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Monday, January 10, 2022
Breath and breate and surrender

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Breath and breate and surrender

 Unless I take a pen to paper I will not give this computer my words again

For Paddy Moloney the Chief of the Chieftians

    

              Beloved son of Ireland 

            born to bring us home

            Pure of a water sound

            Every eye is a weeping

           The well has gone  dry

            Beloved son Paddy Patrick 

            May you be in heaven now

            I will look for the rainbows 

            you send back here to us

      

Jedi Warriors

 

 

    Jedi Warriors  brothers of peace thank you

for seeing me home you men of peace

dignified a rare breed of noble brotherhood

I felt your love  all around me you holding

the circle of  all that is good and I the same

when so much porn is exists and women

are nothing but meat you restore my faith

show me how noble men live brave honest

fierce strong and noble yes noble I wave

goodbye to you at the corner and lift the

sign of peace may the force be always

with you dedicated warriors of peace

Bruce Springstenn did not come to Denman Island

 Becky came in dreamtime

she said you stopped Bruce springsteen

from coming to denman your responsible

meantime the french man was waiting to

print my story my evidence all the details

then the retired doctor came in to enquire

The man from Scotland was running around

I shouted out the bus window at him saying

There is just too many of you mad fuckers here

Now I am reading this definately not a poem

Moving on

 The scar will not heal trauma onto trauma 

Where time stood still. Compassion Empathy

Who blew sons and daughters apart inhumanity

The people who need the most compassion 

Are those who carry the scars of the bombings

watching waiting listening I am part of WAVE

Broken again by the British Parliament again

I am disgusted as a human being to my core

The powers that be slapping the face of the Irish

Standing at the door in my nurses uniform blood

soaked victims and survivors are passing people 

who caused their pain. Honour the victims now

The problem with messages to politicans is they

are not on the same page. We cannot hope to heal

The past will be resolved. How can we move forward

It was dark and bad an evil time we cannot do it if

we remained stuck in time and place of war war war

Art was a way for me to express myself .Wounded

Looking at injustices in society and people wounded

I use my art to become a voice a voice for Peace

Silent testimony give voice to the voiceless 

medication mix up

 My heart responded to over medication

by jamming the regular heart beat beat

instead the pacemakers sent out panic

pinning of the walls no thump thump

instead ratatta rattatta new heart beat

hospital emergency medications new

blood thinner blood pressure drugs

to tell the brain to tell the heart slow

down and so it goes heart feels slow

over medicated put doctor's balls in 

a

 vice see how he feels over medicated

WIll I see you in Heaven

 I was born alone and abandoned when I was two

Possibly a twin they removed her long ago she had

My face she was my sister my twin identical beauty

What a cruel world we were born into seperated

At birth for me to be lonely forever and you what

Ashes to ashes dust to dust now do I walk forward

My heart is broken it has stopped beating in time

What can I do now I cannot put a bandage on it

It lives deep in my chest and has served me well

I ran like the wind as a child I played field hockey

I ran cross country.I walked across the north

Now I breathe with fear  of clots of strokes

I have to surrender take care and wear green

Some people do not get to die with consciousness

This reminds me of solitary confinment in jail

when I refused to wear their prison uniform

They put me in the hole and day became night

Suspended like this damn plandemic of Mr Gates

My Heart Is Broken

 My heart is broken how do I sort it out

My life my love and future I am scared

That no one will care and love him 

My heart is telling me time is up

When I thought I had many tomorrows

How do I prepare for death my death

What do I need to do what decisions

Dear God please help me sort it out

I cannot die the house is way to messy

I have letters to write things to say

Before the silence of forever takes me

How do I say goodbye to my husband

Should I find him another good woman

Oh but who could love him as I do

Something is wrong in this picture

Is that bloody smart meter responsible

For this heart beat that has become crazy

Dying is easy saying goodbye is not

The Funeral

The day warm and singing birds and death

The Duke is now well on his way to heaven

A life well lived they said a man of honor

The  man with the glint in his eye a man of love

Philip walked with Betty every day  that is true love

Suspended in time

 

 I watch my hands they glide over the keyboard letters

What shall I draw today a picture of time suspended

A pretty picute of spring when mother earth wakes up

When daffodils with yellow crowns and bluebells sing

An ode to the magic of this time of new apple blossoms 

Yes yes and yes again we rise and we are reborn to live

Despite the evilness of man who would turn us to stone

 

 

We had to leave or stay the choice was ours

You called it as always you called the way forward

Then you paid as West Jet froze your ass to Calgary

Hypodermic Trudeau punishment  for us sun lovers

The tin can homewards chilled our core bodies frozen

never think that passengers may have post coma trauma

Your body was chilled to the bone in nineteen eight seven 

 for forty days your body temperature near freezing

now that memory lingers I said take a hot shower remember

Instead you battle your life force freezing memory  all night

At dawn I drag you into the shower and your core heats up

Husband husband husband how many times have I saved you

You who never remembers where you left things your clever

that is why I married you your clever but you need assistance

God sent me to Canada all the way to Tofino to find you alone

Blue eyed one beautiful smile laughing one dancing one you

are my delight my sorrow my pain in the ass one

marriage

 Where did the time go lost like the color of hair

I look at your wrinkled old body with lust

It is in your eyes I see the light of love

What happened to yesterday and us what happened

Oh you are my sunshine yes you are my beloved

I watch you like a hawk your every step guided

Love is patient and kind Love is a tree growing

I am oak and you  fir we belong in a forest of green

I am so happy for the memories we have together

You are my day I am your night we dance in light

Avitar Singh and Avitar Kaur  you and me walking

You are laughing more and becoming the man inside

My hero my dreamer my man of sound  sweet heart

We will walk forever as one heaven bound this time

CANADA

 Under quarantine contagious maybe or not

Always time for reflection in Canada

Where snow falls forever in winter time

A few days ago I was in sunshine and heat

Now I am chilled to the bone in memory

I immigrated to Canada with sweet husband

It takes ten days to get used to bone chilling

Glad to be home missed the cats and all

WIll stay in bed till the sun shines again

Will dream of sun soaked waves and sounds

Mexico could never be my home I am north

Give me ten days to come to myself again

Give me cups of gunpowder green tea

Give me Canada. Bone chilling Canada

Any wonder the people are miserable here.

FACEBOOK

 i SOLD MY soul to the devil he lives somewhere in america

his name is mark huckleberry or someone like that a  machine

no he is head of he is a ceo central expanded organic  waepn

He uses my energy to play a game called loose your soul

He uses a weapons just like the ones I use right now I am using

a psyochoric weapons yes my fingers my head my words

goodbye

Building stone walls

 

  Indentured labor all thru time is this planet hell or what

 A stone wall built in 1649 is still standing in 2020\

The blood of the builder the sweat the tears is gone

The bent sore hands the medicine of stone ignore it

Let them take away your every last breath chuurla

Ulster I am one of your own a country lass to the bone

Fragmented demented out of my mind at two years old

Winifred Winifred Winifred who named you that name

Winifred had her head nearly severed off  by angry man

Winifred became a saint after the fact the fucker failed

She became a nun with the scar marks across her neck

My Winifred she walked every day and ate garlic and

Even got on a plane when she was eighty four for CANADA

WINIFRED  WINIFRED WIN  A BUSH IN WIN BUSH

Tripping up on old words i heard them say the elders

Ballyheather Burndennet Killycurry Donemana/Dunmanagh

Strabane Oak City Ancient Derry them walls as thick as stone

There is a city far away without a wall where Jesus died

In Rome now is not that a funny story I mean how did he

Get to Rome from where he was. Forgive my ignorance

I was schooled in nature in water in air in stone I was

A peyote medicine took me into my small being wow wow wow

Ad three wows after all this is your poem your rhytm your dance 

The greates poet is still alive you will find him on the street in

Nanaimo he is eighty plues and he is brilliant Timothy Landers

He is a solider of the heart he is a dead beat a dead ringer a bell

He is a poet the greatest poet that ever lived Tim Landers

A wee child taken and put on a train away from the war games

Today i walked on the path of stone built in 1649 by men slaves

For the stealers to rape mother earth take her silver yeah to pay

Judus SCARET.. ( I need an editor job in open ) silver coins

Oak was brought there I had a feeling that my ancestors slaves

brought seeds in their pockets to help them live in the jail

far away from Ulster far away from Donegal far away from Belfast

Seeds in the their pockets and a knife to cut of buttons

I was transported to Dungannon in a nano second stone carries

all information needed remember to keep your word always

 

a POEM FOR JOAN MY BELOVED WHEN DID YOU DIE

 LOWRY JUST PHONED AT 10 AFTER FOUR AM

 CANADIAN  TIME

NOVEMBER  12 2020 

MY TIME  

NOON IN IRELAND  DINNER TIME IN THE MIDDLE OF 

THE DAYTIME 

THE NORTH TEN AFTER NOON LUNCH TIME

SO WHAT TIME DID JOAN DIE IN DOWN UNDER

TIME TIME TIME TIME 

THE LAW OF TIME   

ON HEARING THE NEWS I WAILED

I KNEW YOU WERE DEAD AND MY HEART SOARED WITH LOVE

NO LONGER DO YOU HAVE TO HEAR THE CRIES OF THE BROKEN IN 

THAT TORTURED PLACE THAT HELL OF NO COMPASSIONATE 

LOWRY PHONED AND I DID NOT TAKE TIME TO CRY I WAILED

I ASKED FORGIVENESS JOAN JOAN JOAN PLEASE FORGIVE ME

FORGIVE ME FOR DELETING YOUR CONTACT NUMBERS

IT HAD BEEN SOME TIME SINCE WE TALKED WE LAUGHED

REMEMBER WHEN YOU CAME TO VANCOUVER ON YOUR WAY TO

BANFF YOU WERE GIVING A LECTURE YOU HAD A BAG OF TRICKS

I TOOK YOU TO THE WHITE HEATHER AND ON THE WAY HOME 

YOU TOLD ME YOUR SORROW AND YOUR FEAR YOU WERE ALONE

WORDS WORDS DAM I HATE WORDS THAT CONVEY NOTHING

LOVE LOVE LOVE ON A SONGLINE FROM DOWNUNDER YOU ARE

SOARING YOU HAVE YOUR WINGS NOW SEE YOU IN HEAVEN 

RIGHT HERE ON EARTH WHEN WE CLEAN UP THIS BULLSHIT THIS 

CORONA NOVEL WHAT EVER SORT OF FEEKING SPIN THEY PUT 

APON IT i WILL DEFY THE ODDS AND SOAR

FIONA

 Your in heaven now far from the life you lived

  so vulnerable  with no defence to withstand 

  beautiful beloved smiling adorable Fiona

drug over dose and you only twenty two 

Did anyone see and feel your pain did you

Know that life could be so harsh alone

 The way forward has been blocked into the mystic you go'

into nothing just  just be you into the mystic you go into your soul song into you soul dance into your soul frequency your a note a puff of smoke you are so real even you cannot stand your own self.become a buddist meditate on breath let go let go on I have seen the glory og God Jah jag jehovahahttps://www.outinperth.com/sinead-oconnors-new-song-focuses-on-the-black-lives-matter-movement/

The Pusher

 Bright beautiful woman open womb scares men

Violent little bastards jealous jealous of wombs

Jealous of soft gentle open wombs forgiving

Life to seeds to potential to become mother 

Divine mother you are a saint of all humanity

Evil man wants to kill womb kill your beauty

Here take this drug you will die no future now

Just a rotten corpse that is what evil man likes

Dead decaying beauty gone forever and ever

Fentanyl  drug pushing killer stalking streets

Looking for sweet smiling open womb woman

In the name of all dead  passionate sweet woman

Evil man you have not met you fate your hell yet

Stalking the community for your next victim now

Breathing your death breath ways offering a pill

Killer on the loose and silent beauty says nothing

What happened to our heroes where did they go

These now porno skanny bitches need to wake up

Wake up before you find yourself dead  as a maggot

The painting

 Speaking a thousand words I am but a puff of smoke

from the jail in ballyheather eighteen years tourtered

my body is full of mortal bullet holes of hate spoken

torture day in day out no laughter no freedom nada

torture words mostly grinding my pure soul into dust

yes I was dead on arrival at one year nine months dead

when did it begin the stripping away of everything real

I sang in the choir I went to  sunday school miss woods

cried she loved Jesus and in him I felt my  salvation

The painting says it all I barely remember doing it art

yes art releases all body pain art can only celebrate

like a secret never to be told art releases the horror 

making it easier to look at but not really I look and

see blood everywhere. In my eyes so much sorrow

how did I survive my eyes are full of  meaning my

lips are big. I have become a very tall tree.

The world has disappeared the roads are empty the streets
Except for the line ups outside the grocery stores all left
Not that it matters no not at all I mean we are born alone
We die alone and what is in between are only moments
Of laughs of rage for passion  that is so fleeing like wind
The blink of an eye the catch of a phrase your voice still
In my head yes all the conversations I have ever had ever

After all what is memory but sound and color and meaning
You make me real or you make me not  that important  ever
I am able to make me all that is within my imagination mow
Now that there is time to be aware of just being here and now
Alone with this great empty space of being inside this planet
You see now irrelevant they have made us the pandemic rules
We have become a silent dot a pimple of the face of the universe

This pimple is shouting out across the planet hey you over there
Remember when we laughed till your faces nearly stayed that way
Remember that kiss that wave that memory of us tripping along
You in your slick wet overcoat and me in my cream arran sweater
We thought the time would last the day the clock would stand still
We never thought it would all be over so fast so vast is this empty
Where are  you now in this lonely space are you afraid to speak

Awake now listen foe the sound of your own breath against earth
Listen to the whisper of the wind or the anger of that wind blowing
Human human human where is your being now you do not matter
Your only a heart beat away from death your lungs will stop you
Do not let that idea enter your consciousness dispel the fuckers
Curse them to hell and back these grimy bastards of contention
These makers of money these makers of big lies these con men

Would tell you you do not matter and do not dare you to sneeze

Communion

There is a church in our community
Built on the order of H

Feet First

Into the fire feet first flames heat roasted at 3000 degrees
I am but a memory until that memory fades I am a dream
It was all only a dream I dreamed I lived and died again
All this physical stuff the clothes the shoes the guitars
The paintings on the wall nothing nothing nothing at all
What will I leave behind now when my essence leaves
I will be the space your finger leaves in the jar of water
I lived from this date to this date I had no children now
I had a dog or two and a cat or two and a husband or two
My life was lived for love and I found love every day
Yes in the scent of wild rose or honeysuckle and geranium
In the air of the ocean or in the smell of rain in morning
When did life become so meaning less abuse does that
Not me and my sweet man but us and the world out there
The world that has hurt us so much West Jet airlines cruel
Canadian Tire Comox Valley Recreational center pokes
Make light make fun treat us with disdain head injured
We carry a wound that cannot be seen we carry a wound

St Patrick's day

Seven years you lived with your sheep
Out on the cold mountain side and ate
What a saint in training eats God knows
The Holy Spirit fed your soul no doubt
You dreamt of returning home again

Turning three

Before my mother died she came to visit me in Canada  
She was eighty five years old her hair was root black
She had a small photograph with her she left  behind
Canada was all trees to her the people said "Wow"

When asked why native Syiapapiss said wow is Mom
Mother MOM upside down we were all upside down
In my dream I was walking my feet are sure stepped
I am going back to find my shoes for this hard road

The young men of the reservation and crying out loud
They want love they want family they want to marry
We are the generation facing the damage done to us
Orphaned abandoned abused  and almost destroyed

My own story is but mine to tell my name is Sheila
Sheila Winifred Simpson Oldfield Mulholland Brown
I was McGowan in Ballyheather being molested by
the poor man who was sent to war at only seventeen

My own father was a  John Oldfield from Manchester
A passionate fling by Buckingham Palace in the fifties
The Salvation Army in Belfast made sure my twin died
Alone orphaned abandoned and abused Winifred and me

Never despair our family crest says "Never despair "
I am walking back to find my shoes and something else
Possibly my soul hidden under some rock on a stone wall

My name is Sheila Winifred Simpson I was in New York
when I turned twenty one I was offered political asylum 
Instead I returned to Belfast to take care of the bomb
blasted children in Dr. Barnardos in nineteen seventy four

I am dream walking on native land that has been paved
Listening to the young men crying to their grandmothers
We want to find love and get married we want to be fathers

My father was in the Queen's service my mother a nurse
I was conceived in England but born in Belfast a twin I was
Never to see my sister after the womb we were parted by

some damn cruel system of hate of politic of the devil him

My mother made the journey from Dungannon to Denman
To bring me a story she was afraid to tell she was killed

In some senior home her nutrition denied her hip broken

Beloved strong warrior lady of the north she went home

Riding the milky way of heaven on a great white steed  

My name is peacewalker 
My name is Moves Fire Woman
My name is Buffalo Spirit Woman 
My name is Yellow Moon
I am Dandelion 
I am Banshee a fairy woman who sings
Sun dancer who pierced to the tree of life 
for grandmother Omagh in dutch 
On our lady's day of Ascension a bomb
blew the place apart a generation of four 

On a cold pavement at three in the afternoon blood ran

In the village of Moy Winifred 's remains rotting into dust
Along side her first cousins David and his brother along
side the Simpson ladies the sisters  all have headstones 
Winifred my beloved dear wonderful strong Winifred rest

I will have no headstone
no marker 
no words
nothing grand
For me it is into the fire and into the water and back to God
Back to rejoin the holy choir in heaven to sing for my Lord

 

Brahms came to Denman Island

                       Sweetness and light like wind coming in the window
                        soft sweet wind from far of land of sun and sand
                        oh the play of notes coming together and apart
                        Catherine's hand rising and falling fingers spread
                         Like spider mother weaving passion into sound



                        Her husband Kai he and violin make love flowing
                       Flowing flowing flowing a gift from God these two
                       Sure Brahms himself is singing in the place of deepness
                       Allegro Adagio Un poco presto e con sentimento
                       Kai Gleusteen  Brahms to Denman on Holy Sunday

                        Violin Sonata and Piano Quartet no.3in d minor,opus 108
                        Summer breeze wafts through the room  violin opens hearts
                        Yes music reaches into longings in heart core strings deep
                        Brahms surly knew love of great to melt the hard edges off
                        God looks down and smiles says thank you my children

                         Sunday afternoon in the garden of Eden and paradise


                      

Grandson Owen

  Delightful lad he and grandfather making fire
  burning away old gate and banging hammers
  nine and a half year old and sixty five year old
  between them a whole lot of medicine soul time

 They got to be alone to play each other friend
 two peas in a pod in playing in the fire element

 We go to eagle point to  look over the nest
 
 At eagle point he becomes an "Owen Bird"
 Before our eyes we see this little man become
a bird with all intention his beak a plastic bottle
his arms out spread wings he  is flying around
on the ground a big "Owen bird " as eagles
real eagles on a nest listen intently below
listen and surely wonder who is this owen bird

If I were a little bird

Sure I would be fast alseep till first dawn light
Where do the wee birds sleep at night alone
Little birds who sing at dawn with all them
Little birds who share secrets if we listen
Little birds can detect bullshit in humans
Telling lies or conning as humans do
Sing my robin red breast sing your soul
Raven talks to me and mimicks my words
Crow now there is awesome bird for sure
Law light shadow and seeing in between