Watching the wheel go round, or the Vanier parkway song

Hoe hoe hoe

Down Vanier parkway

The gift of love

Is the apparent partay

You can bust a nut

On the sugar queen swirl

Or give back to charity

In the crackhead world

If it’s broke, You fix it

Simple and done

But their time is a mission

And they sell their buns

Where a heart string creaks

And Brook sold her pearls

A thief sold his crack

Then pimped out the girl

Hoe hoe hoe

Down Vanier parkway

Could we ever find love

And bring back Sunday?

It’s now a confession

Of too many crimes

Indifference is deliverance

When you watch people die

An ambulance for Murphy

A wagon for joe

These are the homeless

With no where to go.

We see city taxes

As a way to brighten our world

So we stomp down on trash

And ambitiously hurl

Do we make the effort

To show we are afraid

What disgusts us distrusts us

And they hide in the shade

Could all this money

Go to a wage?

Prisons and shelters

And services made?

Can a slave live free

If we help him see

That he holds himself down

In a mindless scene 

But when they starve

For substance

We’ll call it love..

The epidermal is heated

And they soar like a dove

Too many places

You may never go

Opportunity seems inherent

In the world we know

Buying love

Someone to know?

Existence can be somber

If you ain’t got the glow

Hoe hoe hoe

Down Vanier parkway

Where a gift of love

Is crippling hearts today

Poetry Night

Poetry Night

Birds flown the coop

How low could they stoop

He only wrote a song

And they fucked up his poop

They made him wail

For his art was stale

And kept his shoes

To curse his trails

No more than a point

Delivered to a man

Who banked his dream

On a note he could land

Now the patrons all fall

As time robs them sober

And a new singer arises

To pass time over

By time and time

Again and again

Only some want the attention

A performer can win

To sing words that are groovy

Satisfying and soothing

Tip chords of delight

And get the audience moving

You can hear the profane

To the sound on the stage

A poet plays his part

As the night turns its page 

Be it the grunge or the grit

The hook or the hit

Some voices crawl further

Carrying rhyme with their wit

But when a silence holds tone

And the barkeeper moans

They look to the list

That is not set in stone

Who would be next?

But a man of no wits

Who sits plump back down

Cause he can’t hold his shit

A performer can flop

A song can grow stale

New singers arise

And some can even fail

Who would be next?

A curse to the air!

Someone must stand

Would a poet think to dare?

A sudden step

New to their pride

Were a bohemian duo

Husband and bride

Making up this group

Who were foreign of race

They carried fiddle and drums

To account for their place

Playing songs so strange

With a style from the east

They immediately hit fame

Idols in the least

They tilted their hats

As they walked off the set

This prepared the floor..

Who was upcoming next?

But a sad, sad wanderer

Robed jacket denim skin

He hit a tune off the calendar

Bestowing Christmas akin

And the night drove on

Where the tough and lame provide

They showed songs of times passing

In turn- an atmosphere became alive

‘Rock and roll

Drop out

Tune in

The mind is windy

It’s free to sin

High way to hell

Hear their yell

The night is calling

A tower is falling’

Words soothe the folk

With primordial yolk

They play undaunted

Until the sun has awoke

Then they’ll retire the fire

That bested the night

Their backtalk, gambling

And drunken right

To hear stories anew

Before conquests of old

Sit with their crew

And get out of the cold

The dreams set you up

Where reality stands pale

Be it the reapers right

To pluck what is stale

And the birds fly high to sing

So they can entertain for kings

They belong to no man 

Such a majestic thing

Nightmare, or David in Wonderland

I am your nightmare

when the soul

is out of position

A dream within a dream

now faced with submission.

Turn the key into the hole,

surprised or confusion?

Either path leads you

into a well of illusion

The sound of laughter

irks the skin.

Look upon the hatter

can you wear his grin?

Smiles with defame,

voice wretchedly crawls.

He sits all high

absent of soul.

What road was he on

that made him insane?

Do I see my own reflection?

From him can I gain?

He calls onto me

'Step into the light.'

I shudder with fear

face now turning white

He offers a game

says if I lose I'll be maimed.

If there's a happy ever after

what price will I pay?

'Sit down' he murmurs.

I approach and I listen.

There are presently three cards

and a fourth that is missing

'You must choose

a high and a low,

and the missing card

can't be above or below'

I picked up an ace

followed by a king.

I laughed at my fortune,

victory I'd sing

'Now now, tsk tsk'

The hatter wasn't bothered

'The third card is a six,

we're still missing the other!'

He removes his hat

and draws a card from his ear,

places it on the table

and a joker appears.

'Looks like I win!'

He never lost his grin.

The game was rigged,

I started to cringe

'I will make you a pawn

in the queens chess game'

He spoke unto me

evoking an ending so lame.

'Fine you bastard!!

I have no choice!!

Being far from my home

I struggle to find my voice.

If I am a pawn

in the queens chess game,

surely I'll meet others,

there's something to gain.

'Where is the board,

I'll play my part.

Which side am I on?

Does white not start?'

The hour approached,

a match was about to begin.

I stood on b2,

then I heard "Off with his head"

Death may occur

or I might rank up.

Depends on the players

and who wins this cup.

Seamless faces,

lost souls.

They had all wandered places

where the darkness tolls..

Now a game,

lives on the line,

I'll never be the same,

these masters of crime.

The match was brutal,

many pieces were gone,

I had yet to be moved

in the starting space of the pawn.

My ruler stood above

with blue majestic eyes.

How is chess so violent?

The facade of the wise..

Will I settle in eternity?

Move to the beyond?

My soul is shaking

in the hands of a blonde.

Then I was suddenly displaced,

a grim look on my face.

I had been executed

by the blunt of a mace.

Where am I now?

I can feel the rain

I seem to be falling

I am missing the pain..

I feel this question

inside of me,

the lines have blurred

but I no longer believe.

Will I ever stop falling?

Is there no way to win?

A game has ended,
when will a new one begin?

The Womb

Ride that motherly womb

That tank

And inside is virtues captivator 

No male between women

But a jaunted eye

Between

Her fatherly figure

Controls and compels all actions of

Beauty

She could only use the children

To reload her thoughts

Vessels unspilled

Taste so machine

Inside the womb

All minds were once clean

The Demon Witch

Curse his eyes

The demon witch!

Halo of flies

Some wounds won't stitch

The lies he'd teach

If only heaven would breach

A Cursed mouth

That Harbors on the weak

He is the demon witch

Not one to travel

But on the road he lives

The lies he can ravel

And turn your day to shit

He can troll your guts out

With acts impure

He can turn you to a toad

Or a pile of manure

Curse the demon witch!

A thousand insults

Are better than wit

Preacher of hate

And he laughs at it

The bride of this witch

Is a terrible bitch

She waits and lingers

For his terrible fingers

And dwells in pain

Ritual dances for rain

She has her faults

Counts of aggravated assault 

They hate together

Through endless weather

A bond that was shaped

On their first murderous rape

They laugh at time

Which defeats the best

They've made no friends

Due to constant detest

His eye will itch

He says fuck da bitch

Visits his best friend Mitch 

All hail the demon witch

A ride to hitch

A corpse in a ditch

A wedding gone wrong

He crashed it with a song

For enemies he longs

We're happy when he is gone

All hail the demon witch

A wound to stitch

The rule of the rich

He knows two opposing truths 

but just says

Fuck it.