Tuesday, May 31, 2016

We all try to be Dads
and not Fathers
It is impossible to avoid being a father sometimes
When the chips are down
You are going to try to say the right thing
it never feels like the right time
when is the right time?
there never really is
and if you expect it and wait for it
you are going to be waiting a long time
life is what happens while you stand
thinking about what to do next
But it is also what happens at a faster pace
the older you get
try to explain that to anyone without grey hair
it falls upon deaf ears
Each passing year feels like a medal
and tears that it goes so fast
We want it all to last
That's not the case
the fastest runner wins

and we are all running faster

Monday, May 23, 2016

 The Sound you made
those lungs were only human
those fingers
Crowded mind loneliness
An idol
It was a lot to ask
of anyone

 a collection of heads
what prestige of a man
those lives for trophy 
like stamps or rocks
and what of the headless bodies?
There is most likely a street 
named after this man

 It has always been about control
how much freedom is given?
For how long before the rules change
A path to a garden of thorns
for those that challenge 
the Order of things

A turkey with cufflinks, bowtie, vest and lapel flower. Surrounded by grapes. 
Come on, it was the 1970s.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Being a father has given me new hope for humanity
all these kids
raised by parents who also have hope
Because hope
is really what you require in order to procreate
your faith
in something
must have some resolution
or you would not bring a child into this world
damaged as it is

When you walk through the world with a baby or a child
you surrender a bit of yourself
and the people around you catch the pieces you let go

It is in those moments you realise it takes a village
and most of these strangers understand this and act accordingly
whether a smile or a word or a chance to interact
you feel as if you are part of something you never knew existed

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Think of all the sunsets you have witnessed
So many, in so many places
winter, summer
Cold and hot
I always want to take a walk
right around sundown
it has always been my favorite time of the day
they don't call it the magic hour for nothing
A sunset brings up memories it seems
That time on the beach in Mexico
Or out and about in a boat on the water
It is sunsets that mark the passing of our
otherwise meaningless lives

: / { cell

i remember 1993
it was the year that i turned 20
river phoenix died
and my friends got their first cell phones
i say this because i was a huge fan of river phoenix
and cell phones began to change my life from that moment on
I got my first cell phone in 1998
it was for work
and i remember feeling kind of cool about it
until i left it on the roof of my car and drove away from the government dock
in Victoria
and i later found it, smashed, on the road, when i turned around and went back for it
I got my next cell phone in 2000, when i moved to Vancouver
after film school
there seemed to be a real difference in the proliferation of cell phones
In Vancouver, compared to the Island.
I needed a phone right away in the film industry
i simply couldnt live without one
but then i moved back to Victoria from 2001 to 2004
i didnt need a cell phone anymore
returning to gardening and folk music
there is something so real and wonderful about those days that i will forever miss
the days of the Dissonance and playing in bars
then it was back to Vancity after the band broke up
Back to the lights camera action
the smart phones now
are like AI
one step closer to the Singularity
the power in your pocket
could send a rocket to the moon
and home
and what is home
other than a place to laugh and cry?

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

for now (the birds)

one new west night when everything is alright
and i stand alone surveying my life like a future site
the birds fly their last sortee before night
and i dont want to make up but i dont want to fight
the freedom we all feel is fleeting and the great change is coming
they will never let us get away with this
the punks always do the kicking when they're in the street
and i never have to balls to question much
i feel old and out of touch
when i see the way things are
and how they ought nought to be
this story is told but never printed for fear or loathing
 or both Im not sure
its the way it is and the way that it shall be
for now