So What, Who Cares?

  
He found me pumping gas for .85 cents an hour
I would top it up, all on an account
This gorgeous stingray, top always down, except when it rains
It rains a lot in this little hamlet name Port Moody
But in the months of summer, the sky always blue
And not because it’s was sad, no no
He offered me a ride, to a place where I could learn
Paid me to sweep floors, wash his car, walk his dog
He gave me books, made me read, asked me questions
Where he and I would gibber over a glass of whiskey
A man can hold his liquor until his lips quiver
Babbling fool, drank to many under the stool
Know when to say no, every choice has its consequences
Years pass, I’ve mellowed out to find my place
Still in that little hamlet, tucked below mountains by the sea
The smell of the ocean, is a part of me
I want to die, it could be now or tomorrow
When it comes, I’ll accept it without malice nor sorrow
Everything comes to that point in a continuous time, the end
Mr. G is retiring, he has no heir to his name
He sold his company, so he and his wife can live happily
The bill of sale had one stipulation
That one particular employee has a lifetime contract
His job, for as long as I am alive
Ran away from home where love did not exist
Lived free like a blackbird, pecking to find food
Digging a burrow to keep warm at night
Made my way across this country
To that little hamlet by the sea
Pumping gas
Sweeping floors
Reading books
Listening to him
Now, I’m the new GM of his company
So what, Who cares?
Mr G does

Ax

Hey Dolls and Dudes.
Wanted to pay tribute to my boss. Mr G
He really did save me. He paid for me to finish high school.
Taught me the business. Made me a better person.
He doesn’t know I write poetry. He thinks I’m just this silent dumb kid. How does an 80 year old get away with treating a 55 year old like a kid?
Damn old fuckers. Oh, hey not you George. You’re an awesome old fucker.
Thank you Mr G
The dad I never had
Who is, in my heart, better than

πŸ™βž°β€οΈ

sadly a few coworkers did lose their jobs. it makes the entire ordeal the past 2 months bittersweet. happy for those secured but will always hurt for the ones gone.

Emerge

  
A half-century disappeared, like the flash of time that is now
Born into poverty and blamed for the cause of despair
The hand, that rocked my cradle, for years wouldn’t care
So much, as to show one ounce, of compassions soft brow

School was a daycare, no one there gave a shit
Notes sent home, unread and tossed in the trash
A verbal reply was enough to know, I was punished
Fuck You, all I said, under my breath, I don’t care one bit

There were a few, I knew, who lived on the streets
Young and old, sort of the same story
Dad’s, Mother’s, Sister’s and Brother’s on a different journey
But safe, was the feeling, where one can be at peace

Violence on every corner, stepping on someone’s turf
Graffiti artists getting high, spraying back alley shooters
Entrepreneurs picking cans and bottles out of dumpsters
Beach bums who found a place, on sand, watching the surf

Mighty lessons were learned along the way
Three men and a boy, is a signal of danger
It set in motion for this cub to hide and wander
A life of solitude near tranquil mountains I stray

A once a day, no more, no less
Tomorrow is tomorrow
Yesterday’s sorrow is over
Yet the pain, still leaves, a mess

A word appeared out of the blue
Came from the sky up above
A moment of knowing love
How birds trust to follow a line, that’s invisibly true

A thought, an idea, it erupts out of nowhere
An inspiration that triggers a spark
It ignites the desire to fire up a joint
Creating a verse to be read and to ensnare

The idea of poetry, that would capture your eyes
Set them ablaze as letters rise and dive
Feeding the thoughts in my head alive
How your individual colours has become my disguise

Emerge, a sonnets love that would embrace
Emerge, a haiku, that splits a sparrow in two
Emerge, a poem, that says I love you
Emerge, a story, of a lions face

Ax

  

You Are Beautiful

  
Hush little one, don’t you cry
Forever is so far away
Don’t worry about it coming
Tomorrow is a new day

Afraid to leave the room that holds the secrets of my heart
Afraid I stay inside, when the world turns about
Spinning on its axis, rotating with a life force flow
These words wish to be heard through screens aglow
When darkness comes with a sound of silence
Where echoes are snuffed by its deathly radiance

At night, the dark, shines bright
A twilight zone, the door fades away, to light
A calling of my name, to music played
Drawing me to rise, floating into the outside
Struck by the sun it burns my alabaster skin
As it warms, it coats a body frail and thin

Sounds appear, filling my ear
Never before heard, a world as dear
Smiles exist, from faces looking up
Cheerful on the day, I stopped giving up
Venture on exploring
What once, was ignoring

Words appear, from my mouth
They travel from north to south
From eyes, a dark chocolate brown
To the soles of, Chuck Taylor All Stars
You Are Beautiful, was all I said
A roar, vibrated in my head

You Are Beautiful, I said again
And again, it came out plain
once more, You, Are, Beautiful
In a way, that is most unusual
Eyes reflecting back, they stare
Into the eyes of the same, from a mirrors glare

Ax

Self-Worth


Feelings hit with a calming sense,
filling the lungs crisp, clean, fresh,
it soothes a heavy-hearts pain,
a wanting cry, to belong.

The stride to glide,
slides with a child-like beat,
above, the day hovers,
below, the night waits to rise.
Singing along to a whistling tune,
it becomes a favorite song.

The shinning sun spreads its warmth, kissing cheeks,
waiting for the moon, in full to appear,
before a magnitude of glittering stars,
hope grows strong.

There is something between you and I,
a wordless touch of souls,
where silence comforts a joy to breathe,
the same air, it’s rare.

A reaching hand that strokes near yet far,
it lends itself in a most beautiful way,
a special kind of affair,
answered in prayer.

The only agenda,
is that we’ll be there,
as friends,
who really care.

Anger and pain will rise,
from time to time,
let it out,
to say what we will.

In life, struggles seems to find,
words not meant to be kept inside,
we’ll take the bitterness,
and swallow that awful pill.

When words are not enough,
only action has the right,
to believe there is a way,
self-worth, is worth it, still.

Ax

Haven’t been around as of late, BC rain can sure be a downer but had a bit of sun today. Staring out at the Golden Ears and Mount Baker WA. always gives me a boost. Nothing more majestic than snow capped mountains to dream with.

Pitt Lake, BC Canada, one of my hiding spots πŸ˜‰

Pitt Lake, BC Canada

Send In The Clowns

  
Send in the clowns
A permanent portrait painted white
Inside, he bleeds out, with a smile on his face
He plays the fool, flops about like a goof
Rolling and falling, soda bottle squirting
Driving a tiny little mini in circles
Crashing into a wall, made to look real
Just to get a laugh, from the crowd at his misery
At the end of the show the cannon blasts out
A drawf, who flies through the air and lands dead
The crowd howls and hollars at the spectacal ahead
Not knowing, that fucker was really, dead!
Blood splattered everywhere, it oozed over the sand
That fills the center circle, under a tent
The Big Top, The Biggest Show On The Road
Pinned to his little poka-dotted jacket
A note that basically said
The End

I’m In Love With You

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At night, I can hear the blood in my veins,
Rushing
Insane tingles, the nerves mingle with,
Flow
Down beat heavy on the bass, my head,
Crashing
Speedway fast, zip! internal engines,
Roar
High on the banks, taking the curves,
Screeching
Straightaway blur, hitting top speed, here I,
Go…

Kaleidoscope colours whizzing by
My heart racing to the speed of sound
Breath, steams the glass, fogging
The heat so intense, the mist becomes dust
Thoughts in my head explode with visions
The setting sun, to my right
The waxing moon, coming from the left
In the center, is life
It grows beneath our feet
We inhale the air filled with hope
We taste the bitter and good
So that it may be understood
We are here, to the end
So put the petal, to the metal
Plenty more laps to go
Let’s take this show on the road

Ax

hey gang. this is for you. all my friends who visit.
thank you πŸ™β€οΈπŸ’›

Mouse On The Moon

  
Below a sky that transforms from blue to black
Where the night twinkles with stars on track
Comes to gather and watch, tiny creatures
A glowing wheel, peppered with craters

Run, run, running to the edge of the earth
As it rises, a jump to grasp and capture it’s worth
Claws grab hold of ghostly air
Falls to the ground with a longing stare

Comrades laugh and tease their brethren fool
The moon is too high they say, such a stubborn mule
This cheese in the sky is for the gods
Not a frail mouse whose stacked against all odds

The little mouse twitched a nose and closed his eyes
His tail slowly curled, to dream in hushed lullabies
A tale of a magical ride that goes beyond reality
To where dreams are made of fantasy

With twigs, a lattice made, twined with angels hair
Step above another, reaching high with care
Clouds abound that holds in place
As he climbs above with a smile that lights his face

Mouse on the moon
A story to swoon
Filling a belly
Heaven in a cheese deli

Ax