The Audience is listening

The Audience is Listening

To every word spoken and thought of.

To every person that had ever listen to what another person

said or expressed to them.

What is it that we take from the void of endless banter,

and pseudo intelligence idea?

why do we still hunger from this pop idea of thought?

What is it that this void needs to satisfy it's deep deep aching hunger?

No one is listening, no one cares to, no one wants to engage this

People are tired of being lied to,

having the world unravel in front of them,

There government, there social structures, love.

Are we really listening or just providing empty smile of agreeing facade.

There is no escape from this dark age that we have fallen back into!

What is the hope that guilds them through this time in life?

I dare not say follow god or another false belief.

Drugs are not the answer, but a nice distraction from reality

that we so desperately try to escape from.

Listen, don't listen, its always your choice.

The Audience is listening. . .

May 07/12

Each Word

Words they seem to dry up like the oceans.
Long drawn out waiting for the last word to come.
Tick toc tick toc.
The moment seems to be lingering on my mind but not on my lips.
Each word, each dirty little word creeping into you like some perverted mind that dances around you then once when a moment is right you strike.
Your smiling face, your lovely big eyes, how you look, how you smile with your devaluing eyes.
How I take you in, how we find each other.
Has the ocean dried up? No, I'm speechless, lost for words.
Watching you fall asleep, slowly your eyes close then open galiantly, putting up the good fight. but who won?
Who won indeed?

April 23/12

Self delusioning rant

Self delusioning rants about nothing
And everything.
Touching on things in ones psyche
Tries to steer away from.

The rant the rant must there be a rant?
Must I stumble on my thoughts and words.
Talking about things that don't really matter.
The little things, the things that pass our everyday thoughts and are left with the hello, or good morning reflex of daily interactions with others.
Ranting, ranting, ranting, this underlying layer
Of psycho babble.
I go to sleep. . . 

Apr 11/12

Take Me Downtown

The sound of wind blowing through the downtown
Buildings.
Rattling the loose metal and glass.
Blow on the lone person sitting on the boulevard
Watching the transit buses drive by with there
Not in service signs on.
You can hear everything when no one is around.
In the distance the sound of a car racing to beat a light.
The screeching of the tires Roar in terror.
Then silence comes again.
There is no smell of fuel drowning the air.
Only the dust and loose papers flying around.
The modern day tumble weeds like the old west.
It is a ghost town at 4 AM.
Everyone is sleeping.
Everyone is warm in there beds.
And the lone person sit and waits for there ride
As the morning comes and the downtown world
Erupts with life again.
The silence is there but waits for the night to come out.

Mar 29/12



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Cyber World

Thumbing through web pages and seeing if the
Reality of life is coming through with what I see?
Image, upon image, and nothing is what it seems.
The subjective world that we all live in.
The madness of video reality that we find on a different site.
Love isn’t love in this world until you have it hard copied
Or updated your status online.
Finding truth is a needle in the electronic hay stack.
And when you find it, it loses all meaning and the
Reality is not what it seems.
Take in the show, watch the video, enjoy the cyber lover
That types away your hopes of love for 4.95$ a month.
This is the reality.
Let me blog about it.
 
Mar. 27/12

The anxiety of the day

The Anxiety of the day disrupts my daily calm.
This feeling of certainty escapes me and leaves me
Nervous and scared that I will say something wrong
Or piss someone off that I care about and they end up
In a bad mood for the rest of the day.
I put myself on eggshells.
I rather say nothing than say anything.
I rather watch and listen than feel this gut wrenching
Feeling that I struggle to get through.
If I do feel like talking to anyone I’m uncertain of whom
I should?
I’m scared of those that I should be ok to.
But I put the irrational fear that I burden them or that
They will use it against me.
I feel really alone sometimes but I’m told I’m not.
I really hate how this disrupts my day.

Mar 26/12



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Location:North Dr,Winnipeg,Canada

Falling Through Last Night

Sitting in the Backroom.
Taking off your sun dress.
Staring in the mirror with
This smeared makeup face looking back.
What happened to you?
Last night was a blur.
Did you end up going downtown?
I found myself dancing.
In the middle of a park.
Without my shoes on.
I hear the phone ring.
It wasn't you.
I now subscribe to the news.
What do I do?
But wait for you on the edge of my bed.
Staring down low to the floor.
I see the pile of cloths I tried on.
I curled up on them like my cat.
And feel myself relaxing,
Starting to fall asleep.
To sleep, to sleep...

Mar 23/12




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Location:Wentworth St,Winnipeg,Canada