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...
Thursday, November 5, 2009
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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