I want to be everywhere all at once-
In Paris, scent of fog from midnight gargoyles,
In New York, unnoticed in subways of faces,
In the Okavango swamps among the giant ospreys,
In Rio when the wet bodies of Carnival entwine...

I want to taste all the tastes at once-
The spices, the holiness of warm bread,
The foam of duck egg on mushroom,
The thrill of icy pilsner,
The water of the coconut...

Broke out of the house, now I am loose,
walking White Ave. sipping a juice,
avoiding sidewalk cracks, needing a chew,
I search my pocket through and through,
pull out a Peppermint stick,
unwrap it real quick,
car tires ticking,
flip-flops flipping,
people walking,
Old Strathcona talking,
once silent pavement bursts with noise,
as old men show off there toys,
convertibles converted,
Christian perverted,
walking society,
such variety,
human condition,
in multiple transition,

Poetry, is not just
The rhyming of some words
It’s an expression of a feeling
Which a heart shepherds

A rhapsody of heart and thought
Immersed in joyful bliss
Or dashed upon those rocks
Of agony’s abyss

Pictures made of words
Painted by a quill
Words that dance and twirl
At the penman’s will

The fusion of a thought
With the gift of soul
Emotions that are freed
Without any control

When do I cry?

Gaps form over the passage of endless time.
People leave my side each year, I am feeling fine.
Not their thoughts but their physical form.
A Sister, a Brother, a love, or another friend.

When do I cry?

When the spaces are few from one to the next.
If this is an age thing, then I am the aged keeper.
Close family that held the records of us all.
Why didn’t I keep the records and learn more?

When do I cry?

Summer was gone, fall was in full color
I woke up to the sound of a cold rain
Wrapped in a memory as tears grip my face 
Like raindrops hugging the window pane
                       Pre-Chorus
An image embedded in my head
still remains and keeps coming back
Keeps coming back in a song
           A Summer Place
                          Chorus
Every time I think about that song
I picture you and me on that beach
Strange how a song sounds like a memory
Like a recording of a summer’s day

Teenager falls in love with a senile one
all hearts throb and the minds sing,

Each one has one’s own melody,
some hilarious
others moody

Our inhales and exhales
now can never match
but we feel intensity!!!
are we a mismatch
just tell me

She is a teen
but I far from anyone’s desire
now to be seen
why does she love a decaying tree
someone simply console me

This heart that was once fresh and soft like the morning dew
When I cared, I wanted to care more
This heart that had been chewed and vomited severally,
This heart that had passed through the eye of the needle
When we thrust it to angels who abuse it,
It’s a simple phenomenon play or gets played.

Mindful empathy
Extraneous apathy
Comes telepathy

I hear
your heart beats
across ocean

Its waves
in frenzy
cause commotion

Grey clouds
swirl above
consume our blues

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[original version]

i could sense you were thinking about us
when I looked up
and watched the Moon
streaking through an overcast sky
the same crescent,
I knew you were watching
in that moment of the craving

Flakes bounce and dodge through the bare limbs
completing their journey to below
as this day's evening slowly dims
and a slight chill wind begins to blow.

The winter world begins to fade
colors fade to almost black and white
especially in cedars' shade
whose canopy bans ground snow from sight.

Then into a land turned almost dark,
like bright paint splashed on a grim gray wall,
the contrast between them bold and stark,
flits a bright red cardinal.