October

15 Five and three an overlay of triplets runs striking the world with sound five four time in fifteen strokes three and two again again they dance, they run, they pound the air Feet and drum An instrument is near at hand piano keys or gong. Doesn't matter which at all Sound and fury driving out Soulsong spilled cries out wild and free Primal noise We call it art and understand the reason makes no sense That striking stick and skin of goat touched the face of all that is and in our cave has made us gods

Multiamory Some people have a cat. Some people have a dog. Someone I know has none at all. I have a friend who has none of her own, but visits her friend's. and takes anyone's for walks. Some people have a bunch of dogs. And some have a couple cats. Some people have both even And there's weirdos who keep rats. Sometimes my friends come pet my dog and I don't mind at all Because sometimes I play with theirs Some cats don't really like a soul Some rub on whatever they see Have you ever had a cat and dog and loved them differently? And someone asks your favourite. And you stare blankly My grumpy cat who's shy and sweet My dog who really loves to eat The friendly pooch I've known for years And the other dog's I've scritched their ears. They all belong, important parts of what makes life so damned good.

What happens when you see me weak? What happens when I fail? What happens when the dragon shuffles? What happens when you touch his scales? I know a dragon rests inside me, and with spells I give it sleep. And although it flags and drains me a watch on him I'll always keep. Does it scare you that he's hungry? In the dark and dying light? Does it scare you that the binding Might not last another night? With chant and chains and loving words I hold the beast at bay. And feel the warming of the sun, We live another day.

Anxiety Opportunistic predator, its teeth are sharp it waits for me to let down my guard. It likes to take me when I'm scared and wrap me in its clutches. I seem afraid of all I see. The world of death and foolish men leaves me angry and on fire. I'm afraid of what may come to be a future hopeless and ruined by idiots. Anxiety preys on powerlessness And a country I defended well sells arms to evil men. I am powerless to stop it. Controlled by sugar, agri, pharmacorp my life seems void of choice. Anxiety digs its claws a little deeper. It feels so soft and safe and warm and like it gives me power when I raise my voice to gain control. Panic, Anger, and withdrawl seem a just response to the stupid foolish rich who burn the world for gold. The lizard brain, the will to kill the part of me that's stupid. Anxiety's just a damned beast. It claws my neck and licks my hands it tries to keep my focus. And when I turn ...

Her towel has lobsters Mine has got stripes. How wonderful life is with different types

A child should always grow up free to travel, But know they've always got a place called home. To grow up with the boys who become good men To see the world and truly fall in love And every boy and girl should know it's fleeting And each moment life is sweet but cannot last. We work within the confines of our culture but do not need to let it kill our soul - There's limits to the colours on the canvas but there's still so much to paint and much to draw. I wish you pause and stop and stare with wonder at the world, in the moment, where you are Sun shines on the beach and the woods Even when we're gone there is life that glows There is so much more than I can see with my eyes So much more I'll never understand. But I just hope my children always feel it And feel the joy of living each day where they stand. And every boy and girl should know it's fleeting And each moment life is sweet but cannot last.

Watching the world fall apart from the back of my canoe. I'd let the sea kill me before any of you. Donald Trump and his party,  Russia, Brexit and drones, I know I am safest when I'm all alone. With the cougars and bears I know them by name, but rich men in groups are hardly as tame. So if travelling you seek me Go look for the fish There you will find me with all that I wish.

1.      Gently the waves rock      Sun hides its face, skies are grey      The angler smiles wide 2.      Heat, Salt and Sea Foam      Bikinis and trunks are fine      Sand gets in them all 3.      Page of notes that rings      Music from the player's hand      was silent til them 4.      Friends who live afar      fill me with nostalgia.      see who we became. 5.       Home alone again      Still too far - three days away      then bliss, contentment. 6.      Food fried in hot oil      To become fluffy and light      is bad for my waist     7.      Netflix shows are good      But sometimes they end too soon      Like Marco Polo ...

Fishes are wishes we make into dishes.

The highway to hell is paved with intention. and compromised things too shameful to mention Took what we wanted and then smashed with bricks the wings of the broken like dreams on the styx. The moment we seek for the future or past And tie down the present bound, gagged, and fast, Honestly trying to just make things right We believe it's okay to snuff someone's light. Ideals and values important to all, are so easy to rally a war with a call. We stand bathed in blood to stop one another And forget to become the child of our mother. And as I wept, still holding that knife, I remembered the horror of ending that life. Told it would matter and I'd save the day I staggered and crumbled right where the dead lay. I know to be righteous and safe has its cost That country and culture ought not be lost But the bright boy inside me who watches them die Can't carry the sword without tears in his eye. The fall from greatness swirls like a top Each line one...

Oh Riggoletto, Don't you want to bet-o No need to sweat-o Here's what you'll get-o      The words of a gamblin' man rang in my ear Calling attention, entreating me near.      He watched as we gathered to his pitchman's song The action was coming, it wouldn't be long.      A large bag of gold he held t'ward the roof The crowd was awakened, not one aloof.      Shoulder to shoulder the fat and the thin were eagerly listen'ing over the din.      I figured I'd wait and see how this goes when an old hand at betting scratched at his nose      and took up the offer to challenge a game then threw down his poke to the man with no name      The man he was startled, I couldn't see why But the newcomer's call had drained spark from his eye.      He stood there and pondered his moustache a-twiching But greed overcame him and his palms were itching...

Little peppers red and green Sometimes burn like things unseen. Crisp and fresh and full of heat Wond'rous paired with any meat. Truly best on chicken wings. How I love the little things.

He lingers fingers on hips then lips. The awful wait  an awful state. Leaning in they dream of sin. A hesitant electric fire resonant with their desire. Face to face with their embrace and hunger thrilled it must be killed; the little death of aching breath for one body, heart and will. Yet the longing sweeter still.

Short. Too short. Too short. Too short I'd like to write a little poem But time keeps ticking on A moment's rest could stop it all But still I have to sleep. And so the words grow silent now. Not another peep.

Digital manipulations of emotion and mind Thoughts coming fast, no time to be kind We fight with each other on matters of pride and forget to remember those who have died a moment, a pixel is all that we've got and we all die regardless if the world gets too hot I've no time to silence those who destroy as I run this short course and fill it with joy What could I teach you, and what could we learn? We don't get what we wish for, we get what we earn. Whatever we do it carries the weight the future created from choices this date.