Wednesday, 19 December 2018

Love Poem #12

I would be your slave
Till you rest in your grave
Kneel before you
Know when to pray

It is your heart that starts
And winds me up this way
Not so inclusive
The feeling's exclusive

I pull apart the pieces
Based on what you say
I'd believe in Jesus
If you led the way

If it would only please us
That something redeem us
A hand to hold
To secure me when I’m old

How do I wake?
Alone and so cold!
Defend my own ears
From ever being told

Any of the wrong things
It’s what you might say!
Hope can linger
As I live for the day

Never do I find you
Though I try to be whole
If love burns inside
I would cherish your soul

Give me one chance
It’s all that I need
I’ll make an impression
That you won’t believe










Sunday, 25 November 2018

The Sun

If the heart and the mind
Were in a conjoined state,
Substance's core
Would radiantly wait

And propel forward
As a furnace and hearth,
Time in motion
Sustaining the earth

Giving life breathe,
Pushing winds and seas,
Fish begin to crawl
Then soar above the trees

But what is at core
To the world we are in?
Is it nature or society?
Or the relevance of kin?

Things we might cherish
Or revel on their own
From an unknown pending
Do we wait to be shown?

A clue if you take
What then do you make?
A promise is happening
As if lead by fate

Brightly awaken
To the grim suspense
Haunted doorways
Engrossing silence

Was that a bang?
A whimper?
Caught off guard
How can it be bleak
Seeing so many stars

Cold counting clock
We revel in soul
Around a current
The fusion has stole

Creeping by
It takes you away
Life is pure theft
Until you break the day

Tuesday, 16 October 2018

Bill 101, the Education System, and the Power of Cultural Persuasion

A lot of people who live in Quebec have stated that you won't make it by in this province unless you learn or speak French.  Included there are exceptions; some tight-knit communities, reclusive as they may be, that differentiate from the French-Canadian mainstream have made it through family employment or labor jobs that do not require french communication.  In these employment area's there is usually at least one person who can speak the native language relative to the mentioned minority's mother tongue.  This is a primary reason for why minorities who do not speak the relative language to Quebecors, the French Canadian language, can be a part of the economy while so pertinently avoiding the vast society that promotes itself as culturally significant.  Cultural Minorities are more common, and to some degree, increasingly integrating into the French Canadian society while giving off an impression of their own culture at the same time.  This exists evidently today, as it is acquired to our common sense that it would have since the origin of Canadian society. Since this time the interaction and communication between some of the French and the English carried with it a stale impression, and to popular discontent, it has become a perspective that the English language is a disease or taint to the Quebec way.

To a very noticeable degree, is the need to assimilate foreigners within the Quebec mindset.  What some may notice, is that they are sacrificing themselves one limb at a time to foreign cultures, or 'new societies', that make their home within the valleys of the Quebec province.  Bill 101 infers that you must learn or speak French to be socially acceptable to the French Canadian, and while the cultural minorities are learning the French language, they are not forgetting their own mother tongue.  This refers to their respect for their own ancestral heritage.  While they are learning French, the assimilation method is only declined for the modern ultimatum; ~ 'Learning the French language doesn't mean I should forget who I am.'.  !.  How could the average Quebecor refuse this person of their inherent human right, and that is the one they are inherent to, a basis around their Heritage.  In fact, Quebecor's founded their individuality from the rest of Canada based on a pretense with their association to their sacred homeland, France.  So how could a Francophone Quebecor refuse a person the right to their own family history and simultaneously force them to learn the names of the French society?  How is the distinguishing mark of the Quebec persona not a mutual connecter with people from other cultures?

It occurred firstly with the English living close to and nearby French colonies that emerged within regions around the St. Lawrence Seaway.  The French say that they were there first while the English response was, 'So What! We do what we want!'.  The French, of this period in history, grew in detest for reasons that a war existed between their home territories for hundreds of years.  If we take into account the cultural dissonance at this time, we could conclude that a brand of pessimism and solicited feuding between this colonists carried itself across the Atlantic ocean, well within the hearts of our English and French ancestors to settle to no agreement on friendship, and draw lines and boundaries as to where each other's languages could respectfully be used within their new interdependent society.  This happened in business interaction in the old colonies, whether they were in bars, in stores, or at a park enjoying a leisurely afternoon.  I am only assuming that what it is like today, may in no way be different to how it was before, due to the separation that legally exists between both of these societies.  It's not that I possess a time machine.  I grew up in Quebec, and I assume that nothing has changed.  Most of the cultural pessimism shows itself between the interactions of the French and English children, for they may be more unstressed about showing their discomfort with each other's appearance and dialect.  It's excruciatingly funny for a Quebec child to watch an English person learn the French language.  Are their naivetes here?  Or is this prejudice?  I don't know their language well enough to pick up on the sensitivities of my verbal pronunciation or selection, though feeling notable persecution is demoralizing enough for me to ever want to brush up on my French.

With regards to colonial periods, and the war that happened between France and England several hundred years ago, did we ever hear anything back from either of these two countries?  We have founded colonies with people based out of these two powerful countries and with justification to either's economic priorities, we have tried to get along since then.  To very little awareness does it occur to the angry Francophone, that if he used the internet or television, he may eventually find out that these two countries that established our one nation, are no longer enemies, or rivals, or foes in the sense of world power, but they are established friends and neighbors that rarely disagree on major international issues.  I believe the rivalry is purely comedic by this point for Europeans.  But wait..  That angry Quebecor of today is sad.  He is sick to his stomach and he feels that persecution on him for his own identity that he would ever be forced to assimilate into English society.  He feels the tremor of his father's father within his veins and he knows why he ever gets angry. He knows how anyone in his family tree ever got angry, and that is the prejudice that stains the relationship between the Canadian French and English.  Originating from military pessimism, or imperialist pessimisms to be exact is the differentiation of blood and soil and who tells the story at the end of the day.

Sadly to the point, is the manner in which Canadian History parallelled with the rest of the world over the past 300 years.  More specifically, the imperialist pessimism of old Europe got ditched in America while the new European world attempted diplomacy and co-existence to build a better economy.  What did the European English and French say for Canada; it might as well be that they can take care of themselves.  That might as well be the motto, with respect to the turmoil and internal struggle that exists in one nation as perceived by another.

The prejudice is dissolving in Canada, though more slowly for this one than with respect to the two countries that shaped us.  And that is where I need to mention Bill 101, finally.  The reason, the cause, and the effect were all supplied with the introduction of this policy, ~the English shall not assimilate the French!  Though in determining a right from a wrong through the closed minds that founded this country, is the perspective that other threats could exist, that may endanger our most sacred French heritage.  And it is any minority that founds a new home with heartfelt strength and family courage, not only within Quebec but upon any national soil, foreign to his real home, that threatens the nationalistic facade of the dominant cultural group, for he or she is predetermined to bring diversity and a unique perspective with them.  In Vancouver, Japanese schools exist with open public admission.  In Quebec, all citizens must go through a Francophone controlled education system, unless they have a parent who had gone to an English school in this province prior to the introduction of Bill 101.  So if you are wondering, it's has been since 1977. that any newly immigrated person to the province of Quebec must send their children to a French school.  They are required to become fluent in this language, with no alternative to choose education in any other language.  Alternatives could actually make cultural integration easier on the part of both the minority and the dominant group if at least they offered French immersion courses instead of the use of intravenous brainwashing techniques.  At least if the society is backing up a desire for more represented languages within the open education system. They expect immigrants to rely on the French language to develop their own means within the economy, though there is little potential for these non-francophone immigrants to find an adaptable learning point unless they have established family already living in Quebec.

What will be the future of French and English Canada?  And did you notice that Quebec philosophy dictates self-preservation of its language within their education system?  We could all be speaking Chinese in 100 years, and did the English think about that?  Maybe the French did.  What does it mean to possess something great, and refuse other's the opportunity of a mutual cultural exchange?  Bill 101 is forced feeding and I am not alone in stating this.  The Greenfresh supermarket down the street from my house is advertising it's business with a store title printed 300% larger in Japanese, then in translated English version, though I feel culturally immersed when I shop here.  It's like I am in a different country.  I can still decide what I want to eat from here too.  If immersion were the ideal practice and respected as a philosophy by the Quebec government would they be doing the next thing on the list as oppose stopping cultural emergence, or establishing fines to the English when they host events that don't prioritize or cater to the French people?

Nationalism is one thing.  Though with Quebec, it's more like a tone of Narcissism.  They only want to see themselves at the end of the day.

Friday, 15 June 2018

Who said that we need education?

How many people in society have landed jobs respectively, in the field of study or education they pursued after high school? I am guessing it's not a very reassuring statistic you want to use in taking the realistic success rate of the post-secondary system. But to some degree, we still hold back our judgment and remain to our convictions that the education system is a beneficial aspect of our society. How could it be doing anything wrong? People are using their time productively and working, and learning. They are learning well. Or more exactly, their senses are being stimulated conductively to the coordination of their memories, and they are paying a lot of money to be responsible for anything they perceive. Of special consideration to keep their theory and practice within the moral high ground of the instructor. Regardless, a university is an icon representing values and virtues, that are seamlessly integrated into our perception of society. We learn history, how to be successful, and importantly, the value of social relationships while in a school.

What is a society without history? And how should we consider that we learn history in school? If you were the education system, wouldn't you want to throw in a line or two about yourself, especially since your controlling history? Orwell could be summarized as saying that controlling history is controlling the future. But that is all forgotten as we come to the realization that the education system teaches Orwell. A dystopian totalitarian society is not possible if we sincerely learned the humility in human nature that Orwell portrays in his fictional work Animal Farm, and nineteen eighty-four. There is a constant nurturing relationship from the social class with the power to try to prevent everyone else from making mistakes. (i.e. the law decreed to the animals', or the responsibility taken on by the citizen in nineteen eighty-four with regards to double-think or double-speak. Kind of ironic, kind of prophetic, I'll admit. So if you lost the train of thought, the education system is responsible for making us better people, as they teach us to learn from our mistakes. Or more exactly, avoid making them, which allows anyone the potential of a neurosis. If you have ever perceived your self-worth as the mistakes you haven't made and not felt like you are falling, you will one day see you have no grounds for your identity. Why do mistakes define us? And why is there a double meaning to that? Can anyone ever learn a mistake on your behalf? Your mistakes are your own. They are priceless and they are valuable. It is the narcissistic side of human behavior that engulfs a man into the pity of another for the sake of saying he learned something. Certain types of documentary movies and even the political ambition of the education system, are more clearly theatres that exist for people to invest their pity, in my opinion. If I have learned one mistake, it's that I once valued the education system above my own personal relationships, as I rested my hopes through the pursuit of attaining knowledge, and one day climbing to the level of the noble class. Big mistake. But I picked up the pieces and I have this to say; what is valued, and what is a success? Is attaining something of merit, that state you need to achieve in order to declare success? What I don't understand, is what we are taught to appreciate. The one thing I remember the most about the school, is that they tell you to value education. This is like a king asks you to respect monarchy, a president- democracy, a priest- religion. The apparent value we have based our lives around is determined by the person or people in power, as they decide when anyone will graduate. Therefore, they write our dreams, they polish our truths, they decide our value, as they decide what value is. I am not trying to state that we are fearfully at the mercy of a bitch-whore leader, but we are philosophically being exploited by the information we are being given with regards to the mantle of societal values. A man who has made only mistakes is truly a tragedy to witness, but with that sentence is a lesson on the irony of human nature. Who said he was wrong? What decided that he made all those mistakes? Was it his own conscientiousness that purveyed him under the supervision of his guilt? If a man is not a murderer or a high stakes culprit, and he perceives himself this way, then I think there is something wrong with society. We have all seen this type of person, a man wearing guilt, but little do we concern ourselves with his business as we more appropriately disassociate from him demonstrating our quick judgment. When you see someone that looks guilty, do you assess the validity of his mistakes, as they would be a derivable fact? That probably wouldn't be your business, but only that of the man in question. If we value education, in that attaining merit or a degree of one is successful, then by semantics, we could decree that not getting an education would be a mistake. If I value what I have, though I am not considered a success, how did I ever learn to come to value anything that I have? Can someone see value without having attained success in the subject of art, of the value itself?  In other words, can I ever be successful without appreciating the value of my success?

Warning! You are entering social vampire territory! And that is exactly what the education system is. If you have been paying close attention to my words, you'll notice that I have never placed in a negative notice that product of an education, but I am questioning it's success. Is a qualified man of three degrees more successful than a man who never made an attempt into the post-secondary system, considering they both work at minimum wage jobs by this point today? What is that riddle!? Perhaps the man with a higher education learned something about value in human nature. Maybe the irony of social class? By valuing success, we ensure that the education system will be a place of both value and success. Almost any successful person's biography will show a portrayal of what education that person had made, but the social vampire standing out in this argument is the person stating that the education system is responsible for value. This is where I stand my ground on human existentialism, which is the foundation for our morality and 'education system'. I believe human spirit is responsible for value, and it is the human spirit that works to achieve success. Passed down knowledge teaches people to use education to their advantage- like a vehicle or means. Social narcissism dictates that you get the get the education of most value. Like a Ferrari, or Porsche, because isn't that more successful? It's more valuable.

What occurs to me as the worst fate of our society, is that it rests in the hands of the education system. Unfortunately, that is what has happened. We have subjected ourselves to finding value at all costs, and there for deemed success as secondary. If we were a realistically educated society, we would teach value in our relationships, and not the notion of attaining value as the the only form of success. Greed and despair are prevalent symptoms of our first world country, which is more than enough ambience for a group of social vampires to breed themselves throughout society and take on the moral high ground of our education system.

Wednesday, 9 May 2018

The Desert (hitchhiking)

Winds cool us
Over miles travelled
Dust never settles
On scorched earth

Eyes change
As the face shifts
Alone in time
As thoughts drift

Anyone is a stranger
On the desert plain
Except for the devil
Who hides within

Rising in dust
Distant to fame
Spiraling closer
Knowing your name

It speaks up
You close your eyes
Raise speculation
Then look to the sky

Silence..
Holds the ground
A moment so precious
You are waiting to be found

The Dominion Tavern

Welcome to
The Dominion Tavern
Darkness lives
In this gloomy cavern

Chicks with bics
Craving tattooed dicks
A heroine to hold me over
I might just hold her too

Scrounging and lounging
In this make-shift den
Might eat a cow tongue
Will I end up dead?

The place is called
The dominion tavern
Sit down to a brew
Something will happen

The urinal smells
Of evergreen booze
The floors full of shit
That sticks to my shoes

Goths and punks,
Metal heads,
Priests of sloth,
Some newly weds

We're havin' a time
At the dominion tavern
It's a total dive
Though people keep gathering

Play some darts
Let out some farts
A go at pool
Try not to drool

At the chick that just entered
She's busty and cute
Semi-dismembered
No man would refute

Goin' to make a go
Cause I know I rule
Or maybe it's the beer
Makes me think I am cool

Ohh! What a night!
At the dominion tavern
I'm taking her home
Like her name even matters!

Another Tragedy

Pitied
By pity itself

Lots of heart
With little to no wealth

The midgets laugh
Yes, at me
They scoff and they beckon
For more laughter, I reckon

The charlottes smile
Though I hate their style
The handicapped boy
Swears and gets annoyed

I am pitied
By pity itself
Look no deeper
It's off the shelf

I shake, tremble
And feel alone
I belong to a time
Where I'll never be known

The women fear
I break to a tear
The children kick
I fall sick
The elderly hate
For justice, they wait
Faced with exile
I'm on my last mile

I am
Pitied by pity itself
Death lingers'
And he rides my health

Can this be you?
The answer is no
Unless you're a genius
Amongst the lowest of the low
Born to no class
Faced with submission
They make you their ass
Like God gave them a mission


What did I do?
Or am I capable of?
Went from plenty to empty
And they pissed on my love
I starred in a play
Was all that I did!
Played my 4 parts
And they tried to be rid

They didn't like
My talk or my clothes
They were of high class
Nepotistic I suppose
In furious upheaval
I became abolished by friends
They tarnished my name
I became the means to an end

I am pitied
By pity itself
An episode or attack
If I start to feel well

I lost social rights
When they barred my acting
Became no ones' friend
Did I consider to get up and start packing?

No, I did not
My nerves became a mess
To be loved and then rejected
Sent me piles of stress
I had trouble to speak
No power to think
My memory went perverse
I felt like the weakest link

They disallowed me from acting
Cause they're jealous of me
They held me in contempt
And told me I got away free
Am I going to die?
At worst be killed?
I felt suicidal
Is this what they willed?

If so, this is malice
Can we not agree?
No word of a lie
This happened to me.

Thursday, 22 March 2018

Pride

In courtesy I find
What most people define
Something about love
That doesn’t seem kind

Perhaps a disjunction
Of thoughts and prayers
Grand assumptions
Of how you got there

And I’ll always remember
That kind of smile
She eventually looks back
It takes awhile.

It takes some space
Having time in between
Get with the reason
Forget being mean

And make a taboo
A sincere ultimatum
I can only bear look down
As I am masking frustration

What is behind me
And what is my ode?
Starless nights
Amidst a moral code

I can see all my time
I was desperately there
Never had a sex life
As I stayed very square

Too frequent to say
I don't really know
Being squeamish
When accompanied by hoes

And I'll never find one
I have too many fears
I look back
Drifting through the years

What can I say
For feelings I miss
Loveless sex
Without intimateness

Or do I not give in
To bare temptation?
If shyness implores me
I stick with masturbation

The humble depths
Of a heartfelt man
To ever be him
Some can't bear to stand

And I know why they pride their sex life.
Would they rather be alone?
The frail of inferiority
When faced with the unknown

Or being a nobody
That can't get laid
Having no power
With a sex drive at bay

Can being dull,
Inexperienced and unused
Lift with a mojo
Of avoiding recluse

Do I pride my own sex life?
Would that be any fun?
Truthfully, I know what I like,
And I’m waiting for the right one.

Thursday, 25 January 2018

Popularity doesn't mean appreciation.

When the Bacchus players were formed in 2001, the idea of having a consistent performing drama club was the proposed ideal, though underlying the apparent goodwill, was the groups reckless motive to find a source of income or monetary gain through engaging the community on a charitable front. To use the term philanthropist is to wander far away from understanding the infrastructure of this theatre group, as one would only fail to realize that this club’s integrity is compromised by its involvement with monetary exploitation, on several fronts, primarily enslaving student labor.

Mind you, there is some good will in this organization, derived from the sacrifice the students make in assuming a professional position in this theatre group. By important consideration, that has been overlooked since the groups conception, that is the understanding that these student/actors are being employed by the school, without being given a choice of a union, self-representation, and fair standard of wage for the work they contribute, in a business were key figures have been profiting from the student involvement, simply by providing the concept of ‘opportunity’ in a sham that lacks a proper system of recognition.

The previous dean Kim Tysik had also profited from the drama club, which should actually cause society to feel the sting of bureaucracy, as she occupied the position of representing the voice of the college, which coincidentally enough was at a time when they had a well-received theatre community. Students work, teachers and administration make money. There is a monetary arrangement society has decided on, though it seems practical, it has crossed the line into degrading the students' psycho-social health, and it is still being called education. It was fair once upon a time; students learn, teachers teach, the system of labor is in place for understanding that the teacher is an authority in the role of the education system, and representatively, should be making money for their occupation.  But that pertains to school and education.  With the exception of charitable events and acts of goodwill, it can be justly stated that a working individual earns the payment for their services, in accordance with an established agreement. If an out-of-college operated theatre business has underlined itself as having a charitable cause, it is assessed that the student cooperation factor is surpassing a degree of credential.  To mark their involvement as a learning factor is truly a misappropriation, even if the event is occurring in a school, for they are representing an organization that sets a brand image, and are being harnessed with a sense of security for their contribution as slaves..OOoopps!  I mean employees. It is in the employees' interest to perpetuate the reputation of a business organization, for they are earning something for their work in the end..right?  It would be wrong to take advantage of passionate young adults who work free from any contract or agreement solely for the purpose of receiving attention and becoming popular, at the cost of their self-respect for the means of sustaining another’s monetary platform.


Taking for granted the work and effort of the students, as to only give them a pat on the back as they involve themselves in yet another great community project sponsored by the college is truly an undermining feat.  90% of the theatre production is the product of the actor.  The book is written by the writer, but the play is performed by the actor, and the college has done neither of these two things.  The students are being underrepresented with regards to their rights. Yes, the students are making use of productive time in a school, though for the nature of their involvement doesn’t allow them to perform with any self-interest, while they must keep up with the image and brand of the Bacchus players. In a theatrical production that has taken 1000 hours of work, who or what is the intellectual property of this group, which is providing consistent entertainment year after year at this college?  If the student is no longer in place, does the charity function?  Why does Jason Benevoy make money for apparently being an influence on the Bacchus players?  He has never acted.  Has he ever directed one of his own plays?   The man should be the white knight in charitable business standards, except he turns a personal profit to keep an incentive with running the Bacchus players.  Has anyone ever asked where all this money is coming from that goes into this club?  Directors are hired, producers are fired, they buy props, donuts, and booze for one big party.  There is a lot to live up to with respect to being a Bacchus player, except the most important earning and lesson, is that you won’t make any money working for them, they are a charitable business.  There is the image of excellence, and showmanship that an audience comes to expect while the club tries to provide consistency year after year.  Though it is the goodwill of the employee that is taken for granted, and given a complimentary credit, as the bureaucratic education system sucks its own dick simultaneously taking recognition from the student/actors.



This extracurricular business is employing the students while providing them with no incentives, amassing a theatre production for a perceived fiscal end, wherein the place of responsibility and dedication of the student, are manipulated and misconstrued images of integrity and charitable activity.  If the student actor is trying to acquire opportunity, why has he not benefited from the very position he has landed? Was that not an opportunity that the Bacchus players were providing? That would lead to another opportunity?  One can keep getting opportunities, though to what benefit, as they are enslaving your good will towards a charitable business that capitalized on the student’s passion for theatre.  

Love it or hate it, did you pay to see it?

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