Marj And Joe

Remember the time when you were young and bold, nothing to worry about, not so much as a care

The innocence of it all was so omnipresent, carrying on on a wing and a prayer

Surely doesn't seem that long ago, but so many years have gone by in the blink of an eyelash

School was finished, then work, then parenthood, then children's children came in a flash

What stands out so vividly in my aged memory bank, for I was maybe in my thirties or so

Is a recollection of an older man and his wife, and how the love for her man did show

He had suffered a stroke many years before, and she had taken on the care-giving role

Marj was somewhat serious and Joe had been, a happy-go-lucky soul

Joe had been reduced to a totally dependent person, but Marj treated him like a king

She shaved his face, combed his hair and wiped his mouth, did all and everything

She'd help him into his rocking chair and as he'd peer out through the clouded window pane

Marj would cook and read him books and oh, so lovingly say Joe's name

She told me how much she misses him and how, when a tear rolls down his face

She has such a hard time remaining strong and often, has to change her space

'Cause Joe understands all she says, but just barely moves his eyes

Marj told me she weeps at nights, but in front of Joe inside, silently she cries

Joe had been a hard-working, diligent man, but very gentle and also very kind

At times a little tough and his hands were rough, but he loved Marj with all his soul and mind

She said Joe was her best friend and she knew, she was his best friend too

Said she missed; with such rough hands, such a gentle touch, never enough for she, that he could do

She missed the man he used to be and as she showed me, many a photograph

A tear rolled down as she talked of him, his sense of humour and how he always made her laugh

She sighed a lot as we went through the pics and she went on about him so sweet and smart

And that when they were young, she had another beau, But Joe was the one who stole her heart

Well on the weekends the grand kids come and around the house they'll play

At times she feels despondent, for they really don't know him and it's just, “hi grampa they'll say”!

Joe had the biggest heart and loved Marj so much and still together, after all these years

I hugged Marj and as I wiped her cheek, I could feel the sadness in her tears

I've listened to love songs, read love stories and those stories on TV

Nothing compares to Marj's love for Joe, for that is love, that was truly meant to be

Joe and Marj have long since passed, but her passion and love, is emblazened in my mind

And I can only dream of love like Marjs' and only wish that I could find

I think of Marj and I think of Joe, being totally disabled, but utterly aware

Of him being shaved, his mouth being wiped, not able to rock, in his rocking chair

And it's hard to even fathom, a reality so profound

Hopefully when it's time, it's time, 'cause like that, I don't want to hang around

Of Times Past

Whatever happened to the values of yesteryear, a time of caring and consideration

For those times are not so far gone, an era of humanity, benevolence and adoration

Yes they seemed to be simpler times, but generally omnipresent, was mindfulness and trust

For the law and your neighbour's property and the respect for one's school teacher, definitely a must

Adolescent games like tag and hide 'n go seek and eavy ivy over

And everyone had a mutt of a dog, named “spot” or “rex” or “rover”

TV's were rare, but no despair, everyone's huddled, listening to the radio

On Saturday if you did your chores and cleaned the floors, you'd go to the movie show

An allowance of twenty-five cents and with that hence, the admission, popcorn and a drink

And on the way to the movie theater, ah the bakery aroma and of pies and pastries we'd think

Sunday morning was a time for prayer and then and there, off to our place of worship to pray

Grandma would be leading the pack and after mass, for ice-cream sundaes she'd pay

The egg lady visited on Saturday morn and she would leave a dozen or two

If there was no money to pay for the eggs today, then paying next week will do

The milkman delivered milk pretty-well daily, in the top of the bottle the cream was separated

In the winter-time we would scoop off the top, enjoying the treat the freezing temperature created

The breadman delivered bread twice per week, the enclosed wagon, meandered the neighbourhood

At times a surprise, but normally bread, doughnuts and pies, the aroma permeated the wagon's wood

There was no way to mask-it the aroma of bread in the basket, now time to feed the breadman's horse

The wagon needed no gas, the nag, hand-fed it some grass and my reward, a free doughnut of course

The iceman who seemed big as an ox, filled the top of the icebox, with a hundred pound block of ice

The meltwater would leak into a tray, we'd empty it every day and he'd deliver every week twice

A summertime treat we kids would chase him down the street, with his icepick he'd chip off a piece

With a big chunk in our hand we thought this was grand, gradually wetting our fronts by slow release

The coalman hunched over toting huge bags and clad in dirty rags, hands and face black as black

If money was short a bag we would sport, to pick up coal along the steam locomotive's track

With very little funds in one's stash and having to pay cash, for with no money, most did without

Things at times they were hard but in the backyard, it was fun, watching the vegetables sprout

No computers, no cell but no one did dwell on the fact, the party-line had one long and two shorts

Nosy neighbours listened in but that was no sin, suppose for them, they'd get their daily reports

No texts to edit and definitely no cards of credit, but everyone seemed to have what it took

And if you didn't have the cash to buy that table or couch, all you could do was look

Prom queens and sock hops for the teens and of course, all these functions chaperoned

Most people lived within their means and few mob scenes, respect and dignity home-grown

Now it's up to you to think it through, about the present times and how long will these times last?

What the heck muse for just a sec', people were more scrupulous and honourable, “in times past”

Where Do You Fit In

Is it one step forward

And two steps back?

Do you remember the path

Or is it hard to keep track?

Is it the week before last

Or the day before tomorrow?

Are those thoughts original

Or did you just borrow?

When you look out your window

Does reality strike?

Do you get the big picture

Or are all things, simply alike?

When you attempt to do something

Do you pull out, all the stops?

Are you subsisting covertly

Is your mandate special ops?

What in hell is the good in touch?

If there's nothing worth feeling

If help is not longed for

What is the purpose of healing?

If there's no motive in conversing

What's the reason for words?

If one's not truly listening

Is the dialogue overheard?

Hmm, is there an argument, only to live

Then what's the rationale behind living?

Is it rapacious to always attain

And to, never be giving?

When one is aggressive

Does aggression beget aggression?

Do you keep everything to yourself

Or have, a brain-storming session?

If we peruse the image in the mirror

Will we know where to begin?

Do you think that some day you'll discover

Just “where you fit in”?

All's Not Lost

(Relationship Woes)

In the beginning you thought you had it all, steady lovin' and independence too

The ability to carry on as you please, but responsibilities you hadn't a clue

Individuals with your own thoughts and ideals, there is nothing that you couldn't weather

Then it became time to take the plunge, differing idiosyncracies now living together

Two completely different microcosms entwined and now existing as one

Without really comprehending the intricacies, a co-habitational relationship's begun

She goes out with the girls and he goes out with the boys, this thing is not too bad

We really seem to be compatible, the best either has ever had

Through thick and thin you're five years in and you've produced two more of your kind

And the baggage that should have been left behind, now co-exists in the back of your mind

Two kids, two cars and a mortgage, all this started with a loving kiss

This is not all that it is cracked-up to be, for the bliss has gone amiss

The things you used to do together, things that you thought were so sublime

Have kind of been put to the wayside, “my significant other” seemingly has no time

And you ask yourself, “was it love” or was it lust and infatuation?

'Cause there's so many days of unhappiness, dissatisfied mindfulness filled with deliberation

Cognizant of those beautiful times, the times when you anticpated each other's touch

And the torrid bouts of making love, rapture and ecstacy, that really is missed so much

What once was a-yearning and two hearts were a-burning, both of them beating as one

You wonder what's changed are thoughts re-arranged, something has to be done

It went from hot to tepid, to cold, there was respect, but really no communication

Something that once seemed so strong, is now a situation

So hard to construe and not knowing what to do, for there is no collaboration

But, we both still care and do we dare, do we go for a separation?

The problem is it takes a more than love, so much more than just the planting of seeds

For understanding, respect and communication is paramount, it is what a relationship needs

Some people were just not meant for each other, but who knew when the relationship started

Unfortunately many find out too late and become, a club-member of the broken-hearted

What you can do is see it through, open your mind and keep, an open heart

With understanding, caring and respect you'll realize, the commencement of a brand-new start

You'll just have to re-kindle the fire and never let that flame abate

And never exhaust for “all is not lost”, you must love and communicate

Health And Happiness

When the opportunity presents itself

In getting together with family or friends

It's not just about the food or the drink

Time's a passing and life, certainly has no dividends

When you're older and money left in the bank

May not be yours to enjoy

So when it is time to spend, just spend

Indulge yourself with that toy

What's most important, is to be happy

And to maintain a happy mood

Eat healthily most of the time

But once in a while, enjoy that not-so-good food

Treat your sicknesses with optimism

Everyone goes through, sicknesses, aging and death

There are no exceptions for that is life

Happiness leads to health, postponing one's last breath

Try not to be worried or terribly afraid

When you are sick or things go wrong

You will get through life's problems

And breeze through adversities, when they come along

If worries can cure your sicknesses, you better worry

And worry, if worries can promote less strife

If happiness can be exchanged by worrying

You better make, worrying part of your life

Look after your body, your health and rely on yourself

And your moods, let you be the one in charge

Make a point of smiling or laughing each day

With happiness remaining at large

Your kids will be fine and they'll do their own thing

Their environment, is how they've learned

Be up-front, love and communicate

And hopefully, there'll be no bridges burned

Treasure your mate, your best friend and companion

And for each other's love you thirst

Make a point of smiling and laughing together

'Cause one of you, has to leave first!

Decidedly Undecided

Sometimes we ponder

About which way to turn

Should we reach for it all

And for it all yearn?

Then some of it is gone

Within the blink of an eye

It may or may not stand to reason

But we always ask why

When we're at the bottom

Should we strive for the top?

Is it a fact or a fable?

Should we consult Aesop?

Can we be a two places

At the same time?

Are there parallel multiverses?

What's the reason and rhyme?

Is it wrong to be wrong

And right to be right?

Are colours meaningful

If one has no sight?

What is an act of endearment

If there's nothing to love?

Why is hell down below

And heaven above?

Is it bad to be bad

And good to be good?

And not do things that we shouldn't

But do things that we should

What's the sense of a beautiful song

If one has no hearing?

Is there any reasoning

For a cluttered mind to be clearing?

So to be decidedly undecided

And unsure to be sure

Is it simply a placebo

Or could be a cure?

In The Pursuit Of Love

Continually tryin', to get through all the lyin'

Especially when seeking an internet date

Definitely it's not the same as it used to be

In one's quest, to find a compatible mate

A sterile way and at the end of the day

Such an impersonal path to walk

People can be whomever they choose

From a canary, a dove to a hawk

Surely so much to ponder, as down that road you wander

Trying to keep a positive attitude

You meet them all, fat, thin, short and tall

Some real nice and a few, just outright rude

A lot have not a pot for pissing or a pit for hissing

And for most, it's just a form of entertainment

A way of getting lost and at little cost

A victim of, cyberspace containment

Most simply get caught up in the game and it's truly a shame

With the majority, not even giving it a chance

They continue to text, with whomever is next?

In this, virtual reality realm romance

A few will offer to pay their share, suppose 'cause they feel it's fair

And most are there, just to dine

One ponders trying to make sense of it all

When the impetus is not love, it's an outing for food and wine

It's so difficult texting on line and trying to find

You're not even known and yet they will conclude

A concept they hatch and yes, we're not a match

And so many sentences, getting misconstrued

Trying to de-cypher the truth from beneath and lies through the teeth

You push in an attempt to meet

Be aware and also we know it's not fair

But be prepared, for overt deceit

So what happened to the atmosphere of yesteryear?

Of finding that special person, that all us dream of

And do you think, it only happens on the movie screen

In the quest to find true love?

Energy And Spirits

Everything is comprised of energy, from one's body or a rock to a backyard tree

Energy vibrates at varying frequencies, which determines its' matter's tangibility

Meaning the rate of speed at which it vibrates, influences whether it's visible or not

Everything is matter, water, air and so on, kind of hard to grasp that thought

The principles of physics substantiates, that energy is made up of atoms, electrons and molecules

And all objects, tangible or intangible, audible or inaudible, must adhere to those scientific rules

Energy is the essence of all existence, although it appears in so many differing formations

It separates and also links the spirit and physical world, depending on, the energy's cycle's duration

The energy we perceive as solid matter including ourselves, is vibrating at a very, very slow rate

It is the reason why we are physically able to perceive it as matter, a fact we cannot negate

And the energy of matter we cannot see such as air vibrates so fast, it has no tangibility

That being said, a bodily spirit, one can't touch, hear, taste, smell, or generally even see

Meaning that energy of the spirit plane, generally has no appearance or presence at all

Unless a spirit chooses to represent itself in a tangible form, for only the spirit has the wherewithal

Energy of the physical body is not able to exist in the spirit plane it can't vibrate at a high enough rate

So for a spirit to make it's presence known, it must slow its' vibration down, in order to communicate

But if One has the ability as a Medium does, he or she can increase their rate of vibration

And consequently both can meet somewhere in the middle, to conduct communication

The earth plane and the spirit plane are connected and energy, is the common force

The Theory of Relativity quantifies that everything vibrates, at different rates of course

Low frequencies producing tangibles and higher ones, the one's you can't feel, see or touch

When one gets into the field of quantum physics, this'll boggle the mind so much

In this study it is said, matter can be in two places at the same time and in our minds this is etched

So when we think of Energy and Spirits this realm, is not really too far-fetched

Most religions tell you of the Soul's existence and of course, the Soul we cannot see

It is there upon birth and leaves upon death, for certain it is energy

In the Spirit world there are no boundaries of space or time, the Spirit is always evolving

The ways to connect with divine energy is meditation, yoga and prayer, a way of kind of absolving 

In Better Times

In this age of microcosmic enhancement and technological advancement

Aren't these supposed to be, "the better times"?

Doesn't knowledge beget comprehension and wisdom?

So why all the unrest and the, against-humanity crimes?

"In better times" shouldn't we be concerned about our habitats?

With more restoration and less obliteration

Why do we continually pollute our waterways?

A plague which haunts, almost every nation

Couldn't there be more construction and less destruction?

In these “so called better times"

Why are our oceans being acidified and plasticized?

As technological advancement climbs

Does it not make you think if we're in the pink and we're told

These times are better than before?

Well you better take a break and give your head a shake

Do some research, and see who's really keeping score!

Conversely, there is no doubt if the One's with clout

Cared about the Planet and Humanity, instead of their coffers

Unfortunately it seems, that never it will be

Because for Them, there are no better-offers

Seems today that every time we turn around

For sure, it's not just outside our peripheral view

So many family break-ups and mental shake-ups

Are these "better times,” the reason for us being blue?

What is meant by saying, “it is the sign of the times”?

Isn't this the same human race it used to be?

Have people changed and have they become so different?

They're unable to aquiesce, atone or simply just agree?

Be aware of the reviling and all the crap that's piling

Let's contemplate for a moment, at who is setting the pace?

An abundance of belligerent reporting and creative retorting

And the One's who are supposed to be respected, conversely being so base

Hmm, so with this increasing technology, does that mean “better times”?

Is it personally just trying to make it through?

And in the pursuit of whose gold and through whose eyes to behold?

Do some research for the answer, completely remains with you

Wishful Thinking

You don't know what this is

So through your mind you wander

This feeling of enchantment

Certainly something you must ponder

If you don't it may be gone

Before it ever started

And neither one of you to be

Remotely broken-hearted

You truly don't know each other

But there's something deep inside

Telling you to take that step

And not let this sense slide

So should you give it a chance?

You know you're miles apart

But with honesty and respect

Maybe, you can find a start

Are you the type who believes in love?

And misses it so, so very much

Who sees the passion in your lover's eyes

Absconds that tender touch

Wearing one's heart upon one's sleeve

Following vistas, without even blinking

Could this be what you've been searching for?

Or is it simply, wishful thinking

Responsibilities

All your life you've been responsible

Education, family, work and such

Sometime's your life is not your own

At times, you resent that oh so much

Education pursued with much fervour

And you did quite well

Of course, that was the thing to do

As far as you could tell

Hmm, with work you are quite happy

With your boss and your position is close to being right

You put a lot into your job

Sometime's, you come home late at night

Don't know if you are appreciated

And you do come home a little tired

And you really try to do your best

At times, feel quite bogged down and mired

Your life's been pretty busy

Raising family and with your friends

And you'd like a little time to yourself

For you, that is where it ends

It's such a beautiful day today

And responsibilities you will shirk

'Cause you're going to phone in and tell your boss

Today, it's too beautiful to work

'Tis The Season Ta Make 'Em Tic'

Ah yes, late Spring

Then turns to Summer

Everything's a-flowerin'

For many, 'tis a-bummer

So much pollen in the air

The plants are releasin'

The pharmaceutical companies

Prefer it increasin'

People's noses a-runnin'

Their eyes are a-waterin'

Headaches and sneezin'

Kind a-teeter-totterin'

Now 'tis late Summer

Which turns into Fall

Gone, are the glassy eyes

My allergy withdrawal

Autumn's now recedin'

A-comin' is a-winter

Gonna be here so quick

Like a hundred yard sprinter

Hmm, spose' time's approachin'

Ta' get that chill

Talkin' 'bout the flu bug

Down 'n out 'n really ill

The onset of the “bug”

Thru' this anecdote

Temerature's a-risin'

A little scratch in the throat

Coughin' 'n a-sneezin'

With the flu bug yer' a-flirtin'

Somach churnin' and diarrhea

Whole body's completely a-hurtin'

We go thru' the earth's cycles

And sometimes we get sick

For 'tis the seasons

Ta' make 'em tic'

The Westerner's World

Let's ponder this thought for a moment, do you think there'd be a crash?

What would happen to the system, if most things were paid by cash?

So many credit cards at one's disposal, whichever one you choose

When you use that piece of plastic, you'll suffer the usury blues

If you want some cash don't worry, an ATM just push the card right in

Of course there's a service charge but, don't forget your PIN

How about some online cash or you can just pick up your phone

Or go to your neighborhood mall and apply for a payday loan

There are places to sell most of one's possessions, nothing left to behold

Is your jewelry still worth the same or less, when they call it “broken gold”?

And why is it in the Western world, a feeling of deservedness exists

Where most people have all they need and still, instant gratification persists

Methane-producing animals on steroids and GMO's, in mostly every crop

Copious fast-foods places, increasing obesity and health issue costs, this soon will have to stop

A time, not that long ago generally men, weighed about eighty kilos or so

And women weighing around sixty, certainly no problem in touching their toe

It is fair to say that back in the day, the money-people weren't there like a swarm

And generally a family had little debt, with only, a mortgage on their house the norm

But that was then and now is now and today, so much criminal activity like never before

And to make ends meet, you need four feet and there's really no one keeping score

Pharmaceutical companies aligned with the doctors, medications prescribed to the hilt

Pubescent and pre-pubescent children over-medicated, is this done with any guilt?

A script of sedatives for sleep, am I in too deep and anti-depressants so you can cope

Your back is aching, well oxy's you're taking, this drug has become “street dope”!

Is your mind a-burnin' knowing there's metal-detectors in the halls of learnin', truly kind of sad

And do people care when the family unit's not there, because of a marriage gone bad?

In chaos, store lootings and many mass-shootings, do you think these incidents will end?

Do you believe it's good, living in the Westerner's “hood” and do you suppose it's wise to pretend?

Within the U.S. Border, where they claim “law and order”, the Federal Reserve's an oligarch

The media's contolled by a Few, if you don't like things just sue and the citizens are kept “in the dark”

It is such a pity, so many a tent-city, for a country that once was so great

And it's really not funny for the “people of money”, take the food from the average man's plate

Don't think this so strange, for things surely will change, the Western economy will take a hit

Trust this and heed, the Chinese, will take the lead and Western Leaders, too remiss to admit

Westerners' a house and two cars and everything five-stars, all good things must come to an end

If the Leaders were wise, there'd be no surprise, so why do they have to pretend ?

The Whole Thing's Pretty Sad

Things were not meant to be this way

Ongoing unrest and so much oppression

The world doesn't have to be Nirvana

Just a little peace and so much less aggression

Our Planet is being contaminated at a phenominal rate

And omnipresent, eco-systems destroyed and so, so much pollution

Scientists proclaim that if changes are not made

And made realitively soon, there really will be no solution

With the ultra-rich and the People in power

Acting under the pretense that they care

All of the atrocities and belligerence

And the lying and dying, almost everywhere

There is no doubt that People with clout could do it

And it's certainly not going to happen overnight

But, these people could definitely initiate changes needed

Creating the in-roads to make things right

The major problem, it is complete and utter greed

And the illegal printing of money with impunity has to cease

With political bankrolling, media contolling and the arms keep on a-rolling

Obviously, there ain't no money in peace

Atrocities, destruction and defeat, maimed families and kids in the street

Countries like, Iraq, Syria, Yemen and so many more

Would we look at it any differently if our cities were turned to rubble?

Our infra-structure, our homes and our lives ruined to the very core

And how would you like to witness the slaughter of our mothers, sons and fathers

Or the rape of a twelve year old daughter and nine year old boy taken off to war

For in many innocent minds this truly is etched and for us, seems so far-fetched

Well take your head out of the sand 'cause there's more

There are many sites you can visit, just google pizza gate or lolitta express

You'll be surprised what shit comes up on your screen

And could it be that tranfused young blood has anti-aging properties?

Do some research and you'll find, that those pristine people were not so upright and clean

Because of insinuations, cover-ups and fake news, it's hard to decipher what's true

And the good is being overwhelmed by the bad

Unfortunately your children's, children will suffer the consequences

Without a doubt, the whole thing is pretty sad