November 29th ... holy shit! It's almost Christmas again!
Went to have more Xrays of my neck taken yesterday. Hope the news is good, in other words no surgery required. I know, I can hear you now! "Surgery? Neck? I didn't even know is what you're saying...I didn't even know there was a problem with his neck!? WTF...?" Well, guess what? He didn't even know himself.
Imagine my shock when I found out I had problems. I can't be more specific at the moment for several reasons one which is that I don't know the results yet. I am concerned and scared though. I am very anxious to get back to work. It's been long enough in my mind and I need to get active soon or my best friend 'arthritis' will have its way with me...
I miss my parents already, and they are only just about to leave now...it's 02:40 and I'm sitting at the computer again...I couldn't sleep so here I am, you're stuck with me. We had a really nice family get together last weekend where Donna, my sister showed up with her family including Melissa who brought her husband Kevin. We all came, Sean came with us as Sheri, his girlfriend had to work. However, Rachel came with her boyfriend Adrian which was nice. It was a great time and everyone had a ball.
Yesterday, after we took care of some business, Colette and I took a drive up and dropped in on Mom and Dad. I wanted to see them one more time before the go south to Mexico for the winter. Although they have been doing this for quite a few years now, every year I find it more and more difficult to have them so far away. I may not see them as often when they are here at home in Canada but the security of knowing they are only a short drive away is reassuring. For some reason this year found me in tears as we drove home. I guess maybe it's part of aging, perhaps it's because they are aging, but whatever the reason is it's getting stronger within me as I get older. I love my Mom and Dad very much and I am guilty as I'm sure we all are, of not telling them or expressing that to them often enough. But the past few years we have all shared in some very close lost loved ones and I think that definitely plays a part in making family bonds stronger. I feel as though I'm the parent when I say I just want them to have fun that's all and be safe...don't do anything stupid, don't listen to or talk to strangers and don't invest in any real estate...hahaha
So, Mom, Dad, if you're listening, I love you, and read the last sentence again.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Play
If I had a gun
I’d throw it away
I’d pick up my guitar instead
And play
I’d play for peace
I’d play for fun
I’d play my guitar
But not a gun
Noise, noise, noise
I hear
I hear noise everywhere
And in both ears
The noise of cars driving by
Of planes soaring way up high
The sounds of kids playing in the park
The sound of a gun
A shot in the dark
Kids should be kids
And kids should have fun
Boys chasing girls
On the run
Kids need to learn to respect
One another
Not how to clean, load
Or shoot a gun
In the yard it stood
Where they used to play
I tore it down
Just the other day
It was a fort
A clubhouse
And so much more
Two windows
And our old screen door
The games they played were all in fun
But in today’s games the fun is done
The game’s called war
Take all their guns away
Lead by example
Show them what other things
They can play
Take all their guns
And throw them away
Pick up a guitar and play
Play for peace
Play for fun
Play for any reason
And with anyone
Just don’t play war
Or play with a gun
I’d throw it away
I’d pick up my guitar instead
And play
I’d play for peace
I’d play for fun
I’d play my guitar
But not a gun
Noise, noise, noise
I hear
I hear noise everywhere
And in both ears
The noise of cars driving by
Of planes soaring way up high
The sounds of kids playing in the park
The sound of a gun
A shot in the dark
Kids should be kids
And kids should have fun
Boys chasing girls
On the run
Kids need to learn to respect
One another
Not how to clean, load
Or shoot a gun
In the yard it stood
Where they used to play
I tore it down
Just the other day
It was a fort
A clubhouse
And so much more
Two windows
And our old screen door
The games they played were all in fun
But in today’s games the fun is done
The game’s called war
Take all their guns away
Lead by example
Show them what other things
They can play
Take all their guns
And throw them away
Pick up a guitar and play
Play for peace
Play for fun
Play for any reason
And with anyone
Just don’t play war
Or play with a gun
Downtown Fear
A gun is bought
A boy is taught
A boy is shot
With a gun that was bought
Why?
I can understand the attraction to guns or weapons what I don't understand is their use. The crimes that we hear of are so serious and most of the time include the use of firearms. Whatever happen to peace, love and understanding, listening, paying attention instead of paying respects? We need to stop and sit down together to try and come to terms with what we have in common and work towards correcting our wrongs and making our differences work for us. Sure it's easy to sit and write about it but it can be just as easy to get up and get together to talk about what we are writing. It's simple, we all try hard to get the things we want and need and right now we all need each other. Put down the guns and knives and what have you and chill, Relax and see what we can come up with to replace the guns with? Perhaps a pen or a paintbrush to show how we feel, a microphone to sing or say what we think, or a camera to shoot pictures to show what we see...there are so many better ways to show who you and what you are, where you're going, what you're doing with out using a gun. Peace, love and understanding be the rule of the day. Let the senseless killing stop. Pray for wars to end. Let children be children again.
A boy is taught
A boy is shot
With a gun that was bought
Why?
I can understand the attraction to guns or weapons what I don't understand is their use. The crimes that we hear of are so serious and most of the time include the use of firearms. Whatever happen to peace, love and understanding, listening, paying attention instead of paying respects? We need to stop and sit down together to try and come to terms with what we have in common and work towards correcting our wrongs and making our differences work for us. Sure it's easy to sit and write about it but it can be just as easy to get up and get together to talk about what we are writing. It's simple, we all try hard to get the things we want and need and right now we all need each other. Put down the guns and knives and what have you and chill, Relax and see what we can come up with to replace the guns with? Perhaps a pen or a paintbrush to show how we feel, a microphone to sing or say what we think, or a camera to shoot pictures to show what we see...there are so many better ways to show who you and what you are, where you're going, what you're doing with out using a gun. Peace, love and understanding be the rule of the day. Let the senseless killing stop. Pray for wars to end. Let children be children again.
The Faceless
No shoes, no clothes, no food to eat
Men, women, children begging in the street
Look in their faces, look at their tears
Oppression’s the equation for the pain they’ve felt for years
Picking garbage and living in shantytowns
Is not their preferred way of life
It’s what they have to do to survive another day
Through poverty, famine and the stench of their stife
With pains of hunger in their bellies each day
And their ears to the ground while they listen and pray
Hoping that off in the distance, the machines will go away
But the earth starts to shake as the rumble draws near
They grab what they can and scramble with fear
A cloud of dust appears up ahead
Behind it lies calm, quiet, dead
Their house are crushed, made of cardboard and wood
They’re left with nothing, they grabbed what they could
Some stand in the distance, crying, watching in shock
As the soldiers count the bodies, as if taking stock of
all the hopes and dreams that were never had
and with each body counted the soldiers seem glad
then the troops move out as quickly as they’d come
The little shantytown is no more and the faceless are on the run
The smell of death is everywhere
But no one else seems to care
Life rolls backward into this bad dream
And as death beckons in the new dawn
The faceless are no longer seen.
Men, women, children begging in the street
Look in their faces, look at their tears
Oppression’s the equation for the pain they’ve felt for years
Picking garbage and living in shantytowns
Is not their preferred way of life
It’s what they have to do to survive another day
Through poverty, famine and the stench of their stife
With pains of hunger in their bellies each day
And their ears to the ground while they listen and pray
Hoping that off in the distance, the machines will go away
But the earth starts to shake as the rumble draws near
They grab what they can and scramble with fear
A cloud of dust appears up ahead
Behind it lies calm, quiet, dead
Their house are crushed, made of cardboard and wood
They’re left with nothing, they grabbed what they could
Some stand in the distance, crying, watching in shock
As the soldiers count the bodies, as if taking stock of
all the hopes and dreams that were never had
and with each body counted the soldiers seem glad
then the troops move out as quickly as they’d come
The little shantytown is no more and the faceless are on the run
The smell of death is everywhere
But no one else seems to care
Life rolls backward into this bad dream
And as death beckons in the new dawn
The faceless are no longer seen.
The days are ticking by and still not even one reader or follower...
I must be doing something wrong...breathing perhaps?
Hahaha...taking up space?
Whether or not
If I should die today
Shout out one last hooray
don’t shed a tear for me
The pain is gone
My soul is free
But, if I should not die today
That too would be okay
Because after all the pain
I still have you
And your love to gain.
Kinda sums it up don't it? Well I think it does, sometimes pain is worth it for what you stand to gain.
I must be doing something wrong...breathing perhaps?
Hahaha...taking up space?
Whether or not
If I should die today
Shout out one last hooray
don’t shed a tear for me
The pain is gone
My soul is free
But, if I should not die today
That too would be okay
Because after all the pain
I still have you
And your love to gain.
Kinda sums it up don't it? Well I think it does, sometimes pain is worth it for what you stand to gain.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
I'd have no life,
If it weren't for my wife
She steers me straight
Be it forward or reverse
She's the one who turns
The one who turned me
Into who I am
I can't refute it
Or dispute it
The simple truth is
All that's good in me
All that's righteous
Respectful and cautious
All that is good in me
Is now up to and because of
My wife
To this point I have been good
But far too often less than I could
And or should
It's not that I don't know better
I learn pretty fast
And I'm no bed wetter
I was taught by the best
I was taught not to quit
Yet often I did
I was to be nice and to care
Not only what others think
But what they feel
Yet I've hurt so many
To many to count
I was told to have conscience
And I do
It eats away at me
Every single day
I have learned that
For everything you do
There's a price to pay
And sometimes
Pay and pay
I've never killed anyone
Although I probably could
I've never maimed anyone
Killing would be easier
I know that I've hurt someone
And they know who they are
If I could take back all the hurt
Take back all the pain
Take it all back
Start over again
Not in this lifetime
That's' why we have pain
First my Mom
Then Oma
And now my wife
The most influential
Where the sense of reason
The sense of fair play
And honesty came from
My emotions at times rush in
And from all directions
I feel what people feel
I feel pain and suffering
I feel anger and embarrassment
I feel pleasure and deceit
I pay for sin
Put you hand out
Reach deep within
Pull out what you can
Keep it for yourself
From me
It's all I have to give
For now...
If it weren't for my wife
She steers me straight
Be it forward or reverse
She's the one who turns
The one who turned me
Into who I am
I can't refute it
Or dispute it
The simple truth is
All that's good in me
All that's righteous
Respectful and cautious
All that is good in me
Is now up to and because of
My wife
To this point I have been good
But far too often less than I could
And or should
It's not that I don't know better
I learn pretty fast
And I'm no bed wetter
I was taught by the best
I was taught not to quit
Yet often I did
I was to be nice and to care
Not only what others think
But what they feel
Yet I've hurt so many
To many to count
I was told to have conscience
And I do
It eats away at me
Every single day
I have learned that
For everything you do
There's a price to pay
And sometimes
Pay and pay
I've never killed anyone
Although I probably could
I've never maimed anyone
Killing would be easier
I know that I've hurt someone
And they know who they are
If I could take back all the hurt
Take back all the pain
Take it all back
Start over again
Not in this lifetime
That's' why we have pain
First my Mom
Then Oma
And now my wife
The most influential
Where the sense of reason
The sense of fair play
And honesty came from
My emotions at times rush in
And from all directions
I feel what people feel
I feel pain and suffering
I feel anger and embarrassment
I feel pleasure and deceit
I pay for sin
Put you hand out
Reach deep within
Pull out what you can
Keep it for yourself
From me
It's all I have to give
For now...
A letter to me
Wrote myself a letter today
Hope I get it soon
Told myself all about you
The things you say
And the things you do
Sure hope the postage is right
I don’t send many letters you see
But the return address is my own
So it’ll come right back to me
I told myself how lucky I am
To have met a woman like you
It really doesn’t matter where we are
Or the things we do
I’ll take what I can get
It all feels right with you
I wrote myself a letter today
I wonder when I’ll get it
I’ll have to wait and see
I don’t get many letters you see
And I’ve never gotten one from me
I wrote with words of wisdom
And words that are kind
I hope that when I open it
Those are the words I will find
The letter that was written
The letter that was sent
The letter full of words and thoughts
All of which I meant
Today I wrote a letter
And sent it off to me
I wonder when I get it
What reaction I’ll get from me
When I read the words I wrote
In the letter I wrote to me
Hope I get it soon
Told myself all about you
The things you say
And the things you do
Sure hope the postage is right
I don’t send many letters you see
But the return address is my own
So it’ll come right back to me
I told myself how lucky I am
To have met a woman like you
It really doesn’t matter where we are
Or the things we do
I’ll take what I can get
It all feels right with you
I wrote myself a letter today
I wonder when I’ll get it
I’ll have to wait and see
I don’t get many letters you see
And I’ve never gotten one from me
I wrote with words of wisdom
And words that are kind
I hope that when I open it
Those are the words I will find
The letter that was written
The letter that was sent
The letter full of words and thoughts
All of which I meant
Today I wrote a letter
And sent it off to me
I wonder when I get it
What reaction I’ll get from me
When I read the words I wrote
In the letter I wrote to me
Makes
Air makes air
Good makes good
Tree makes tree…
And wood
Water makes water
Makes metal rust
Doubting makes doubting
Trust makes trust.
Good makes good
Tree makes tree…
And wood
Water makes water
Makes metal rust
Doubting makes doubting
Trust makes trust.
STAY
White on white and a touch of gray
Is how I saw you as you lay
In depression and selfish anger
in hospital that day.
I don’t ever remember seeing you like this
As I leaned in close and gave you a kiss
It’s moments like this
And you back at home that I’ll miss
A twinkle in your eyes and a faint smile on your lips
the gentle healing touch of your fingertips.
Your soothing words calmed me when I cried
when I was lost you were my guide.
It hurts to sit here now and listen to you saying
all those things you wish would happen to you
every night as you are praying.
I wish I could turn back the hands of time
I’d take you back to banks of the Rhine
A perfect place
A better time
Although you’ve given all that you can for me
there’s one one more thing I’d like
and it won’t come easily.
For you to gather your strength and energy
To fight and win as best you can,
please stay,
please,
do it for me.
Is how I saw you as you lay
In depression and selfish anger
in hospital that day.
I don’t ever remember seeing you like this
As I leaned in close and gave you a kiss
It’s moments like this
And you back at home that I’ll miss
A twinkle in your eyes and a faint smile on your lips
the gentle healing touch of your fingertips.
Your soothing words calmed me when I cried
when I was lost you were my guide.
It hurts to sit here now and listen to you saying
all those things you wish would happen to you
every night as you are praying.
I wish I could turn back the hands of time
I’d take you back to banks of the Rhine
A perfect place
A better time
Although you’ve given all that you can for me
there’s one one more thing I’d like
and it won’t come easily.
For you to gather your strength and energy
To fight and win as best you can,
please stay,
please,
do it for me.
this was a time when Oma was very sick, and the cancer was slowly gaining. She was at home with us and she kept wanting the pain to end. She used to pray to God to take her, she wanted to die. Very sad times but wonderful times at once. I love you Oma and apologize for wanting you to stay but I truly didn't realize that you had a say in it as well. God Bless and rest in peace.
The night
The night
so serene
holds many mysteries
within its cloak
of dull black
things that flutter
in the night
or chirp
to a nocturnal song.
Eerie shadows
walk
softly neath
a red glowing moon
that lights
the world
by night
setting
it aglow
with
raging fire
and then
settles
it
with torrents
of subtle winds
that whistle
through bare branches
of towering witch trees
staring
wide eyed
down
onto the sightless earth
and frightening life itself
till morning dawns anew.
so serene
holds many mysteries
within its cloak
of dull black
things that flutter
in the night
or chirp
to a nocturnal song.
Eerie shadows
walk
softly neath
a red glowing moon
that lights
the world
by night
setting
it aglow
with
raging fire
and then
settles
it
with torrents
of subtle winds
that whistle
through bare branches
of towering witch trees
staring
wide eyed
down
onto the sightless earth
and frightening life itself
till morning dawns anew.
November
Moving right along...Christmas is already on everyone's mind...Walmart's mind that's for sure...LOL
Went there on Sunday Novemeber 1st and trhey already had all the pumpkins replaced with reindeer, all the monsters with Sanat and his elves, the haunted house with the manger...it's so damn funny how bloody capitalistic we have become! It is this time of year that get the most emotional about those who have so much less and are unfortunate due to circumstances beyond their control. We all know people who try hard and never seem to catch a break or who work hard and end up with nothing. It's a sad time of year as much as it is joyfull. This is the time of year that I actually wrote a poem I posted earlier...and I think it fits right in here and besides it is worth a second read! LOL
Spare change
The colour has faded
The trees stand naked
Snow wisps through the air
People with no shoes walk the streets
Sorrow and pain everywhere
Winter is upon us again
The season of joy is near
The shoppers are shopping
So gleeful and happy, filled with Christmas cheer
Discouraged and dismal
They wander the street
To them a gift is simple
Some warmth and a bite to eat
A subway grid or stairwell
Is often what they call home
The time they need some company
Is the time they spend alone
Give what you can
Give generously
The streets are unforgiving
For them, for you and for me.
Went there on Sunday Novemeber 1st and trhey already had all the pumpkins replaced with reindeer, all the monsters with Sanat and his elves, the haunted house with the manger...it's so damn funny how bloody capitalistic we have become! It is this time of year that get the most emotional about those who have so much less and are unfortunate due to circumstances beyond their control. We all know people who try hard and never seem to catch a break or who work hard and end up with nothing. It's a sad time of year as much as it is joyfull. This is the time of year that I actually wrote a poem I posted earlier...and I think it fits right in here and besides it is worth a second read! LOL
Spare change
The colour has faded
The trees stand naked
Snow wisps through the air
People with no shoes walk the streets
Sorrow and pain everywhere
Winter is upon us again
The season of joy is near
The shoppers are shopping
So gleeful and happy, filled with Christmas cheer
Discouraged and dismal
They wander the street
To them a gift is simple
Some warmth and a bite to eat
A subway grid or stairwell
Is often what they call home
The time they need some company
Is the time they spend alone
Give what you can
Give generously
The streets are unforgiving
For them, for you and for me.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
November...already!
Sadly still no comments or readers.
Build it and they will come...
We had a GreeeaaaT Halloween tho...!
The kids and even the parents were nice.
We got so many compliments and even
photos taken of the house and our
decorations. It was awesome and made
our efforts well worth it! Colette was
armed at the door, welcoming and greeting
our visitors. Shelling out treats to the
tricksters while I played scary sounds, music,
screaming, oooooooooo, and even a bit of
bass playing...much to the delight of those
who dared to come to the door.
It was pretty funny to listen as our Polish
neighbours tried to compete with my Marshall
amp....hahahaha....I could hear the screechs and
screams as they echoed back from across the
complex. Hahahaha....and then when I stopped in
between visits to our door, the Polish people
were in full loud party mode and then realizing
how loud they were quietened back down again.
It was hilarious, but better if you'd have
been there.
We were supposed to go to Streetsville and meet up with Jakub and Marcin along with a few more friends at a bar called Marcello's. Named after the owner/proprietor/manager/bartender, Marcello. Formerly all of the above @ Cherry Hill House / The Dukes.
Anyway, make a long story short, we didn't make. Sorry boys! Started watching the Rocky Horror Picture Show before leaving to join you, along with Colette, I woke up at 12:30am...stiff as a mother! And the thought of driving and arriving feeling like that didn't seem conducive to having a good time for me, or you. I was totally into it and was gonna come as a dead bass player; DeeDee Ramone? Next time...I promise.
Sadly still no comments or readers.
Build it and they will come...
We had a GreeeaaaT Halloween tho...!
The kids and even the parents were nice.
We got so many compliments and even
photos taken of the house and our
decorations. It was awesome and made
our efforts well worth it! Colette was
armed at the door, welcoming and greeting
our visitors. Shelling out treats to the
tricksters while I played scary sounds, music,
screaming, oooooooooo, and even a bit of
bass playing...much to the delight of those
who dared to come to the door.
It was pretty funny to listen as our Polish
neighbours tried to compete with my Marshall
amp....hahahaha....I could hear the screechs and
screams as they echoed back from across the
complex. Hahahaha....and then when I stopped in
between visits to our door, the Polish people
were in full loud party mode and then realizing
how loud they were quietened back down again.
It was hilarious, but better if you'd have
been there.
We were supposed to go to Streetsville and meet up with Jakub and Marcin along with a few more friends at a bar called Marcello's. Named after the owner/proprietor/manager/bartender, Marcello. Formerly all of the above @ Cherry Hill House / The Dukes.
Anyway, make a long story short, we didn't make. Sorry boys! Started watching the Rocky Horror Picture Show before leaving to join you, along with Colette, I woke up at 12:30am...stiff as a mother! And the thought of driving and arriving feeling like that didn't seem conducive to having a good time for me, or you. I was totally into it and was gonna come as a dead bass player; DeeDee Ramone? Next time...I promise.
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