do you ever get the feeling
that you are part of something
much bigger than you
much bigger than your small little life
do you ever get the urge to talk to the stars
as if they were your most intimate love
do you ever feel the earth's ryhthym
dance out from the soil
charge through your body
and surge through every pore
back out into the universe
do you look at a wildflower
and see yourself
brilliant and perfect and divine
do you ever hear a song and know
the very vibration
the very soul on every note
also resides in your heart
can you meet someone in the street
and with a look in the eye
know
KNOW
that this is a person
you will love now and forever
if you can then you know
you know already
that we are not who we think we are
we are so much more
and we are waiting
impatiently
as the earth bleeds
to be discovered
and if you can't
what are you waiting for?

these words are not mine, and I don't even know to whom to attribute them, but the simple, divine wisdom of this message compels me to share.

"Better a silly girl with a flower than a silly boy with a horse and a stick."

she doesn't know you
she doesn't know what you hide
she doesn't know you already broke
the sacred vow
she doesn't know you
your heart
your words
your song
she doesn't know you
she doesn't know you

the bright path of the glorious moon
before me
oh power-full goddess
of the sky
wise grandmother
please share your secrets
break open my heart
flow through my veins
pulsing from life
a gift
bestowed on me
by sister earth
bring forth your truth
blind me with your beauty
let your beams penetrate my earthly body
swim in the warm light of your being
let me drink from you
grandmother
so i may share your strength
with our sisters who suffer
our sisters whose hearts
are still shielded
from your grace
let me be the vessel for their love
for their desires
let me be hope
dance with me sweet grandmother
sing one more song of joy
and show us the path to love

so i went to see alice cooper
and profundity struck
he brings the unreal
unthinkable, unspeakable acts
drenches them in blood
and evil
vomit and bile
and throws them at our feet


cheering him on
we ask for more
as the truth emerges
these absurdities
these horrific twistings of the soul
are but an imagining
that we can stop
when we want to stop

i wanna be elected

starflower
glowing through the tears
that cascade down your lonely cheeks
brave enough to douse this world of hatred
once and for all
yet too tired to
pick up your sword
this night, this darkened night

dear goddess warrior
please guide me on your lonely path
in your grief
help me shine light
into the mush hole

i am sorry

it's time to take each others' hands
dance boldly with grandmother moon
walk softly on mother earth
cast long shadows with brother sun
to claim what is ours
together

i'm not your muse
so when the time comes
for you to put pen to paper
voice to mouth
steps to feet
don't expect me to be there
on the sidelines
cheering you on
you have to cheer for yourself
when you do that
i will be watching

i am beginning to see my life as something far greater
than this small self i have created
i want to go for the deepest truth
i want to allow a greater responsibility to come in
and live through me
i want to ask where i stand with the cosmos
i want to become an opening into what is possible
i want to live boldly and not ever be afraid
good night, dear dear friend
fellow fire tender
please don't stop what you're doing
and i promise, neither will i

i lifted your heart off the sky tonight
and tucked it deep into my own
i am not a collector
but i carry things
until they weigh me down

from the tranquil porch
comes the raw beauty
of nature
arriving when ready
disrupting flow
or is it flow
shifting skies bring
wild bolts of light
and gods wrestling
over ancient beefs
and i become a raindrop
quenching my mother
who asks for nothing less
and nothing more

a reminder of lewis carroll's brilliance
incase the mundane erased it from
your mind
some call it nonsense

i call it brilliance

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

like alice
i am yearning to be free
like alice
i will push you till you scream
and then i'll push some more
like alice
i'll always
fall in love with
madness
and like alice
i'll doubt and stew and
wonder
until i act
and then i'll know
i've lived from the
heart
like alice
i'll long for love
and place
like alice
i'll live boldly
with purpose and
passion
even when i feel neither
like alice
i'll meet every challenge
with love
and a smile
and determination
and like alice
i'll slay the
fucking jabberwocky

that insipid moment
that blight

it follows my iris
like a lie
who claims truth

yet clinging
to such banality
can only be met
with
scorn
and self loathing
of the very worst kind

invisible membrane
across the
delicate hold
isolating realities
dismanteling dreams
lovers become strangers
on these
faultlines
of the soul
to dance wildly
or to resist
is a question for
the moon
tonight

a word about marriage

the baggage of a thousand years
wrapped around a finger
will never
rival the feeling
of a tightly wound curl
around a finger
on a hot summer day
when there is nothing to do
but get lost in the clouds together

December 2009

so, i've been thinking
about changing my curtains
the ones in the back
the colour is off
but i'm puzzled

the bodycount grows
mothers wail
the alarm

you see, my walls are grey
well, light grey and dark
and my curtains are brown

the smell of blood
rises in the ashes
this is not holy blood
that flows between my legs

and i'm really not sure if brown
and grey
well, do they go together
like, is there a show i could watch
that would tell me
what
to
do

this is the
blood of death
of
horror
of
evil

so back to my curtains
which i will surely
close
soon
because i can
because they
keep out the light

from the bombs
that scorch and scar
kill and maim
the innocents
the children

speaking of children
i must wake mine now
all tucked in
happy and warm
safe and
loved

who will love the
terrorists
who will love
those
ripped into pieces
by them
what do i do
where do i go

i wrote this in december 2008 to an american friend...(a somewhat accidental american)...must have been for obama's innauguation. i think my message has been consistent and the unearthing of this poem is timely

tell them that Canada stands in solidarity
tell them that the revolution starts now
tell them that artists are taking over the streets
tell them that in London and across Ontario
we are organizing street parties
tell them that on Jan 20 we are shutting down
a major street in London
with music, love, peace, and freedom
tell them we are going out into the cold
to dance with reckless abandon
tell them we are dancing naked in the rain
tell them we want them to join us
tell them that houses across the nation
will be lit up with joy
and hope
tell them brothers and sisters stand firm
tell them that there must be no more bombs
tell them that we will not stop
until we live in the world we want
tell them we are with you
and tell obama that if he fucks this up
we are taking over

surge through life

find your spririt souls
dance wildly
and never doubt

i never wanted it to be you
a thousand lies couldn't
change the pounding surf
in my heart
these rhythms don't lie
they don't

oh come on you fuckers
i know you're out there
reading, waiting
waiting













what the fuck are you waiting for
why are my shoes off
while you still wear white sox
with sandals
you know what you need to do
you know who you are
so do it
be
you
the goddesses will make love
with you forever
if you do

so
who is ready
to change the world?

sign up here

tonight, on this vulnerable night,
i defer to bono and U2

Something is about to give
I can feel it coming
I think I know what it means
I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to live
And when I'm flat on my back
I hope to feel like I did

'cause hardness, it sets in
You need some protection
The thinner the skin

I want you to know
That you don't need me anymore
I want you to know
You don't need anyone, or anything at all

Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know, which way the wind will blow
Who's to know when the time has come around
Don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

In summer I can taste the salt in the sea
There's a kite blowing out of control on a breeze
I wonder what's gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened to me

I'm a man, I'm not a child
A man who sees
The shadow behind your eyes

Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know, where the wind will blow
Who's to know when the time has come around
I don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

Did I waste it?
Not so much I couldn't taste it
Life should be fragrant
Roof top to the basement
The last of the rocks stars
When hip-hop drove the big cars
In the time when new media
Was the big idea
What was the big idea


Music: U2
Lyrics: Bono and The Edge
Strings: The Edge
Backing vocals: The Edge, Brian Eno, Daniel Lanois
Produced by: Daniel Lanois and Brian Eno
Engineered by: Richard Rainey
Mixed by: Richard Rainey

if
you can't keep up,

reach forward for a sister or brother's hand

make them

look back

ask them to help you

and if you're looking forward,

remember

to look back over your shoulder

every now and again

pick up who ever you can

we all have to go together

suppression

is a disease

of the soul

and it will eat at you

till your guts vomit

black bile

onto your dinner plate

when goddesses come together
shit happens
when goddesses come together
the dancing begins
the earth is crying for us, sisters
i know you hear it
she wants our bare feet
and rhythym
our passion and desires
she wants to hear our stories
our songs
she is asking for our tears to
wet her parched skin
she is ready to bloom
she needs the goddess collective
to bring light
to the darkness
are you with us?
we are many
they are few

t's time
do you feel it?
you are asleep if you don't
people are starting to imagine
something else
people are starting to manifest
something else
but we have a lot of work to do
many are still sleeping
and women have an important role
we are the ones who know another way
we already carry that ancient wisdom
in our bones
in our souls
all of us have it
but we need to help each other find it
we already know the way
we need to rise up together
help our sisters stand
take her hand if you need to
too many of our babies have already died
this is not war
this is a revolution of the heart
this is the revolution of love

you can Always choose how you feel

status update

wendy has come to terms with
the fact
that she might have to go to jail
for the things she believes

http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=52456dd558&view=audio&msgs=1299367fb128bd5c&attid=0.1&zw

a radio interview i did for our university station

dear canada,
i believe i need to give informed consent
before i bend over and take
anything up my ass