The truth. My truest.

It is in you that I have trust, In us that I have dreams, In me that I have hope
My dear Brigitte, how much can I miss thee.
The days I have with you, times to live in memory
Never forlorn, just insanely missed
My dearest lady, how often can I think of you.
I've never loved one like you, to quote, "I am home"
Wherever I am with you, wisdom I know is true
My truest love, no words or time will ever be enough.
In dreams I have your hand, when I awake I steal your voice
Songs sung for true love are my bedtime story and my waking glory.
I dream of home with you

More Heart

The day I will remember forever
you showed up in my town
across a country on wings
with little expected
life changing it became
you became mine, and I yours
dreams of holding close
these became my reality
inspired I now write
of a struggle to ensue
the longest distance from your touch
a life to build
unreal it seems
to think this way
though
now common in my brain
not just tomorrow
nevermore
a place to call home
for more than a heart
I love you
forever and more

10 years in the making

moving away from these places
deep seeded and dark
now missing for the moment
a hope for greater times
a path laid with clay
forever able to change
no stone paths
unmoving in their placement
a road destined for new direction
under my skin
I see this
in me, and in you
holding moments
placed in boxes forever
so it seems that was no lie
ever waiting for an encounter
has happened
to wait no longer
continue to sit at the wheel
drive the change
shape the future
in you I can see this now
like never before
in her I have hope
I find strength
to be better
to live with endless laughter
more than a lover
no silence feels strange
more than a friend
all thoughts are allowed
to live without you
simply would not do
I will bring you to the mountain tops
sing by your side
and say it aloud
for all to hear
all to see
I love thee truer than any
proven by a decade
dedicated to another
be mine and I am yours
no poetry, just honesty
till the end of days

further away from here

It was the worst of times, it was the best of times

.Banff life has been exceptional.

work that makes money, and another for memories
paddle with two oars, for more than just gratuities
the Bow and the Spray offering places to play
it takes no genius to find a place to stay.

So set up the trade shows
and play in the raft holes
find solace in rock walls

their grips to make you grimace
bring twin ropes
climb pitches
for hopes their new heights bring new visions,
to see further west
...
or east,
or wherever.

Find flight without feathers
seek smoke without fires
heat from a flame can push the bravest
away

this is for freedom
for exploration
recreation.

I hope to see more

Everlasting existence based on linguistics

The prior post happened to come from the depths
the current title may be misleading
there is no science here
I persist
but not in the pursuit of greater scientific knowledge
still struck by curiosity
are the page views people?
if you read this... say hi?
an endeavour on my part
to discover the online community
locked in parenthesis on a blogger stats page
herein lost without poetic structure
only short sentences lacking proper prose
perhaps it is worth it to propose a greeting and an idea
if once read, help to create a thread, which will offer words from inside my head
...
nonsense
early in the morning
with funk music playing
the buzz is fading
no more false rhyming
ing
.

Dragon Born

For the darkness.
the heroes came to our sides
who seek out dragons for slaying
but had only a torch to bring light.
hidden from the aura of the bright light cast,
beware what is behind the shadowy veil of its brilliance.
we keep the most dangerous, closest to our hearts
believe that it is mine, your light is not welcome
a flame which will go out, a flame which will pass.
and my dragons will grow, tucked into my shadows
they are mine, and their they will keep
...
and in keeping to themselves
I can keep to mine also
to tend the sheep, for dragons must eat.
life is lusting for a hero with a worth to match
a warrior bearing warriors hearts
wielding more than just torches
beware though my dragons will come
with fierce intent, vicious ruby eyes hell bent
hide thickened by the eternal night
tattered wings more capable than appearance could belie
beware the dragon,  for when it comes
warriors hearts are its claim
....
the darkness will pass
this evil retreat
light will be shone
I tell you
the legend still grows.

So long Kamloops

Sitting alone now in an empty house more full of memories than accessories
Left alone to clean this old abode we called a home
More holes in the wall than a dartboard would allow, shit
Hope the landlord likes board sports
Filling the silence with playlists and heavy dub
A void now unavoidable, I create the need for more audible situations
longboarding solo, Sahali is my bitch now
It's loose gravel and sand patches which create road rash and fast crashes
All is well in this empty house, two days left
Awaiting the zombie apocalypse, left out mini swords and a knife collection
To slice and dice any opposition
For now it's just words and typing, verbal slaying
Emcee destruction without a real function, just frustration
From whence have we come and where shall we go
But fuck it, let the beat drop
Dancing like no one is watching, because fuck you, no one is
This is how life currently is
Pure bliss, people to miss, no lips to kiss, just lyrics to dismiss
Back to scrubbing, fuck