Passing by

The days and years roll by so fast
until you wait and then they last
Unless you live, not just carry on
all the days will roll into one

As I sit and ponder life
interupted by the duties of a wife
It's a good thing that these are there
or i'd spend my life sat in my chair

With out a purpose, or a reason to live
A soul runs out of things to give
Day turns night and night turns day
I slowly and silently pass away
12-5-07 BjM

Disease

Is life about the answers
or the things we ponder most?
Why is so much unknown
we are not new on this post?

Will we always have mysteries
things we may never know?
can they find the answers
before its my time to go?

Do the answers pose more questions
broken links along the way
whats left to discover
can they find a cure today?

will disease stop spreading
the smarter that we get?
Or do the bugs get stronger
proving to us we are human yet!
BjM 9-21-7

open close

closed off emotions
with an open mind
mocking others decisions
the armor of our kind

think fast speak slowly
remember what you hear
words make good weaponry
when people get too near

Clever

Where does clever come from
this is what I ask
is it a learned behavior
or something in your past?

Intelligence comes from study
experience comes from life
wisdom is from somebody
knowledge from the wife

wit is self protection
not humor, as some think
a way to deflect the questions
a way to stay in sync

clever is just different
adapting means to ends
not everyone has it
including some of my friends

where does clever come from
this is what I asked
is it a learned behavior
or something from your past?
BjM 9-16-7

Wishing

I dropped a penny into the well
In with it, my prayers fell
deep in the water, to the end
my hopes and dreams, I did send.

Pray to the fairy, of the wishing well
will they be granted. I sit and Dwell
Close your eyes, Drop the coin
to a place where, Whys & because's adjoin

Is there a place, one that exists
or did I drop a coin, into an abyss
what happens to the thoughts, out in the air
is there a gatherer, whom pulls them into a lair

A lair with answers. waiting for questions to match
with every morning, comes a new batch
there must be several employees, working this task
it would take 700 just for the questions I ask

Perhaps they are angels proving their worth
performing good deeds, atoning things done on earth
paying a penance, for all their crimes
matching the answers, and doing their time

BjM 8-15-07

Waterfall

Sitting in the forest looking at the trees
the water rushes past us must move mission incomplete
winding down the mountain stream swelling to the right
the power of the water destroying all in her sight
she races fast down the hill taking twists and turns
leaping over ten foot cliffs her inners boil and churn
in the spring she rages, delivering winters spoils
refreshing and replenishing the work at which she toils
swelling to her banks, spilling on the road
using all she can as her mission unfolds
soon the others join her, finding their way down
the power is so mighty, she makes a deafening sound
when she reaches the bottom, in a clearing she rests
spilling to the ditches, a breeding ground for pests
the birds flock to her, to drink, bath and float
a great place to raise their young, a great place to boat
Sitting in the forest looking at the trees
the lake is down below, serene, mission complete

A Motto of Life

A motto of life,
doesn't have to be cold.
To overcome strife,
and let your dreams unfold.

Dreams are worth sharing,
they fill your heart with love.
The risk in not caring,
is that of a single dove.

So hold on to your purpose,
hang onto your dreams.
Reach to conquer indifference,
and look past what it seems.

A motto is yours,
be it true or profound.
For as long as you believe,
your dreams will be found.
BjM 12-6-94

Koda

Endless bounds of energy
Waiting to be burnt
Walk me run me play with me
Show me the next trick to be learnt

I like to chew I like to dig
I must be kept very busy
When I rest I dream of
New ways to drive my master crazy

She yells she screams
Her face turns red
She lectures me
And sends me to my bed

I lay and recharge
Til she’s not mad
She lets me out
Tells me I was bad

I look at her
With puppy eyes
Until I can see
She’s about to cry

She gives me kisses
And cuddles too
I know she loves me
I lover her too
BjM 4-10-6

Gone

A certain sadness fills the air
at the realization
you are no longer there.


I know you observe
somehow somewhere
gentle guidance , kind words


Watching over looking out
your love is felt by all
there is not any doubt.


Sadly missed, memories fond
sitting in your chair
fishing at the pond.
BjM 03-07-07

Many Questions

To struggle with indecision
and not know where to turn
Does this make us stupid
or is this a process to learn
We rely upon our experiences
influenced by what we see, feel, and read
Some delve deep into the meaning of life
others get by with only what they need
Life holds many questions
some answers may never be found
will we ever find the truth
in all the lies that have been wound?
BjM 9-20-5

My Eyes

In my eyes lies the truth
a window deep inside of me
Glancing tells so little
I can control what you see
Looking from afar
shows the masks I wear
ask me some questions
only ask what you dare
Sit with me and have a talk
you may gain my trust
this is none to likely
but do try if you must
In my eyes lies the truth
a window deep inside of me.
BjM 12-12-5

The Rollercoaster of my life

Awake, the sun so bright
the air so calm,
I strap in for the ride.

To work, fresh and ready I arrive
the phone, the boss
Up the hill we climb.

Friday, call the friends
make the plans
Down the other side.
BjM 11-17-5

Phone

The phone rings
it must be a call
Who is on the other end?
Do I care at all?
It might be someone important
with good news to share.
It could be a charity
asking how much I care.
It could be my mother
inviting me for dinner.
It could be my father
telling me my teams the winner.
I head to pick it up
the dog gets in the way
It stopped oh no I missed it
I should get call display.
BjM 12-3-5

Snow Day

A Snow day
Just may be
Mother natures way
to say to me
home you stay
spend your day
at rest and play
BjM2-26-7

Link engaged

Sorry I was writing,
Trying to connect
All the broken pieces
There's more than I expect

With each word a story
A lifetime to unfold
Masked behind the shame
Now waiting to be told

Hidden in the shadows
Of my complex mind
Are the well kept secrets
Of those who are unkind

One must see the darkness
To appreciate the light
The adjustment is uncomfortable
Must resist the urge for flight

For fear of being like them
Life of darkness and shame
Look into your self
There is no one else to blame

Choose the path of kindness
Walk into the light
No matter how your tempted
Try to do whats right

It's not about religion
Just what's right and wrong
The choices that we make
Determine if our life is long
BjM 2-17-7

Gateway Food

I used Smartie’s casually
Alone with no one there
One day it dawned on me
To find a friend and share

At the high school party
A place to find friends
I want to be popular
Before my life ends

They stood in a circle
The most popular girls
I looked on in awe
At the glamour and curls

I mustered up my courage
With new box in hand
I would ask a question
Hey, where did you get your tan?

That was it I was in
Clever as a fox
Just waiting for the moment
To share the contents of the box

I reached into my pocket
And slowly revealed the candy
I was so excited
Everything seemed so dandy

They did not want Smartie’s
She tossed them aside
I could not believe the look
Of disgust in her eyes

Smartie’s are kids stuff
She said, reaching in her purse
Lifting a small brown bag
I have never felt worse

The colours are so vibrant
And powerful she said
These must be used with caution
You can get in over your head

Then they pulled me closer
To share the secret they hold
I stood mesmerized watching
Waiting for the scene to unfold

Green is the most powerful
Taking one she said
Show a green to a boy
And he will go were lead

Try the brown first she warned
Before dropping them in my palm,
OK I assured her I would
But, I was anything but calm

I looked around for peering eyes
And when none could be found
I popped the brown one in my mouth
And slowly I unwound

My knees got weak immediately
The room began to spin
I can’t describe the pleasure
That my mouth was in

It took a few moments
But I now understand
Smartie’s are kids stuff
But that’s where I began

Now I find myself a slave
To the vending machine
The sound of loose change
Makes my heart sing

Digging through the sofa
Searching for quarters on the floor
Scrounging through moms purse
Behind the closed locked door

I am not a thief
I just have a great need
Others don’t understand
I have an addiction to feed

It is my ecstasy
My Valium too
Nothing else soothes me
Like M&M’s do
BjM 2-17-7
{For Berner with love}

Seventh Grade

Scared, alone, I wandered
Into the big new school
With the other strangers
The girls were dressed like fools

It was only yesterday
My world was so pure
Now I feel so awkward
Inept, unpolished, unsure

Artificial and phony
The start of seventh grade
From class to class we traveled
Like some weird parade

Everything is done for show
Contrived without intent
Unknowing the infliction
Imposing what is meant

Utter teenage confusion
Contention and strife
Ingraining all the patterns
The forming of our life

The basis of beginning
Adulthood on the rise
Coming to existence
Trying to reach the prize

Can’t wait until we’re older
Try to rush right through
A deep need to run from
The thorniness of you

Maturity has short memories
Of the long path walked
The lessons of our travels
Repeating things once balked

Redundantly we wander
On the road we made
Relying on the knowledge
That we learned in seventh grade
BjM 2-10-7

Begin to End

As a baby I cried out
It got me attention
There never was a doubt

As a toddler I acted up
They oh’ed and awed
Said I was cute as a pup

I started school became the class clown
The role suited me
I had the act down

As a teenager they called me bad
They used to encourage this behavior
So why are they getting mad?

As a young adult out on my own
Feeling sorry for myself
Getting hit by the curves that life has thrown

Finally; an adult at last
Heading towards the future
Trying to drop the scars of the past

The baggage is heavy, it weighs me down
It leads me right into
The shadiest part of town

I find others like me, carrying bags of old
Down here everyone has them
We display them like gold

We all fill our bodies with toxic potions
Helps to lighten the baggage
Soothing us like the sound of the ocean

It works for a while then we need more
We will steal and we will beg
Until you get tired of slamming the door

Middle age won’t find me for I will be dead
A life wasted on self-pity
Such a shame they all said

Please close the casket it’s too late for me
Don’t race through your life
Save your self now, stop to breathe and set yourself free
BjM 7-16-05

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

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.

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

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