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.