Victoria-Grove - April 2006

Birch seeds fallen on concrete.
Can't grow through the cracks of the density,
Fir trees trapped,
& burts bees on my cracked lips.
Chapped spirits.
We stroll on asphalt faded soles.
A familiar dream, manicured to the seam,
Perfectly cut and clean.
Can't eat ornamental food it's too crude
With pesticides they hide the truth,
So we believe it not fit to consume.
And who are you to tell me what to do?
Your judgments make you the fool.
"Preserving" trees in padlocked schools,
Where no-one dares to break the rules.
Cause advertisements work,
Those jerks are cruel.
Manipulate our stool, into toxic pools,
Of brown harbor jewels.
Feed me feed me, please,
I need to drown my fears,
In a sugar coated promise of utopian years..... and yet....
With every step I take away,
I feel the vibe change,
Rearrange.
Left behind the mange,
Of things that make me crazy.
Of places lost and hazy.
The city slowly phases out,
Mental drought,
Confused and doubtful,
Morphing into old growth camp pull.
A force undeniable.
Cedar trees call me, to celebrate the victory.
No more concrete.
A "lot" for the elite.
Penetrate no more, infiltrating force,
Cause here birch seeds fall on fertile soil,
And the elixer of life doesn't have to be boiled...

Puppets - March 2006

So in this age, it seems apathy reigns,
As all the rest, I feel I'm just the same.
A bleating lamb, to follow in the pack,
Still blending in although I may be black.

And when your near, I judge myself so much,
And then I fear, my input is of no use...

Now for a while, I felt I'd broke away,
Eating of the sweet grass, instead of hay.
But once a look around, will yet reveal,
This shackled ball, and chain around my heel.

I could read and memorize, until my eyes fall out,
But this time, it's the doing that it's all about...

And led we are, by puppets on a string,
To the belly of a wolf, by our next of kin.
And one attempt, at living on the edge,
Will send these shepherds, into a fit of rage.

Box em' in beat em' down, put em' in a cage,
Any necessary means, whatever it takes to save face...

It's in movement cross the land, where I feel most real,
But it seems the only way out, is to stand still.
Up down back and forth, I could run away forever,
I guess the only thing to do, is come to center.

Still when your near, I judge myself so much,
But now I know, my fears are of no use...

Manifestation Plantation - April 2005

Manifestation Plantation,
Wanna take a vacation,
Into uncharted waters,
Take a hit of this blodder.
Fill up your boots,
Walk in your neighbours shoes.
Split side...
Don't hide...
Now gimme the news.
Are we going to war?
Have we gone too far?
Mushrooms...
More fumes...
Commin from your new car.
& our standard of livin',
Means we ought to be givin',
Got a lot...
So hot...
Now what are we doing?
Well I'm down on my knees,
Tryin' to save the trees,
But these official bastards,
Keep givin' us hastles.
So we're blockading the future,
Cause to me it looks putred,
Take it back...
Make a stand ...
Cause we're livin' like fugitives.
Now this air in our lungs,
Like takin' hits from a bong,
Full of smoke...
Take a toke...
We need food not bombs.
& our kids will be hard pressed,
To take a clean breath,
& these GMO fields,
Like corperate fishing reels.
Where their raking in cash,
Locked in a secret stash,
Never share...
Don't dare...
Their afraid of the crash.
But the crop never stops,
You'll shop til' you drop,
Think your hot on the top,
Of your 80 foot yact.
They're privitising the lakes,
Like they do to the land,
& thier Bottleing water,
Like LSD in a can.
Then they mark up the price,
Keep the poor in a vice,
Now's the day...
Make em pay...
Now heed our advice.
Gotta work for the boss,
Cause now life has a cost,
So kiss your ego goodbye,
Take on a new kinda high,
I'm just tryin to get through,
Wish they could see this view,
Nothing left...
Take a breath...
On no their taxing that too!
So manifest what you like,
Gia needs to take flight,
We're gonna put up a fight,
Until you can see the light.
& we're reclaiming the streets,
Cause every tree has it's rights,
Take it back!
Make a stand!
I wanna live WITH the land!

Max - March 25 2005

So he spiraled into life,
Alone, with eyes closed,
Now he spirals back to death
Third eye, and reborn.
Cause these woods are dangerous,
We're putin' highways through forests.
SUV's and trucks ignore us,
And Death to destroy us.
Unnessesary endings, and a sadness livin'
Good Friday, Full Moon, and your Television...
While cars are killin friends,
You still sit in indecision.
Standing over lifeless bodies
Reassessing my position.
The root system of these games,
Run deep and are entangled,
In silent cries and deep sighs,
That come from every angle.
We walk along the concrete,
With two legs instead of eight.
But oh what tangled webs we weave,
Coincidence...? Or Fated...?

Cathedral Grove - March 2005

Out here...
The plants they breathe,
We feel their plea,
Their calls we heed.
We set them free,
To grow as beasts,
The towering trees,
In canopy's,
Of evergreen leaves,
Not toiletries.
The drums release,
The fire heal and yields,
New seeds on stump fields.
Way out here,
The plants are free,
So let them be,
And fall asleep at peace,
But please!
Keep it clean,
So we can keep breathin',
Steeping our tea,
Makin' ends meet,
Playin' beats,
What a treat,
What a fleet,
What a bunch of hippies...

Full Circle - March 2005

Do you look at me now with lust, or disgust?
Mistrust? You might, you must.
Cause wasn't love lost?
In the midnight minds, the shadowy kind,
Now I find we're living like mimes,
The only contact is through the eyes.
Solitary nights awake and not right,
Wondering how many times the words were held tight.
See from where I stand it looks a lot like,
You had one foot out the door not ready to fight,
Cause you think you'll give up your rights,
Compromise sound for sight.
& you were ready to go continue the flow,
From hot to cold but had intentions of gold.
And what have we learned now?
The tables have turned now.
From cold to hot to find your god,
Yet still I can yearn for that which has burned,
The truth is stretched have we come full circle yet?
Or am I in debt?
On who's shoulders does it rest?
The fate of the world, a cyclical curl,
A spiral in motion or enlightened notion,
Continues to grow in the hear and now,
We reap what we sow remembering how,
To take a chance, make a wider stance,
Maybe move away, closer than the doorway,
Come in & play,
I mean you don't have to stay,
It's ok...
You can leave when you want to,
Cause I'm not stoppin you,
You wanna find truth baby do what you gotta do.
I love you.
And that's alright.
Cause like a toss of dice,
You came into my life,
And gave me flight.
Like a falcon dive, or tip of the scale,
The hammer head hit's the top of the nail,
Cause life...
It goes on and I grow strong,
Enough to write this song,
And live along side of you,
And not hide the truth.
Still the question remains simple and plain,
I wanna know what do you see when your looking at me?
Cause I refuse to believe you fell out of love with me,
If that's the case it wasn't love in the first place.
Compromise smell for taste.
A warm embrace in haste,
And that look on your face,
That makes my heart race.
The potential is there,
If you have the will to care,
Or do you dare?
Compassionate time to share,
Your mind is yours to bear I know....
Some places there you don't want me to go.
So if you wanna be alone just let me know and I'll go,
Sometimes I wanna go home anyway but I'll stay,
To face my ghosts,
A skeletal maze.
Until the circle is closed,
Don't want to run away.
In cylicibal haze,
Lost and crazed in a daze.
So give me the credit I'm due,
Just wanted to be with you.
And now you gotta tell me,
What the hell do you see,
When your looking my way,
Or when our eyes meet...

Freedom of speach - January 2005

Permission to speak freely please...
Don't leave.
I'm wrapped in tears, and burning ears
That never hear.
My mind's too loud, sirens sound.
Poetry in motion, With hardly a bound...
Ravens fly by, lets just get high,
Watch the fire some more,
And roll in my sorrow.
So maybe tomorrow, the winds will die,
The ocean sighs, as we drift on this island.
The minds eye, never open wide.
Vibrations. Temptations. Precipitation.
Thoughts never ending
On this permanent vaccation.
Swirlin round, without a sound
Never stayin to be heard.
Adding to the furry,
Frustration. Anticipation.
Is it too late now?
Aching, taking my time,
Skating, on thin ice,
Trapped in a vice,
Permission to speak freely,
I need some healing,
Need to start feeling.
Need to keep dealin out the
Cards that got me reelin.
Live in the now,
Try not to be proud,
Can't remember how,
Forgetting to allow,
To speak free...

Hitchin' Ditty - July 2004

Where you goin' to?
And can I join you?
I don't take up too much room
Just tryin' to get to where I'm goin'
I'm just passin' through
I got my best friend at my heel
Got my guitar in tow
Gotta go with how I feel...

Vancouver River - November 2004

We block this river off from taking it's course
We re-route it and pollute it, it wasn't mine or yours
We chew it up, spit it out,
Abuse it and loose it...
Can't get enough land,
Hold it in our hands,
Now this river belongs to man.
I wanna go to a place that's untouched,
It's to much.
Take this journey to a lush,
Green forest, wild horses,
Fittin' in with the forces,
Of nature, zero hatred.
Livin' on our own course,
Unlike this river, now forced,
To flow against the grain,
Never to be the same,
And yearning to return,
To the state from whence it came...

Summer School - September 2004

Rainy days
In how many ways
Did we breathe and wonder
Something to ponder
So many nights of restless slumber
Guitar chipped
Dry lips
Silent cries
Knowing eyes
Lest we forget
Our mystery
Or heaven spent in a Beech tree...

My Song - Febuary 2004

Self inflicted Obligation,
Creates unwanted hesitation,
Undoubtedly resulting,
In this frustration.
Heading down the causeway,
Of constellations.
Can't wait to be patiently,
Waiting in train stations,
Sitting on the curb and smiling,
At passing strangers.
And stranger they get,
As the ones that I've met,
Roll out of sight,
Across expanses of land,
With my guitar in my hand,
That's where I'll stand.
And play for the streets,
And every bystander I meet,
Will seemingly stride to the beat,
To the rhythm of my heart,
To the rhythm of my guitar,
To the rhythm that is,
Life and death and life and death and life and death...
Until it takes away my breath.
And I realize,
That even now,
The course is mapped out.
My role is without a doubt,
Meant to be played now...
In full...
In full...
Every step I take,
Brings me closer to the right place,
Have faith in the day,
Have faith in the hour,
In the hear and the now.
This is my choice.
This is my voice.
I live inside of my chaotic emotions,
And try to come clean,
Try to be free,
And try to be me...

Healthy Vitality - July 2003

Healthy vitality,Originality,
Helpin' to bridge a little gap in me,
Right down to the core of my, Being,
And together with the rest of my, Family,
We be playin' now with creativity,
Creatin' all the faces of the music scene.
We put the brush to the wall,
And make it happen,
Everybody's jumpin,
& Snapity snappin'...

We gotta make a call, do what you will,
With cans of aerosol and a vitamin pill.
We got Monty Hall and Laura Casey,
Joey Taylor's doin' somethin' spacey.
Gettin' a thrill from this mural painting,
I never thought I'd see the day,
My heart is racing...

Jump into this face and just fucking do it,
Brush to the wall and get your body movin'.
We got some awesome talent,
And some helpful hands,
We got Brian doin' Marley and Stan the man!
We got all the time, in the world,
That's why I'm writin' these rhymes,
In my room...

Thinkin' about the faces of the music scene,
Cause we are layin' the foundation,
For the artist zine.
And I'm rhymin' a rhyme and boppin' in time,
Never livin' a lie, never gonna die!

Helpin' to break into a better frame of mind,
And now you just try, to bring me down,
Cause I'm on cloud nine, in this St. John's town.
Open a can of originality,
Bridgin' a gap in me,
Healthy Vitality...

Spinners - 2002

Relationships untangled web,
Liquid beads on a single thread,
That ventures out until it's end,
And tangles up but once again.
To toss away and start a new,
Replacing drops of morning dew,
To add upon forgotten waves,
Always there to see it through.
Paths will cross and take their toll,
Forever hills and valleys roll,
When your outside looking in,
The webs are tangled once again.
Colors, shapes, and tones of skin,
Depth of feeling from within,
To help the spinner form it's silk,
And build a castle out of string.