Tuesday, December 06, 2022
The Price of Punishment
Thursday, September 15, 2022
September 15 1975
September 15, 1975
I did not hear the ring
Upon the fence I climbed
I saw my father leave
I heard the ambulance chimes
Without a spoken word
I could feel the fear
The world about to change
This was very clear
I heard my mothers voice
The facts she did unwind
Death had taken grandpa
Upon the fence I climbed
BjM 9-15-14
Monday, January 18, 2021
The First Game
A broken soul, a lost child
Found a place to belong.
With 8 other broken pieces,
Together they were one.
At 6 yrs old we gathered
We didn’t know the names
But one of my clearest memories
Was playing that first game.
I knocked the ball deep right centre
And headed for first base.
They told me to keep going
So I picked up the pace.
I could hear the cheering
as I rounded second base.
I then passed My teammate
Dragging her as I raced.
Crossing third it happened
The Ump declared me out
I remember the anger
And the words that I did shout
The ball is no where near us
How can I be out ?
I hit the ball the farthest
There wasn’t any doubt!
The problem is, No passing!
You should have slowed your pace.
And let your teammate go first,
before, you crossed the base.
He was the first ump I yelled at,
The first to boot me from a game.
There were many after,
But it wasn’t quite the same.
His face turned red in anger,
But my coach gave me a wink.
It seems he took exception,
To me calling him a dink.
From that moment forward,
Our team began to form.
The beginnings of the framework,
The calm to all my storms.
The lessons that life taught us,
In those 4 days a week.
Whether the others knew it,
They were the solace I did seek.
The nicknames we garnered,
Are like a secret code.
Of all the times we gathered,
Just Off Foritana Road.
Diamond fours my favourite,
Although we played them all.
Something about that corner,
And how far we could hit the ball.
Ten plus years as teammates,
We gained and lost a few.
But those that stuck together,
Were bonded strong like glue.
We were a band of outcasts,
That found a way to fit.
We won many games,
And didn’t take any shit.
Riding to our games,
In the back of the pick up truck.
Cruising through the city,
Tossing pennies, pressing our luck.
There were no parents watching,
Or caring what we did.
For we lived in a time,
You trusted others with your kids.
The lessons that life taught us,
Or we learned the hard way.
Are what laid the ground work,
To the person I am today.
We trusted in our teammates,
And listened to our coach.
He laid down all the wisdom,
He had the right approach.
I am for ever grateful,
For they saved my life.
Giving me stability,
In a world full of strife.
The walk down memory lane,
Seems like happen stance.
Of intermingled childhood,
Of those who took the chance.
It’s really long past credit,
For the foundation that was laid.
The teaching seemed so simple,
We just thought we played.
BjM 011821
Saturday, January 09, 2021
Feigned
Feigned is our outrage
At the latest trends
But change is only afforded
To those willing to bend
Wanting alone, won’t help you
More needs to be done.
Gather your Keyboard warriors
And their only Sons
Fight your own demons
Stand for a belief
Don’t hide behind idealism
And expect to find relief.
Change can not afford you
Wearing that tinfoil hat
Pull your head, out of your ass
and go, and check the facts.
BjM 1-9-21 cvd
Sunday, October 11, 2020
Monday, June 15, 2020
The Music isn't in Me
Let IT GO
How Does it Work
Sunday, April 26, 2020
Clock Ticks
Day turns to night . . .
Light fades to dark . . .
Noise dissipates ..
Silence does not repair ..
We wait ... ... ...
Clocks tick ..
Seconds turn to minutes ..
Minutes into hours ..
Tick tick tick ..
Count the Mississippi’s..
And wait .. .. ..
BjM 04-26-20
Sunday, August 25, 2019
When stuck inside ones head
Encompassing the good things
Encouraging the urge for flight
The demons were all masked
A cushion for the pins
Of questions never asked
Happy is the facade it doesn’t last
Shine a light upon your soul
What shadow does it cast
A hint of happy remains
The sadness of reality
Courses through our veins
Struggle through the days
When stuck inside ones head
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Joy
She packed up and moved away
I can’t help wanting to follow suit
It’s too unbearable to stay
It’s not a single thing
A compilation of acts
The fight has gone on too long
Let’s just present the facts
The details will just bore you
Don’t feign that you care
Demise is what’s inevitable
The fight was never fair
A burden placed upon her
The weight gave the strength
But beyond the smoke and mirrors
The fight can’t match the length
Know you’re not a saviour
A keeper of the smile
It’s just that iron curtain
Gets heavy after a while
A life spent pretending
Distracting with intent
Look at the shiny objects
Until you feel content
A life seems like it’s wasted
From the outside looking in
The engines now on empty
The lifeblood running thin
Take all the thoughts that matter
And put them on a shelf
A collection of the happy times
It’s the sum of the wealth
Joy left the building
The bitch just moved away
Not sure you can keep her
Not sure she can stay.
BjM 8-13-19
Tuesday, August 06, 2019
Untold its still a Story
no matter the content.
Untold it's still a story,
a series of events.
Actions can speak volumes,
there is no trust required.
Words can seem like lip service,
coating the rhetoric in which we're mired.
The beginning is too painful,
the middle is just wrong.
The end’s the thing in question,
is the story short or long.
A life is saved with kindness,
knowing someone is there.
An idea you can cling too,
when you forget somebody cares.
Sometimes it doesn't matter,
the pain is far too strong.
To overcome the darkness,
they've been fighting far too long.
Don't take it so personally,
It isn't about you.
The pain just overcame them,
they didn't know what else to do.
A story can end swiftly,
lacking reason or rhyme.
For unless you are in the fight,
you can not gauge the time.
BjM 8619
Saturday, July 27, 2019
6 Years
The Ink marks the date
A rocky road we traveled
The keeper of the gate
of lessons meant to teach
The examples that were set
Did not match the preach.
Of actions more than words
For proof as in the doing
Not following the herd.
12-12-17 BjM
A decade ago
A couple of kids, hung out, just for some laughs
A wineskin, a party, a walk to a car
Who could have guessed, it’d ever go this far.
Time spent on the road, where there is no place to hide
Broken bones, road races, camping by the lake.
Bike rides, quad trips, Our lives been pretty great.
The path that is less wandered, does lead us where we go.
Thankful for the memories, although they are far from done
Never forget, what's important like the Race, which I Won!
62919 BjM
Six Two Nine
Makes it Dub Trey
Who'd a Thunk
we'd see the day
From races ran
to places lost
been worth the price
At twice the cost
Had some fun
seen some things
Even though
we had no rings
Pick a path
stay the course
Living a life
with out remorse
I never knew
you were the one
I promised to stay
til it was no longer Fun.
BjM 6-29-17
Friday, August 17, 2018
Globe Cafe
In the Globe cafe'.
With DMac Touc and Wildy
and all the hours wasted away.
From that moment forward,
our lives have been entwined.
Through all that madness,
we found some ties that bind.
The hours we've spent laughing
or crying on the phone.
No matter what was happening,
I knew I was never alone.
On your day I salute you ,
as this year comes to an end.
Of all the things I call you,
The favorite is Friend!
BjM 16-08-18
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Friendship
Look back to all the cookies
Do you choose to nurture,
Thursday, November 10, 2016
They Say ~
Be kind to one another,
It’s empathy they preach.
Kindness in small gestures,
That’s surely in our reach.
Or who was voted more
Today the world went backwards
Lost some values from its core?
Intolerance, is a distraction!
For the fear that lies inside.
When really, we should be minding
The spaces in which, we reside.
Don’t buy the propaganda,
Your soul is not for sale.
Division begets conquering,
We know the end of that tale.
If you can’t stand for your beliefs,
Without knocking others down.
Perhaps the issue is closer to home,
Never mind who the country crowned.
To defend an action,
That is not your own.
May just leave you standing,
Casting others stones.
Be kind to one another,
It’s empathy they preach.
Kindness in small gestures,
That’s surely in our reach.
BjM 11/8/16
They Say ~
Be kind to one another,
It’s empathy they preach.
Kindness in small gestures,
That’s surely in our reach.
Or who was voted more
Today the world went backwards
Lost some values from its core?
Intolerance, is a distraction!
For the fear that lies inside.
When really, we should be minding
The spaces in which, we reside.
Don’t buy the propaganda,
Your soul is not for sale.
Division begets conquering,
We know the end of that tale.
If you can’t stand for your beliefs,
Without knocking others down.
Perhaps the issue is closer to home,
Never mind who the country crowned.
To defend an action,
That is not your own.
May just leave you standing,
Casting others stones.
Be kind to one another,
It’s empathy they preach.
Kindness in small gestures,
That’s surely in our reach.
BjM 11/8/16
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Please Stay
Compass
Scars of a past
Learn to control it
Learn to outlast
Patterns of behavior
Take long to forget
Engraved are the memories
Creating the regret
If Only the happy
Lasted half as long
A warm and fuzzy feeling
Like your favourite song
We let the fear creek in
Until a river forms
Too hard to stop it
So hard to perform
Rise above the madness
and the pain that it creates
Surround your heart with kindness
and those who can relate.
Let happiness guide you
Follow where it leads
Don't wallow in pity
Get out and do good deeds.
The contentment that you long for
Is already contained within
Learning to bring it to the surface
Is a good place to Begin.
Making this your practice
Will enhance pleasure in your life
Fight past the negativity
Rise above others strife.
Let good feelings guide you
to find your true North
When you feel the fear a rising
Pack up and go Forth
BjM 7-28-16
Goodnight Mavis
Senseless
To wash away today
Sometimes we do with laughter
Sometimes to hide our pain
Senseless tragic acts
Just scatter through our lives
Tossed about like shards of glass
You shouldn't step on twice
We ask all of the W's
The answered aren't shared
They just leave us believing
People turn bad and nobody cared
All too busy chasing things
And playing with our phones
How can we concern ourselves
With other people's homes.
The anger washes over us
At senseless acts like these
Sadly though it settles down
It quiets all our plea's
A life that's gone full circle
Or gone before their time
A momma and her baby
There can't be reason or rhyme
I leave to you to ponder
These thoughts out of my head
As now I'm finally ready
To snuggle in to bed.
Good Night Mavis
I Love you XxX
BjM 7-14-16
Saturday, April 09, 2016
TFF
the best one that I had
He left the world at 96
I still feel kinda sad
A man of great honor
Served his country too
A provider for his family
Now what will those twits do
The ones who took advantage
The ones who used you
Perhaps its time they learn to walk
a mile in their own shoes.
May you find peace on your journey
And finally get some rest
And know as far as grand~dads go
You were the very best!!
BjM 4-9-16
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Changes
A friend whose far from near
A friend you keep in your heart
A friend that you hold dear
A place where one can safely
Say all the words out loud
Tis the path of our journey
A badge I wear quite proud
A rambled on sentence
To you makes so much sense
And you don't even charge me
A penny nor a pence.
For you are mine buddy
My P, my long lost pal
I met you in the green room
Where we raised some hell
Twenty years come and gone
Kids have now both grown
No more bath and bed times
No more teenage hormones
As the clock ticks forward
New challenges emerge
Kids are both out working
It makes emotions surge
When the dust settles
Life will level out
With out a question
There was never a doubt
With all of the worry
And planning their fun
Your care and attention
Is what makes ya a Great Mum
XxX BjM 2-20-16
Friday, February 19, 2016
Loving an Addict
Everybody sees the Addiction
We watch the addict slowly die
The pattern of behavior
You see it in their eyes
Always ends in the same way
The addict keeps on going
Without any friends to play.
Eventually they’ll notice
That they are now alone
All their friends have been replaced
By people without homes
Addiction will take everything
Because they place it first
If they could love more than the drug
We could all avoid this curse.
Never give them money
Always stand your ground
Listen to them carefully
Sometimes it’s only sound
They need to ask the question
There comes a time to choose
Do you want to live this life
Sneaking off to use?
It’s best they lose your number
Enabling them isn’t wise
You’re the brunt of all their anger
You get to witness their demise.
They don’t want to hurt you
They just want their fix.
The poison of their choosing
The cycle makes me sick
We go to their funeral
Gloss over all the crud
But secretly remember
They gave their life for a drug.
BjM 12-8-15
Seventy Four
There was a beginning,
Or more of a start
The memories flood forward
Our ways will soon part
A reason to go
A quest for my freedom
With baggage in tow
Think of the firsts
Mask over the lasts
Our time in the valley
Yea we had a blast
The time that I lent you
Oh it broke my heart
To come home and find you
Crumpled needing new parts
When we rebuilt you
The truth was revealed
A moment in time
Secrets concealed
Lives became altered
Friendships were strained
After the dust settled
You and I remained
We spun some tires
And ran from the cops
But there’s nothing like being
Airborne waiting to drop
Cruising the avenue
Foot to the floor,
Looking for trouble
Knowing the score
Kids in fast cars
Limits abound
Can you imagine?
The things that they found
The memories are plenty
The scars slowly fade
But there isn’t a moment
Of this time I would Trade.
This time shaped my future
As I carved out my past
Learning life lessons
Cruising round, driving fast.
BjM 12-8-15