SHIFT THE DOG

 My heart is standing very still and I am numb with shock,I took this photo yesterday. He had so much love in him it was a joy to see him everyday. He probably died of old age and we have no idea how old he was for he came to us from down the road and his owners were so generous that they let him stay here. Thank you Scott and Shauna from the bottom of my heart..thank you for giving us this being of pure light and love and I cannot remember when that was and how long it has been. You see I saw him in a vision in 1991/2 when I came to Standing People Farm for a healing gathering. It was my first time in the inipi and he came to me, I did not realize that it was him who came all those years later on the same island. My beloved dog/god/dog my love for you was so real. I do not know how to let you go now.

The Buncrana Tragedy

https://www.independent.ie/irish-news/eyewitness-at-buncrana-tragedy-inquest-describes-harrowing-scenes-as-car-slipped-from-pier-36343615.html

           The sun is setting and the evening is beginning

           Image the car full of laughing wanes and granny

           Algae thick green slimy algae sure he did not

            even see it did not know the depth of it at all
   
            It was an expensive car a four wheel drive
   
            The devil it was  in  Buncrara that Sunday
  
            The water the blessed sacred water took them
         
            Death by drowning is a natural way to go  quick

            The screams of terror would be over fast in fact



   



 
             

Missing Jordon Alexander Holling

  My boy did not come home last night
  My boy did not come home last night
  My boy did not come home  any night

  I toss I turn I live in nightmare scream
  My boy my baby my love my life son
 Where are you dead or alive I got to know

My only son did not come home last night
My heart has stopped beating I am dead
Walking waking dead my son is  not here

When will this nightmare end when when
When will I know what happened will I
Will I ever know what happened to my son

Who are you

She said bold as brass
who are you
why are you in our parade
this is for veterans
very old nearly dead veterans
why are you here
your not a veteran
I looked her dead in her eyes
Said I was a nurse in Belfast
Picking up body parts
I was a nurse in Belfast
You did not know
About the war
They kept it quiet

I live on an island

 I have become a recluse now I love it
being alone everyday with my husband
we have a rhythm that suits us both easy
one day flies into another this romance
grows and grows and sometimes blossoms
He loves his computer his world of research
I have my own computer we sit in the office
Between lunch and dinner we share stories
Sometimes we go for coffee in the afternoon
take a ferry and drive to Courtenay north
shop at various stores it is a nice place the
people are so friendly and helpful they smile
We are so blessed to live in this island place
The beauty never fails to amaze coming home
we see the whole island bathed in blue hues
of fall the ocean the mountains the snow sky
If this is the road home we are in bliss already

I live on an island

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The Apartment

 Hell is a long empty corridor badly lit
numbers black metal numbered doors
sounds of many televisions or radios
blaring no pictures on walls no color
drab Ontario cheap apartment blocks
dim  lights number elevators that rumble
three stories or twenty three all the same
how do people live here do they lever laugh
It all sounds the same behind the closed doors
only the television blares no one is ever home
It is three in the morning I cannot sleep hot
I go to the window and there I see some men
carrying a coffin in the dark of  street lights
no ceremony here for the dead no neighbors
no community no cups of tea the corpse is
 hurried away in the middle of the night and
no proper goodbyes to the walls the cat the dog

In this slow death come to the land of plenty now
Stay at home I say stay at home and fight the right

Memory

We came in the winter now who does that
Like Mary and Joseph trudging in slush in
a dark  Ontario evening endless cars passing
we had no donkey and I was not with child
we were immigrants ten dollar Canadians
I hated him forever after that the cold bit
The central heating bled our noses dry
No one was real language was meaningless
no sound no music no birds singing winter
snow gathering in corner and large tractors
plowing down roads scrapping pavements
cold cold cold evenings and cars rushing on
winter boots with treads and big fat parkas
gloves scarves and the  blessed  long johns
two laned streets and trucks swissing by
Not caring if they splashed your legs at all
blind indifference everywhere no one cared
or faked it when they heard us talking Irish
The they would gush about being Irish but
born in some obscure little place in Ontario
Oh my God that made me so sad for their
grandfathers and grand mothers who died
died here with the longing and the memoirs
but the stories that they tried to share how
Yes over time we had to adapt learn to talk
shallow Canadian pleasant dull accommodating
no passion nothing just empty words useless

A walk in October

  The day is silent except for singing joyful darting birds
swooping in delight through the hedgerows close by
the sun has gone to Mexico and we are left alone again
this day is gentle cold yes but so awake with life within
hawthorn berries are ripening rose hips are abundant
apples are falling from trees and deer are every where

I walk down the lane I do not carry a cell I am not in prison
my thoughts are caught when I look into the sky I think
imagine if this was my last day on earth

http://clayoquotlives.sps.ed.ac.uk/files/original/f2f8c62354b7431cef6d86a329039c90.mp3

my voice is so small so sweet and so dream like. I am amazed to hear my self speaking thank you Dr, Nave Moore

Rhytm

The car the truck the engine the chaise
all wheels and rubber metal and grinding
dead dead dying in the garden of Eden
dead body in the yard what to do now
say a prayer get a blanket close the eyes
mourn and call in life yes life come back
come back no no no life gone like the wind
the forever wind blows and heaven calls out
 yer number is up come home number 22
you have work to do up here up here on the
higher levels of spirit Jason McDonald

Death

Death is stalking the island this past winter

so many died it seems an unreasonable number

why who when where and why so many at once

who attended them where is the missing link now

three ladies Brenda Cheryl and the big woman gone

with no goodbyes or explanations as to why now

did they leave by coincidence one two three your next

is someone killing them did they go see the same doctor

you never know fact is stranger than fiction death walks

amongst us and who the hell is the grim reaper here

watch wait listen see pay attention who left; three women

Glen left and Jim and  four more all in the winter months
here on our small island something is wrong I know this

Mozart came to Denman Island

 Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, baptised as 
Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart


Wood shapes horsehair bow violin cello
wood brown holes and spaces cello sweet
strings metal four string instruments sing
notes resounding and bouncing of  hearts
blood sinew space chambers beating notes
sound hands fingers space intervals silence

Piano hands dropping one after the other
notes sound pitch precision ocean waves
washing over us the audience breathing one
heart beating mind memory watching hands

This delightful man holds bow with definition

Mozart wrote the score years ago he composed
we fill the hall denman islanders mostly over sixty
Mozart came to denman from  Spain to play for us
He brought his elegant delightful passionate wife

The notes to fill our souls right there right then
my dead brother comes thru the haze of density
from the other worlds of the silent dead forgotten

While music fills expands my soul core I hear
my brother say I am sorry sorry for hurting you
I did not mean to say that cruel word forgive me

Mozart thank you for your dedication to sound
to take violin cello and scores of lines of scales
Mozart came to denman island on a hot summer
evening amidst the haze of far off burning trees
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart born on 27 January
1756
to Leopold Mozart (1719-1787) and
Anna Maria, née Pertl (1720-1778), at 9
Getreidegasse in Salzburg.

Happy Birthday to Me

I have arrived into another turn of the wheel
This day is the end of July the last day July
A month tainted with the blood of David
David King my dead brother of quietness
On a country road on the first day of July
You died you died on my birthday month
my sweet angel quiet mouthed one dear
I never want to celebrate my birthday now
I understand why you died on my birthday
My sweet dear kind adorable adorable one

Lindsay Mulholland

Brought me flowers the gardener picked

 I was fooled
 It was freedom
Yes freedom  

freedom just to be me
 

The me was a mystery
The angel with the 

broken wing 

a fallen angel turfed out
Out of heaven 

for singing a wrong note

Sound  will heal 

the universe 

 ooooohmmmm
 

The Robin's Egg

On a stone a broken robin egg the bird had flown

dear God in Heaven let me find words

On this day 23rd May 2017 my how times flies

no its no time at all 26 years ago on this day

I was walking alone in  the streets of Hamilton

Hamilton Ontario Sheila Winifred me married

me just another lost and lonely immigrant no

by now I had met  my clan my people folk

1981 Toronto on the streets cruise missile protest

black Irish coffin black coffin painted black

inside the skeleton of dead hunger strikers

I was right Jesus died in Derry and I  myself

I hungered four days sundanced myself into

glory behind the sun are many other worlds

you are my mystic you are my guru and you

yes you and you and you you are my beloved.

Hungering to The Death https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1981_Irish_hunger_strike

 Bobby Sands
Pasty O' Hara
Martin Hurston
Thomas McEl Hunger
 hUNGER HUNGER TO DEATH
SELF IMPOSED SUICIDE
GO FUCK YOURSELF THEY DIED
 THEY SUFFERED FOR FREEDOM
 NO FOOD REFUSED FOOD
 COVERED THEIR PRISON CELLS IN SHIT
 BEFORE YOU CAN LAUGH AH GO NOW
 LAUGH AND LAUGH AND SEE IT
 AS NOTHING AT ALL A JOKE
A JOKE YOU SAY Jesus WENT UP THE MOUNTAIN
THE DEVIL TESTED HIM FORTY DAYS AND FORTY NIGHTS
 BUT THE MEN IN LONG KESH
HAD BEEN BATTERED AND TORTURED
THEIR WAS NO WAY OUT FOR THEM
THE PEOPLE LET IT HAPPEN
 AS ALWAYS THE PEOPLE ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL

NO FOOD
NO FOOD
HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER 
SURE DID THEY NOT HAVE
THE MEMORY ALREADY OF
 THE MILLION ALREADY DEAD
BY THE ROADSIDE BY THE FIELDS
 ON THE PATHS IN THE TOWNS
DYING WITH THE GREEN MOUTHS
ON THEM THE GREEN MOUTHS
 FROM EATING THE GRASS TO LIVE
 i WILL TELL YOU THAT HAD I BEEN
THERE I WOULD HAVE HUNGERED
RIGHT ALONG WITH THEM YES
 I WOULD HAVE SAID OK BOYS
 LETS GO NO FOOD NO FOOD
NO FOOD BOOBY WROTE
LETTERS IN TOILET PAPER
SMUGGLED OUT OF THE THE JAIL
WITH THE INSIDE OF A BALL POINT
PEN LETTERS AND WORDS AND
WORDS LETS FIND THEM WORDS

http://www.mtholyoke.edu/~kcomroe/sands.htm

http://marcella.dreamwidth.org/14395.html

Anger

Why are you no help to me i want the bathroom cleaned
Your job seems to be making a mess to drive me crazy
That bad woman that ignorant evil thing you said she
only wanted a f--- buddy and not a long term day to day
No not the dirty dishes in the sink not the head injury
She only wants your  who cares I am the battle axe here
She is nothing but a piece of trash white trash

Love and Letting Go

He was rushed to the hospital it is a big business these days
The hospital has become grandma's house except she left
Where love words have become lost and words of sorrow
You are not dead I called the dead house you are not there
I call your number and i hear your voice thank God you alive
No vultures will pick your eye out yet or feast on your death
They circle the wagons your art your voice the know it alls
 Will kill you with bad medicine and dirty hands wash your hands
I call you daughter and say why are you so stupid can you not
hear the heart that calls to your children to live to heal his inner
pain to heal his childhood yes in the laughter of the grandchildren
We are haunted by death fascinated but afraid yes afraid to love
We have no idea how to love how to love and let go let God

In the moment of of everything

I will live in the world of sorrow
I will live in the world of joy
I will live by the breath of God

The world is so beautiful a spiining
ball with no strings attached
Our home on a big blue planet

In Praise of Cork City

We arrived from the bomb torn north to peace
The city of wide streets back alley St Patrick's Hill
We lived  in Sunday's Well and the bees nested in
our roof the old bee keeper came to collect them
How I loved the city the people the sereneness
It rained everyday till three o clock then the sun
came out and lit the back alley and brought light
Cork had seen its day of war how else did they
get the boot of their necks to be a nation once again
Cork the river flowed thru and the swans graced it
Graced us with their magnificent beauty and stillness
Quiet grace that was Cork a quiet peaceful holy place
St Finbar's bells would ring out every Sunday morning
Now In wonder I ask why did we ever leave such heaven
To come to a place without heart and sad empty place
I  will arise and go now as the poet WB Yeats said I will
arise and go now go now to meet my fate.

Humanity is losing heart

We get in the boat to visit the whales the grey whales in Oje de Libra
The launchero is a sweet young man with impeccable Mexican manners
his family comes along to make the lunch they all smile warmly and Shari
decides who goes in whose boat as we set out across the lagoon in a wind
A wind that is easy to take I am excited to visit with my big friends again
they glide in and out of the water with such ease many feet long they float
their journey hundreds of miles from Nelson Alaska to Oje de Libra lagoon
I am in the boat with three men but I am in the boat alone as I sing my songs
the songs that come from deep within my own Irish soul I sing out for them
I know my friends in the oceans know more about life than I do record keepers
I am calling them in the only way I know  I hear my self calling in the eagle
White man teacher huffs I hear his snide snigger  say there not dogs you know
I am in another world tuning my self to  into their sonic wave length thru sound
Gently they arrive swimming behind our boat they send me a picture of a dead
little boy on the beach his body thrown up from this watery grave his soul gone
Over and over they are showing me the full impact of a humanity loosing heart
The whales know the events all around the world they know that hundreds die
fleeing war torture starvation bombs smashing into their feeble clay buildings
they are fleeing the horrors to men in uniforms without heart without a care
The whales are telling me that man is losing the battle losing heart and soul
That I need to song to write to drum to light a candle everyday for the heart
The heart of the whole world

Canada is a big country and I do not owm an plane

Invitation to Quebec City for a wedding in June
I hope they have french cheese of creamy delights

Passion

The piano is ready to be played
the water ready to be sipped
the dew on the morning grass
ready to dance between you toes
rain soft and warm falling on face
surrender to these passionate moments
let your self become moist water drops
your voice find the perfect note or your
drum the perfect beat life throbs inside
take a moment to listen to wait the beauty
is all around you inside you outside you
at night the frogs are singing in the dark
the moon is changing shape the stars twinkle
listen to the in and out of your own sweet breath
celebrate your own blood breath and sounds
come here to I tell you something whisper it
can you hear what did I just say to you and you
hand apon hand apon heart let us breath together.

Flowers in Spring

The colors of spring fill my window boxes
delighting me at every turn such beauty
I want to live in a garden of spring forever
To smell the carnation roses lilac and lilies
To drink apple blossoms and make a soul tea
My beloved mother earth is giving birth again
Waking from winter slumbers grey overcasts
the sun the great heavenly father of light shines
All are happy motorbikes are racing on the road
The energy is tangible like a good fiddle tunes 

Martin McGuinness

You never lost the faith Martin you died
leaving your beloved family and Bogside
a peacemaker they  injected you for sure
damn foreign agents of war never content
your frame faded but not your sweet smile 
they talked about you as if they knew nothing
you carried a gun when you saw the kicked
in doors and old men pulled from bed late
women and children dragged out in the street
you carried a gun as any solider of war would
then you became a politician for peace making
Martin McGuinness  a true man of the people.

Jesus

You stood in front of the alter table
all I could see was the folds of cloth
your right hand palm showing out
thank you my father thank you forever
sustaining my soul as you do feeding
your holy spirit into my tired heart now
you said not to be concerned you would
take care of the whole situation wait
you said go and be free and know I am
here for you not locked up in a church
I walk with you everyday when you
call my name I am here right close
you are my beloved daughter Sheila
I am your holy father forever with you
 All will be well Mother Mary is here.

Thrown out of church

She said "You don't have holy manners"
I said "I come to listen to God here"
I got thrown out of the United Church
Of Canada for my lack of holy manners

The church has lost their holy spirit
the cross on top the father son and
holy spirit has lost the right leg
satan is in there for sure just like

A dirty shirt preying on them
that have no faith but dogma
no belief but show for nothing
watch out folks you deal bad

The United Church Of Canada
twisted followers feminist logic
anything goes except for Jesus
They threw him out yesterday

I got thrown out of church
for my lack of holy manners
In the name of the father son
and holy spirit watch out now

Back Locked

Back locked in pain unbearable pain
this is not my body not this stiffness
not this awkward defiant aching pain
was it sitting behind the wheel for days
I slumped in searing pain cannot move
oh dear God this is embarrassing me
back locked solid like a door closed
no key to open no movement possible
Ice magnesium robacaset  anything
take pain away now people staring
men standing around looking vacant
no words of sympathy no calm voices
slumped over desperately hanging on
to the cash out counter do not move
that conveyor belt I will die I know it
Times goes by back loosens grip ice
no feeling ice back walk to car ice
drive home ice go to bed ice  let go
pain is pain my love to you in pain

the comox glacier

A huge white whale draped over the mountain top
She welcomes you to the Komox  traditional lands


Traditional knowledge tells us during the great flood
The people staked their canoes to the ice and rode
The great flood on the back of her back she became
The great white whale of Vancouver Island survivors
Give thanks for her help otherwise all would have died
The great white whale sits majestically watching us
We all look to her for calm peace and a nod of hope
She is our emblem and the place of our beginnings  

Veronika Sophie Weaver

Let us not forget you Veronika Sophie Weaver and baby Grant
Let us not forget your drowning in our local Puntledge River
Your baby Grant survived such a miracle indeed a water baby
It was in the afternoon in two thousand and fifteen at two fifteen

Fast and furious when you fell in near the Condensory Bridge
Down stream you and your baby in that cold fast flowing water
Your baby face down too floating in a surging tide a miracle indeed
Local heroes jumped in when they saw your body and your little baby

Then the trained team joined in and found your little boy seven months
Floating his diaper saved his life wet and soaking his little diaper floated
A miracle indeed that Doug would have a son to remember you by a son
That would survive such a terrible ordeal that you did not dear Veronika
Let us not forget you on that cold February day when you both fell in.

Westjet Airline Company

Damn bastards threw us of a plane in freezing Calgary
1am in the morning West Jet have no heart no soul
Dam young bitches with bad attitudes no brains
Following orders we were blacklisted a year ago

THAT music

What is about the traditional music of Ireland
that irks my very soul while i want to dance
i also want to smash the very heart of it away
its all so joyful and full of nonsense lets dance
dance dane dance and forget the war the struggle
the dead lying on cold pavements or fresh blood
should have been born a catholic a nationslist
never should have been born a dour scottish
never should have been born at all to witness
to hear these tunes that curl the edges of my heart
transcend me to the forever dance the forever ceili