E.D.

Melba toast capped 

Creamed goat brie

Metaphor :

Your scratch fat skin

Reflecting self hate

Thin new begin

Back the bacon-

Hell! Hee haw!

House of hay

House of straw

Brick by brick

Build the wall

Humpty Dumpty;

Ashes fall

Rub them deep

Cracks in your skin

Make it thick

If it can’t be thin

Mirror mirror

Cracked on the wall

Humpty Dumpty;

Ashes fall

Sup the salt

Fry the fat

Lick the lips 

Skin the cat

Chase your tail

Climb the wall

9 lives and forever

On forever feet fall

Flop down flat

slightly stunted stall

Run run to where you begin

Get to that place beneath your skin

Burrow burrow deep inside

Find the place, cannot hide

Nor no more this world abide

Self inflicted genocide

Off dashed down dreams

Zen, tv scenes

Why are you so damn obscene 

Brain stuck in a magazine 

Melba toast capped 

Creamed goat brie

Metaphor :

Your scratch fat skin

Open mouth, stuff it in

Swallow deep

Hold it down

Standing 8, but survived the round

Switch your mind off

Numb it all

Banging head against the wall

The egg cracks

Broken shell ball

The yellow yoke stares

Back at you...

Symbol: the begin

A time before the time 

Of the time of fat and skin

Sweet Success

You’ll never live down that living up

Full grown man, never grew up

Life’s a game you cannot cheat

Lowest lows and times so sweet

Smoke and mirrors, shiny glare

Reflecting off a glassy stare

Watch out boys you best beware 

Expanding gut and thinning hair

Body gone beyond repair

Run out on a youth now gone

So alone, so forlorn 

Find that slot where you best fit

Amidst bureaucracy and corporate shit

The noose around your neck’s a tie

Hand wraps the knife, back of the other guy

Climb the ladder, feel the rungs

Bittersweet taste permeates your tongue

Ballads of you will be sung

Make the x, the mark and then your done

Washed up ocean meets the sand

Knife cut deep the other man

Trophies, trinkets wind up watch

Grab opportunity by the crotch

Smoke and mirrors, shiny glare

Reflecting off a glassy stare

Watch out boys you best beware 

Expanding gut and thinning hair

Body gone beyond repair

Have you ever wondered what life could be

If we seized the opportunity 

God I wish that we were free?

If life wasn’t an obscenity 

Think of the man you want to be 

Everything is contrary

Snowball, crash down with the system

The power pushed out like a piston

Dancing on a mountain top

Go hard baby ‘till you drop

You’ve taken enough of their slop

It’s time for living

You’ll never live down that living up

An old  man, never grew up

Life’s a game you cannot cheat

Bottom bash, and times so sweet

Smoke and mirrors, shiny glare

Reflecting off a glassy stare

Watch out boys you best beware 

Expanding gut and thinning hair

Body gone beyond repair

Who ever said that life was fair

Washed up ocean grinds the sand

Knife cut deep the other man

Trophies, trinkets fountain pen

Grab opportunity, won’t come again

Smoke and mirrors, silver glare

Reflecting off your greying hair

Watch out boys you best beware 

Expanding gut and thinning hair

Body gone beyond repair

Have you ever wondered what life could be

If we snagged that opportunity 

God I wish that we were free

If life wasn’t an obscenity 

Think of the man you want to be 

Life needn’t be sheer misery

Snowball, pause, feel the thaw

The beauty’s there beneath the fog

Nietzsche on a mountain top

Into the abyss you or will you stop?

Super man takes no slop

It’s time for living now

Fly on Icarus

Fly on Icarus 

Frozen feet dance fanning flame

Scorched the toes and burned again

Guess I should’ve worn the other’s shoe

The bosses sit in their sailboat’s galley

Sitting proud, sitting paly 

The one stands by the door and never sits or uses the loo

Give me just the time to try

Please don’t leave me high and dry

First I lost my shirt and now my shoes 

I apologize if I annoy 

My mind always makes me it’s slavish toy

My pockets emptied, no ego to bruise

Business suit, a necktie root

Run down the riverbank

Cool them tootsies baby in the stream

Beneath the skies and all its lies

Wonder what will ever become

Row, row, row your boat, life is but a dream

You can’t fake each choice you make

“Carry the torch son”, a big mistake 

Knew I’d just get my digits burned

Dusty leaf lies on the ground 

Merrily we all fall down

Knee scrapes and broken flower blooms 

Tumble, tumble how fast this world turns!

A racist cat chases a rat

PC in an awkward animal way

Hickory dock and up the clock again

But it’s a different house where you’ll find the mouse 

By the shelf with test tubes disguised as prescription vials

The clock struck one and my bell rung again

There’s got to be a better way

The trail head there just up ahead 

I think the breeze is blowing directly due south

Perhaps I’m just paranoid

And self consumed in my cranial void

I just see the pin suit cuffs and $1000 shoes

Through my third eye

Give me just the time to try

Please don’t leave me high and dry

First I lost my shirt and now my shoes 

I apologize if I annoy 

My mind always makes me it’s fucking toy

My pockets turned out, no ego to bruise

Business suit, a necktie root

The old canoe behind the knoll in the green

Beneath the skies and all its lies

Wonder what will ever become

Row, row, row your boat son, gently down the stream

There’s got to be a better way

The water winding just up ahead 

I think the breeze is blowing directly to the south

Perhaps I’m just paranoid

And self consumed in my cranial void

I just see the pinstriped suit sails and sailor suits

Through my third eye

Rubber legs and seasick bags

Hold me over the gunnel side

Guess I should’ve staid on solid ground - to see what could be found-

The bosses sit in their sailboat’s lounge

Cigars, smoke, ashes we all fall down

The one stands by the door and never sits or uses the loo

My brain, a numb cerebral spin

Feeling higher than I’ve ever been

Please don’t ever leave me high and dry

First I lost my shirt, then sight of the sky

I apologize if my smile is wry

Hey look Peter: I can fly, I can fly, I can fly!

I can fly

I can fly

I can fly

When Souls Depart

A woman wands bubbles

Down the Spring Garden Road

An old man plays accordion

With a face like a toad

The Autumn air is warm

For this time of year

As I wander the streets

Of my Halifax dear

A stroll through faded blossoms

That in the Public Garden grow

My thoughts, as sit

At Robbie Burns’ toe,

Are wrapping my noggin

In nostalgia and grief

As I contemplate time,

That fucking old thief

My childhood spent

In this city so fair

My mother lies dying now

Hearts sunk in despair

Her’s can’t keep going

Mine, no more can take

The sun makes of pyre

Sat alone for her wake

The roads which I’ve rambled

And places I’ve seen

Will never rival

This place where I was weened

The flag shows the lion

That resides in my heart

And though I know I must leave soon

Like a soul must depart

Farewell to Nova Scotia

My lamenting refrain

As I know I may not

See this fair land again

Its ocean and valleys

And glacial till

Its water washed beaches

And Atlantic air chill

I am an orphan now,

With no true place my home

But I carry this place

Wherever I roam

Through fields of Heaven

And the hot winds of hell

I shall never forget this city

That I love so well

GJM

The last lonely leaf 

Upon the tree with branches broke, cracked and knarled 

Shifts from green to red with yellow flashes

For the tegument of earth she’s bound

To mix again with her native soil

Where my seed grew so well

Through winter’s barrens brash, spring’s fragrant renewal,

And summer’s burning hell

The Autumn is the time of year

When the reaper is at his height

Shaving down the tawny Fields

With sharp and mighty scythe 

My branches own, with rough bark grey and brown

Is too nearing its trembling Fall

Though my seed is sewed and she so beautifully grows

I too shall meet the ground

But from rot in decay and tears of dismay,

Is born birth and life

My my branches yield and never break

Despite our worldly strife

And those who rest and rejoin the soul give birth once again

And it is there that our solace bares

It’s light and misty glow

May they all sleep tight when the curtain of night

Shades our memories and all we know,

Mother mo chroí may your soul be free

And stand with your roots, beneath dwindling tree.

Pretended

Who thought the act of being kind

Would tear my heart asunder

Tumultuous turns, whirl in my mind

Pouring sweat, heart beat like thunder

You can see it in my eyes with each one of your lies

And no matter how I try, my face holds no disguise 

I do for you things that no one else

Would even care to ponder

I have given it my all, I gave my self

You left me drained, you left me somber

I know it now, I know my place, and it's never where I thought I'd be

You can't even read my face because  you never cared for me

My world seems so empty now

And I feel dead inside me

I did all that I knew how

You broke my wing, I can't be free

Karma is a thing that I dismiss, and there is no ass I'll kiss

You don't even say hello, but I just can't let you go

With my mind you'd always screw, but that's what you'd always do

Cos' our world it was pretended

Yes, our world it was pretended 

I was just a character in a book that you never gave a look

You just left me sat there on your shelf

And slipped away with so much stealth

Like the player in a role, and I'm left left broke but you left whole 

I sat there high and dry, where a tear had stung my eye

Can't believe none of it was real, and can't control how I feel

Because our world it was pretended 

(No, I know I don't want to know that)

What we had was just pretended 

(No, I know I don't want to know that)

 Our world was just pretended

(My heart and mind were blind to the stage)

Cos our world it was pretended

( now I'm here all alone)

Because our world it was pretended 

Smitten Online

I've savoured her words upon the screen,

And her image in photos, only seen

I know that nothing in this life is sure

But a connection I sense in her green eyed lure

Imagining of what could be,

Should I love her and she, love me

To feel the warmth of her silky flesh 

And the heat when passions mesh

Gould her an mine heart be true

And begin a a life at mid-life anew

Time will tell of what will be

If she is the one to set my love free

Aspire, do I, at this thought

Of her wanting and passions brought

The flame fanned fierce of sweet desire

And dance with me in embraces fire