that slut deserves to rot in the belly of hell.
It’s amazing how such revulsion festers inside
I hope one day such hate will eventually subside.
It breaks my heart to know she’ll never be mine
the pain of love never achieved is almost as great
as the experience of losing something so divine
it feels like cupid’s an ignorant, uncaring cheapskate.
I want her love so bad the thirst for it is killing me
like a man yearning for water within a vast desert
there’s no one else within this immense country
who has her amazing intellect and striking beauty.
I’d scale mountains, swim through raging rivers
to feel her delicate hand caress my fevered brow
just the sight of her gives every bone I have shivers
as I take in as much attention that she will allow.
It will never come true, this much everyone knows
yet its a dream so sweet my mind cannot oppose.
If only there was a way she could understand
the way I feel about her deep inside my heart
I long to walk beside her and hold her hand
it’s a shame she has her own sweetheart.
I could be good for her, a very supporting man
it takes more than money to be there for someone
for she has dreams, and there no one who can
stand there by her side, help carry the burden.
I love everything about her; that smile, those eyes
I want to weave fingers through her delicate red hair
it breaks my heart that we had to say our goodbyes
and she will never really know how much I care.
If you love someone, all you want is their happiness
I’ll stay away, even if it drives me into madness
Words must be spoken for the broken hearted
there are far too many of us walking around
suffering each time the radio plays a ballad
each verse stings, as their meaning’s so profound.
One day we’ll take stand, our voice will he heard
society will one day learn to mind their manners
because each time one of our hearts is murdered
there isn’t enough wine, never too many benders.
We try to drown our sorrows with rich liquid
trying to wipe away even memory of our beloved
the party is never too big, never too crowded
as deep inside our soul, we feel cold and dead
There is never enough to do to make us forget
forever we’ll remember, our memories always rest.
When there is nothing any of us can do
we need to find the strength to carry on
when in trouble, minds comes to the rescue
with poems to be written, artwork drawn.
From such tragedy, comes great works of art
as our feelings and experience paint a picture
an utterly vain attempt to deceive and outsmart
yet we fail to find a truth, the missing answer.
We act liberated but are in fact enslaved
by the loss of love, the loss of our life
longing for love but hearts remain starved
fearing that we’ll never find a new wife.
When things are falling apart, it feels like the end
what we truly need is the ear of a caring friend.
I learned the hard way you can never go home
people, places and countries will always change
nothing is the same once you choose to roam
your perspectives alter when you’re out of range.
Travel truly is the most eye opening experience
meet new people, see new and amazing places
you see mankind in all its tender brilliance
realizing there is more earth than random spaces.
Every continent has a new lesson to offer you
through the people and their personal history
each moment leaves a mark like an unseen tattoo
observing the world in all it’s glorious beauty.
When you travel around, see what is out there
not a single other experience can ever compare.
I stare at the empty page with a sense of doom
unable to speak the words caged deep inside
thinking of her, the memory a cloud of gloom
it all makes me want to run away and hide.
I stare at the door, hoping she’ll walk through
eager to see her slender legs, her glowing smile
I’ve wait so long to see her, if only she only knew
that my heart aches to see her as it’s been a while.
My heart drops as the meeting begins without her
fearing I’ll never see her again, share her company
the day is a little darker, my soul a little emptier
the next ten weeks will be a little less fun for me.
what I looked forward to has become my new dungeon.
I watch from a park bench as the children play
free from the immense dangers that brew abroad
going to school without passing through an x-ray
protected from all those who attempt to defraud.
Children have it easy and are oblivious to the truth
of how much more dangerous this world really is
never was my generation this sheltered in our youth
parents today are fearful of very trip, every first kiss.
While the world is a much more dangerous place
parents are to blame for creating this atmosphere
freaking out at all that invades our personal space
it didn’t used to this way, people overcome with fear.
While it’s true we protect our kids with good intentions
we stop them from going out and learning life’s lessons.
Every day I watch the news, my temper boils
like a kettle that has finally reached it’s limit
unhappy to watch politicians reap our spoils
especially those unworthy babies in the senate.
Money wasted on expenses that are not needed
while families are looking for a way to afford food
those bums in Ottawa have never been so crooked
it’s hard not to believe that our nation is screwed.
People continue to struggle, politicians are unaware
that there’s a problem with the world’s economies
jobs are lost, homes foreclosed, it’s a nightmare
while congress lives large on parliamentary freebies.
People will not stand for this, we will take action
as their own indolence will result in their eviction.
For stupid reasons I can’t even begin to think of
stumbling through each date, every one a blunder
I fight hard each day as I long to find my new love
then I remind myself: settling is not the answer.
I should be willing to hold out, be picky this time
as I don’t want to repeat this complicated process
I should hold out for the right one, someone sublime
I know that she’s out there, my perfect princess.
The key isn’t to find someone who is perfect
for that is a quest that no man will ever conquer
instead search for one who will be the right fit
that will bring an end our reign as a bachelor.
They keep telling me the right one is out there
with six billion people, a discovery like that is rare.
While it all seems hopeless, things can change
whether for the better, I c
an’t make guarantees
we all must organize if we want to rearrange
how people think, change our nation’s priorities.
If you think the politicians care, you’re deluded
they were paid off the second they ran for office
we’re about to loose what we all take for granted
as cuts being made at every hospital and campus.
If you want to keep it all, then stand up and fight
we lose so much without as much as a whimper
none of them don’t want our protests to see daylight
we need to be heard, like a mighty clap of thunder.
It’s time to get off your arse, stop watching reality TV
make a stand for yourself if you want to remain free.
Each morning when I wake, there is a new page
ready to receive my words, my deepest thoughts
this process will carry on as I continue to age
as I piece together my life and connect the dots.
Blank pages are a sincere invitation to the poet
as they dare us all to conjure up a little magic
to construct each rhyme, every stanza a gantlet
every line a gift, one to be shared with the public.
My work will inspire others long after I am gone
each thought gliding towards the future like a bird
I have no idea what inspiration they might spawn
Will you feel enthused or will things be awkward?
What one does with my work doesn’t really matter
all I hope is that you all appreciate the gesture.
Acknowledgments:
Today I’d like to take a moment to thank some extraordinary people for being my greatest inspiration. Here they are in order of when they came into my life:
Kirk Smith, Joe Bond, Kenneth Lamb, Martin Race, Alex Imre, David Mawson, David Greene, Don Nichol and Jay Meek.
These men have two things in common:
1. They were my teachers; my greatest mentors.
2. They all told me I was capable of doing anything. Their confidence in my ability had no limits.
Their compassion and guidance continues to inspire and motivate me as I never stop writing new poems and books.
For their steadfast encouragement, these men have my most humble and sincerest gratitude.
Thank you.
PJ