Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Bumpa

Bumpa worked all his life
To raise his family
He served his country proudly
Flying planes over the sea

He traveled across the country
Wife and kids in tow
Amongst his stationed duties
His family did grow

Two station wagons
And a whole lot of days
Back to Alberta
With 11 children to raise

Out of the Military
and back to school
To become a prof
Teaching golden rules

Retirement at last
2 careers, a full life
over a half century of marriage
to his loving wife

A quiet unassuming man
Inner strength that is great
Never missed an opportunity
To show me that I rate

Saturday money, pocket change
A quarter here a quarter there
It was not about the money
Just showing us that he cared

He thought I should marry
Become an honest wife
Common law marriage
Was not an option in his life.

He did not approve of all I did
And sometimes had his say
But he never let me doubt it
As love and acceptance was his way
BjM 1-30-7

Monday, January 29, 2007

It would not die

The lights went down and we sat in silence for a moment. The curtain opened to a young woman sat alone in the middle of the stage, a single spotlight upon her. A simple maiden’s dress had never made such a statement, her hair was brown and long hiding her face as she slowly lifted her head and spoke.

I used to have it all - you know
That was before it was my time to go
A house a car a Yukon too
I could buy all I wanted, even a ski-doo
I had to run I had to hide
I had a pain that was deep inside
I tried to kill it but it would not die
I had to medicate it I don’t know why

I don’t expect you to understand
Its not up to you, it’s my hand
It’s a mistake, I should know more
I’ve traveled down this road many times before
The life of an addict is what I had to choose
I can’t win when I’m expected to loose
I see that smirk upon your face
You don’t understand the demons that I chase

I see your face the shame in your eyes
For me you are, just another good bye
I know I hurt you, I hurt me too
You can grow from yours; I will do what I do
Go on now; time to carry on with your life
Hey take care of the biz, the kids and my wife
I’ll be back you never have to worry
I will repay your good deed with my rage of fury

I’ll take what you give and then take some more
I’ll cheat and I’ll lie to settle the score
Who do you think you are, saying no to me
I will show you how vengeful I can be
I will sue you to get all you have
I like to hurt others just for a laugh
When people tire and support me no more
I’ll just get the enablers to enable some more
BjM 3-15-05

I do not begrudge you for your past I do however begrudge you for your future.

Friday, January 26, 2007

The team

My soul is deep inside, a hidden part of me
It is what drives me, to be all I can be
Mind and body, heart and soul, the players on the team
When we work together we are an unbreakable it seems
Its important to keep each part trained and strong
For once the game starts, it can carry on very long
Some times the parts work alone, to give the others a rest
Balancing the solo acts, is a big part of the test
Be careful to never use one part past what it can endure
Overuse creates failure this I know for sure
As I build my body I have to work my mind
Working the heart is easy, remember to be kind
The Body gains strength from carrying us along the way
The Mind grows by solving puzzles and our thoughts through out the day
The Heart grows strong by giving love and embracing what we get
The Soul is nurtured through acceptance it is harmed with regrets
Opening up your heart can fill the world with love
Look past the negativity learn to rise above
When opening the mind the only limit is you
No need to over think just know you have thought it through
The body is our vessel for the experience’s life holds
With out it we would miss out a lot, only knowing what we were told
Our soul maps out our travels, linking our future with our past
An imprint of our journey what impression do you want cast?
BjM 8-21-5

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Who opened the door?

Who opened the door?

I feel as thou I have been stretching for days
It all started in a big open space; I was a mere spec in the haze
The room is getting smaller; the walls are closing nearer
The camera has moved in for a close up and all the space has disappeared

I did not understand the darkness, until I saw the light
The light is bright and scary; I retract away safe into the night
My eyes must have adjusted I knew my world just fine
Clawing scratching and kicking, holding myself back from the line

Something powerful was drawing me, towards the big bright light
I am being pushed and pulled towards it, I turn to face my plight
Which way is up I wonder, wait the light is in the floor
Carefully pressing onward towards the floors small door.

The door is getting larger as I grow near
I see something out there, is it something to fear
I try to move slowly, this is how I sneak
If I move a little closer I could steal a peek.

As my head draws closer, I begin to smell the air
I cannot hear a sound, but I see a lot of big things out there
I try to move backwards and feel a hard push from behind
I don’t want to go out there and making me is unkind.

Suddenly it happens there is a hand around my face
It grabbed me and yanked me, out of my safe place.
Pulling me into the light so bright and cold
I watched them cut my tummy, I felt them make a fold.

Upside down they turn me, before they slap my bum
Did I do something wrong or was that just for fun
They dip me in the water is it me they are trying to harm
Wrap me in a blanket, and hold me safe in your arms

The sound of your heart beating helps me to calm down
Releasing all the trauma of my arrival to this town
I feel your love surround me safe and warm once more
I guess you were the one, whom opened the door in the floor

BjM 7-16-05