peek a boo

there are things that cannot be unseen
you sir
and your naked lower half
are one of those scenes

tails

my wife and I run
but she broke her bum
and I've messed up my lung
inactivity is toxic
a severe pain in the coccyx

Cheers

Sometimes you want to go
Where nobody knows your name...

forward

there's this urge to control
to be validated
but letting go
lets me go
places

sharing stairs

five flights
143 steps
calls for high fives
sweat, tears, laboured laughter
lead me
to a better view
a better life
a well deserved beer

movement

recycled information abounds
we're so eager for that sound bit
that will change our days
but again and again
we're reminded
the secret to a well lived life
is simple
hard work and letting go
keep reading if you wish
but change happens when you flip the switch

we move along making decisions and getting into shit at the speed of life and then wake up old. 

fellowship

table full
of
food and love
prayers go up
with eyes wide open
cause we need to see
be sober
drink wine
eat bread
dine
remember me

leaving dust

it's a building
not the Church
investing in the material
ignoring the spiritual
you look so pretty
with your lovely noose
unable to enjoy
incapable of living
always at war
with flesh and blood
while devils steal, kill and destroy
nose up
you miss what's happening
weep with those who weep
laugh with those who laugh
cry me a river
immature baby
i'm walking ahead
catch up if you wish
arms wide open

Destination Square

Goderich is a gem.  Location is second-to-none, and our downtown core is getting dressed to the nines.

What we don’t have is an identity.  Bayfield is the Quaint Village With Money.  Grand Bend is the Happening Spot for Twenty-Somethings.  St. Jacobs is The Market.  St. Mary’s has The Hill.  Blyth and Stratford scream Arts.

Goderich, well… we’re a conundrum.  Blue/white-collar, a PeeWee town with a beach, newspaper with no freelance, skate park vs. bird sanctuary… We lack an identity.

Attracting retirees to the most beautiful town in Canada? Done and done. It’s good for our economy and worth investing in. Easy.

Now that the Industrial Revolution is over, what do we do for the sweet moolah?  Attract the dinks… dinks as in Dual Income No Kids!  Those are the people we want here spending ALL of their expendable income.  But they’re not here. Why? What are these people looking for?  An experience.

Dinks need to know our name, then come here and see some effin’ activity: people selling cool shit, cooking cool shit, playing hard, beaching in style, crowding into pubs, smiling and laughing under lots of lights. They need to crave the status boost that a weekend in sexy ol’ Goderich offers.

Check it: Classy fire pads, benches, a bar and waterbike rentals – all down at a freshly-sanded beach.

Boaters out into the evening with the lights on, triathlons and races of all sorts, pompous trail signs and tours, bike rentals for a dollar, basketball nets all over the place – random outdoor workout equipment, even.

Fireworks for no reason, buskers, retro outdoor movies, tons of live plays and comedy, tours of local shops that make yummy stuff like jewellery, guitars and chocolates.

Farmers’ markets, sidewalks sales, bathrooms, food carts everywhere, stores open late.  Get those walking street plays back… a vineyard or two on orchard line… outdoor massage; cool-looking taxis; a fabulous mayor who scraps antiquated bylaws..?

Physical fitness and emotional wellbeing are all the rage – and for good reason!  We’ve got what city-dwellers need!  But where are all the big, brassy advertisements telling them so?

“Destination Square”.  Peeps should cry themselves to sleep if they miss a day in Goderich.  They need to be packing up their laptops, moving here and telling their friends.

It wouldn’t take much.  If locals go crazy enjoying this town and honking their own horn on social media – with a few tweaks from council – we’ll land ourselves on the dinks’ GPS as Destination Square: The Place to Be.

take me out to the...

it's a snowy spring morn
and we're up with it
he's waiting at the door
ball cap grin
small town boys
city bound
home runs
parking lots
and hot dogs

bringing light

holey red barn
full of life
stories of old
you stand strong
through thick
and thin
we talk
as sun sets
through boarded
grin

next

journey's ending
body's sore
planning begins
shortly
stoked to the core
first things first
a little rest
meditation to
bring out my
best

My Goderich

if i could live
anywhere
with geographical pros

i'd need a
lake
trails
a unique downtown core
farmers
selling produce
and a candy store

i'd want
4 golf courses
a marina and
sand
i'd look for a boardwalk
and multi-million dollar building plans

it would be nice to have 
10 churches
2 arenas
maples and birches

only the best medical care
and
a committed cousel
with a dedicated
mayor

a splash pad
a horse track
a museum
for my lad

oh
and schools
and pools and
mennonite made
stools

it's a lot to ask
but...
dog parks
2 sunsets a day
all kinds of resturants to feed my hungry

now i shouldn't
but i'll go on

close access to cities
with airports
a must

i do have a snowmobile
and a triathlon lust

places to use my racket and pole?

it's an extensive list

but that's how i roll

hard

pushed around
he hits
for survival
subconsciously fighting
for his right to
equality
options exhaust quickly
limited by
a meagre repertoire
of coping skills
his pockets shallow
his connection to power
nil
the taste of control
short lived
now caged like an animal
he regrets decisions
no choices at all
salt stings wounds as
tears find way of least resistance
he wipes them
envious of their
freedom
purpose

seeking growth

you spend your days
looking for hard times
nights deliver
'cause hard times
aint the least bit
hard to find

the past bit hard
left scars
hard to figure
why you
question is
what's next

it's not right to judge
but reality isn't always
right
it's up to you
to fight
reach for a new
height

my position is unclear
hate to say it
but i fear
your route
but friend
i'll give you the benifit
of the doubt

tell me what you want
impossible things you
desire
let's lay it down
take steps
and
conquer

calm down

where to live
here?
there?
questions whirl
head spins
"ask and you will receive"
"be still"
"my burden is light"
"do these things"
"until i come"
"i'll send you a helper"


now quiet heart
eases racing mind
fright, fight, flight
fades away
and we wait
as we work
wondering at this strange
design
this predetermined plan
and i smile

who am i

remembering ima
temple
not a shot glass
rebel...
i don't know
more like
happy guy
till you jack my style

trail

a little dirt between treads
boots quite at home
where...
fallen branches rise as
walking sticks
ants scurry about
enlightening sluggards
families breathe deep
holding close these
precious memories

moving too fast

there's a peace
that passes me
at high speed
hard to figure
tough to grasp
in silence
i realize
that peace
is
still and
waiting
easy and light

the good fight

not all talk
it's
a close walk
a fine line
between
caring and falling
getting wet
grasping with all my might
gravity's rebel
reaches out
holds tight
back to the boat
mercies new with morning
light

sayonara

drink bottle mixed breed
usa bottom
china top
lid flips
flops
as jobs sail
caught in an
epic system fail
to the almighty dollar
all hail

brush

paint a board
lay it on
show the world
art

not okay

haha
fights
bout things
dumb-ass little
things
don't

the way it is

strange seems to be
the way
the norm
so why all
the normalizing
strange

24hrs

beaten by late nights
and
daytime fights
fermented fuel
and
chemical synthesis
keep pain far
from this
high smiling fool

the way

R u wondering
bout
The path
The journey ur on
Well
R u happy
R u doing productive
Shit
Well then
Get on
Go

energy

blonde
blue
energy flow
leaving nothing
alone
untouched
unloved

big and little

so big
so little
heart of gold
shining through
losse teeth
and
sea blue eyes

colour

human
colour burst
words can't express
precious mind
a rare find

brown eyes

deep as his
brown eyes
in love
with beauty
finding acceptance
close by

Smile

Happy smiles
Smiles happy

coffee time

rolling quarter
reflects
smiling faces
family
in love
blessed
with the simple
things

Wheelchair tracks

Where Rubber has met
Road dirt snow
Show us
Inspire us
To motivate
Rally
And
Go

acting out

nice guy
thinking slowly
internal conflict
check
situational turmoil
surrounded
systemic forestalling
done
nice guy
acting badly
sadly
where were the
ordinary heroes

planes

turbulent piss
aww shit
did i ever miss
the mark
then it hits
the option to sit

finding beauty

teetering on the precipice
of paradise and home
the final grains of
ocean sand
find land
and the hour glass whispers
beauty found
near and far
grace for sinners
heaven bound