure up the zest one more time and you wish so sorely you could and suddenly and angrily you admonish yourself for being tricked into thinking you can’t and letting all that time slip away like moonlit tide.

Slipping with your fading strength and memory and vision, seduced into believing youth was the package, the package of health and oceans and novelty that came together in a harmony with moments that can never come again.

Well yeah.

How foolish I was.

How foolish I am.

How foolish I will be.

Had I only known.

Have I the means?

Dig for it.

Deep if you have to.

Wisdom’s over-rated.

Ignorance is bliss.

I’m not too good at either.

It’s harder now,

But much more real.

So much braver I must be

Standing before humanity

Uttering no falsehood

Claiming no victory

And pleading for courage

(Oh God give me courage)

To see it as it is

So I can dig for it

Deep if I have to

And buried somewhere on the surface

Staring me right in the face

A thousand times ignored

The light just hitting it so

That it’s sparkles and catches my eye

Treasure of a moment

Pleasure of a lifetime

Spanning my experience

And raining softly

Upon that good earth

And breathing its warm wind

Like a baby’s first breath

That stops me in my tracks

And suddenly I’m free

For singing

Laughing

Loving

Giving

Man, that’s what I call living.

Honour Killing

this i find outragous…

I think I’m going to perform this at the next Tree Poetry in ottawa, and if I’m not too hungover, at Dusty Owl.  Tree meets the first and forth tuesday of every month and Dusty Owl meets the first and third sunday, but look it up if you want to go in case I’m wrong, it happens and I wouldn’t want to dissappoint anyone

 

Honour killing

What’s up with that?

You want to kill your daughter?

You lead her down the bridal path

Alternatively slaughter.

She crossed you up

She disobeyed

To top it off

Regularly prayed

How could she be so arrogant?

I own you.

And you have your duty.

In these truths, there’s surely beauty.

After all for generations

This way’s worked the best,

Now suddenly, intuitively

You think it fails the test.

So now you’re morally inflamed

And publicly, we’re so ashamed.

How can we live this down?

We know somehow you’ve been blinded

Seduced into this bloody-minded

Way of being

Not seeing

That our way is of devotion

Supplanted now with your emotion

And thinking for yourself

As though our god intended

In his likeness, us to reason!

Abominations like this are

Tantamount to family treason.

And so you leave me without choice,

Our honour only has one voice,

As I place my hands around your neck,

Or shoot you in the back,

Or drug you before drowning,

See my eyes you see I‘m frowning,

Obviously they tell

the pain I feel in sending

my first daughter off to hell…

the missing link

in angel
and in criminal
we’re lost and found
we’re all around
we advertise subliminal
we confiscate what we feel
thinking no one understands
thinking others are like tourists
who come from other lands
clutching wallets grasping purses
hoping to escape the curses
of the downtown ragged
and unkempt
walking targets there to tempt.

I wonder if we’re more alike
than maybe we’ve been guessing
If maybe we’d let down our guard
I know, I know, that would be hard
And see how others see
Then I’d see you
And you’d see me
In a new light differently
and maybe something’s there to find
a spot from which we had been blind
we’re so delicate there you know
in that place we fear to go
but maybe, just maybe,
if we were a little brave
we see a tunnel,
not a cave,
and find us friends
and helping hands
to guide us to that brighter day
bathed in this simple blessing
where we look around and say
I wonder if we’re more alike
than maybe we’ve been guessing

Fashion Play

A bit of the past, while I fast, tied to the mast, the Siren’s call, faint at first, swells soon to a SCREAM… at last!

Fashion play

 

Caraway seeds

Get stuck in teeth

Those fragrant little chunks

The gangs of fashion

Host crimes of passion

For flagrant little punks

But the laughing man what’s up with him?

How’s it all so funny

When Abraham

Wants ham on rye

But he’s short of money

He’s given cash

Presto, in a flash

That shouldn’t seem surprising

When models light the runway

The stock is quickly rising

And the town is all a-buzz

It’s a miracle declared

With thread and satin what he does

We all stood and stared

But Melanie, can never see

Blinded by what makes her free

She so captivating

A strutting perfect specimen

Alfalfa diet regimen

hors d’ouevres of the day

never eating anything

more digestible than hay

for that would be a waste

and leave a bitter aftertaste

But the laughing man, what’s up with him?

Why’s it all so funny?

When he’s destitute outside the door

Begging us for money.

Infomercial

Saturday mornings there are lots of these;

 

Infomercial

 

Look at us all happy and fit

Our lives are perfect in every bit

Twisted and transformed

We’re specimens conformed

To the formula of success

That’s driven by excess

 

 

Smiling so ridiculous

Standing perpendiculous

On the greatest invention ever

Designed by a team of scientists

(If not enlightened, at least clever)

 

And hear the man or woman say

What can be accomplished

In just minutes a day

Look at them, lean and hard

hoisted on their own petard.

 

‘And If you act now

It is my onus

To offer up a one-time bonus

Five easy payments, turns to four

And that’s not all

There’s so much more

There’s also this full-colour booklet

About a miracle diet

Keep it as our gift to you’

(That ought to keep you quiet)

 

Soon I’m Tarzan

Soon you’re Jane

Made of steel

And without pain

Proudly down the beach you strut

Showing off your sculpted butt

Monogrammed with our initial

And yeah, we know it’s superficial…

But we will make just restitution;

And appoint you as this sector’s agent

In charge of distribution!

Dog Days of Summer

Those who know me personally know that until the end of summer, I am extremely busy at work.  As a result my urge to create suffers.

Fortunately, yet ironically, the arrival of fall signals the end of a long and rather tedious period and a rebirth of my personal energy.

Ironic, since most people are inspired by summer days, whereas my time to florish is in those darker and longer nights…

here is something I performed last year about this irony… the words are posted below;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chdWAIMIzto

Time’s at hand, my dearest friend

Eventually good things must end

Like shimmering leaves in summers day

now shriveled, brown, and blown away

asking is that all there is,

with skies so grey

so rinsed away

 of colour and of contrast

once brightly dyed but fading fast,

so very far from fashion.,

And  love in song,

A long time gone

to warmer lands its flown

leaving melody to sit alone

abandoned and forgotten.

Take heart

Take heart

A paradox lies in these downward slides

to frozen depths, they coincide,

with my delivery

 from slavery,.

Set free

For  I shine  bright

in longer nights,

When  shivering trees

Brought to their knees

lament that cold north wind.

I spread awakened poet-wings

Offered alike to fools or kings

So happy that my spirits lifted

And that the sands have finally shifted

And since my time is now at hand

This; ‘when the sun gets down’.

The ‘far south of the equator’ sound

Will make us dance, and make us laugh

Wholeheartedly and not by half

For me, I’ll be your liberator

Your seasonal affective savior

Only please, next spring return the favor.

Secret Circus

I’m with the secret circus
We’re coming into town
You’re getting everything you paid for
With no money down
Stared at from gallery
Eyeballed
And effected
This behavior is perfected
So no one can see
Just who the clown could be
And yet
This greatest show
Must still go on
Forever and tomorrow
If we can’t share but just compare
Then maybe I could borrow
A moment of your time
I ran away from home you see
Before the dawn of history
When everything was elephants
And tigers and lions
And bears riding bikes
And monkeys and ponies
Their hair gathered in spikes
With ballerinas
Suspended in the air
Defying gravity
Leaving me to gape in awe
How one so daring
Could be so fair
And the drums roll
And the crowd is hushed
The trick is never hesitate
While never feeling rushed

Cry with us, Michael Jackson

Cry with us, Michael Jackson

 

The breaking news

Eschews

Your collapse

Your relapse

Towards those final stars

I’ve glimpsed you fly…

While I try

To put it all into perspective

The affective

Though you presented your unconscious

To me

Wondering somewhere within

Your soul

To be

Tortured

Adulate

Litigate

Undulate

To rhythms manifest

By genius

And your subsequent protest

While puppeteers

Consumed your years

You wonder where your childhood went

Replaced by all those pressing fears

As like so many on the globe

Only these perpetrators

(Let’s call them what they are)

Know for sure

So move now on in death

Towards infinities last breath

Hitting, I hope that perfect note

Your moonwalk second nature rote

Your falling star

Caricature

Perpetually the immature

With talent

Easy as ABC

Warbling your do re mi

Crowd pleasing little thriller

Wayward off-course worldwide chiller

Eccentric then we equalize

The rabble, also finalize

Important this to realize

So don’t think life has just said ‘beat it’

Fate is there for us to meet it

Somewhere near and evermore I feel

The pain of masses throng

Sometimes fleeting

Sometimes long

But always in immortal song

Special Delivery (this rants…)

Special Delivery

 

I got a case of the crazies

Delivered right to my door

My honorable member

Just crossed the floor

And went from Tory

To Grit

Think of it

All that dirt, that shit

Now legit

I can’t understand

Was it planned?

The news that I peruse

I’ll never get used

To it

That’s the idea

To keep you on the edge

Don’t let go, ya blink,

too slow,

Didn’t you know?

All the funds in escrow

Buried under fable

The designer label

A Formula one

Smoking gun

The Modus popular

Just went by like doppoler

Through both hemispheres

Of my mind

Listen up cortex

Corpus callosum calls

Firing on all cylinders

Climbing up the walls

Is it real?

Or just seduction?

Induced, bombarded,

Lypo-suction of mind

Pickled rind

What we find a

Happy Halloween we’re blind

Folded picking spaghetti

Guts, head cheese never felt so strange

I can’t just stop for a moment,

Take a step back

The Almanac attack

Rivets my focus

What hocus pocus

Plague of locusts

Breaking story

Live at five and at eleven

Heaven by analysis

Inducing my paralysis

Where is the serenity

In the stream of data plenty

Count to twenty

But in never goes away

Here to stay

Like this case

My mental case

I wish I could erase

About face

Start over

Quick before the next crisis

Arises

And all hope flies

Cover my eyes

And ears

Deflate the fears

Under the covers I go

But no,

It’s never enough

We’re in tough

Washed ashore in information

Mega-nation inflammation

The medium

The message

The tedium of it all

Left-brain success

Now under duress

The Government collapse

Allowed to elapse

That MP made a motion

About a dewdrop in an ocean

Hey, seeing is believing

Intuition is perceiving

But no one’s going to buy

And I got a case of crazies

So I think I’ll throw a party

And give them out for free

That’s the funny thing, you see

Living with infinity.