Thank You!

Thank you,
For your love,
Your magical and uplifting smile,
Your compassionate touch,
And your age defying wisdom,
Thank you for your wit,
Intelligence and grace,
For the special way you touch my face,
Thank you for making my soul dance,
My hearts very beat,
Thank you for your glorious eyes (though I suspect your parents had something to do with them)
Which send me to your blue green skies,
Thank you for your unwavering support,
And all you truly are,
Thank you for guiding me,

Helping me come this far,
Thank you,
Thank you,
Thank you for your love.

SDM

Yours; True Beauty

Your true beauty runs through my being, every moment of every day,
That stark, strong and scintillating beauty that lurks just underneath your skin.
Your beauty, a soul which consistently magnifies virtue,
Calling to attention all the great traits of humanity;
The purity of truth, reflected in your eyes,
The power of integrity caught wonderfully in your smile,
The strength of conviction and drive captured in your every movement.
Your true beauty is a wonderful gift that I unwrap each day,
Delighting in the many blessings so clearly afforded me;
Thank you for your patience,
Your kindness,
Your compassion,
Your intelligence,
Your wit and grace –
Thank you,
For your love and the true beauty it reveals.

I love you!

SDM

Star Above

I look to the stars,
And discover a fire,
Burning inside of me,
A desire to change the world,
Starting with what we see,
Reality,
Relative,
Shaded by perception,
But in this age,
We seem led by deception,
A sly game,
Of three card Monty,
That we’re never meant to win,
Except enough to suck us in,
I smile as in the moons glow,
I begin to realize what we need to know,
It starts with in,
Understanding our souls,
Feeling our spirits,
And learning to let go,
Each moment,
Each hour and day,
Filled with choice and opportunity,
If only we could see,
How beautiful this world is,
And how beautiful it could be,
I look to the stars,
And the great out there,
And wonder will this world ever be fair,
Will we ever right our wrongs,
And realize the hope of our songs,
The dreams of poets, lovers and artists of all sorts,
I see the sky,
And the promise that it makes,
And it starts with me,
That’s all it takes,
We are the champions of our destiny,

What will you choose?

SDM

Blazing Trails

The ultimate human tragedy,
Our everlasting inability,
To translate, as a whole,
Those virtues that define our greatest trailblazers,
Opting instead,
For Machiavellian smokescreens,
Smoke and mirrors,
Worthy of a magic show in Vegas,
The city of sin,
A fitting tribute don’t you think?
A marvel of excess,
Perilous,
The way we treat our fellows,
Dubious,
The way we laud ourselves,
Praise our so-called success,
So called,
Because of the Pyrrhic nature,
Of our progress,
The gap between rich and poor,
Growing faster than ever before,
Yet we can put a robot on Mars,
Millions behind bars,
And millions more in a socio economic Alcatraz,
Our endless thirst,
For comfort,
Though knowing its cost,
Helps to reveal our lack of cause,
Or principled growth,
Not profit, or principalities,
We need power,
In fact, to empower,
All with in our grasp,
And yet we don’t,
For no good reason,
So its open season,
On the down trodden and the poor –

What is I don’t want to live in a world like this anymore Alex?

SDM

Auditions

Another day,
Another audition,
Waking up,
Forcing yourself from bed,
Tired from a busy day before,
Up,
Rise and shine,
Poke and primp,
Then out the door,
Hurry, hurry,
Will we make it on time,
Close,
Another audition,
McDonald’s S.O.C.,
What do you think,
Because I’m lovin it,
Monday morning,
Chill in the air,
Winters last stand,
But we don’t care,
Its audition day,
And we’re lovin it.

SDM

Good luck with your audition tomorrow babe!

Propaganda

Izzy Asper died today,
And watching the CBC,
I heard a great point he made about state owned broadcasters,
He claimed he enjoyed CBC radio because you can’t propagandize the music they play.

I wonder if anyone else caught that little nugget.

VERY INTERESTING!!!

SDM

My books... Nowhere to hide

When the voices subside,
And the only sound,
Is the restless syncopated rhythm,
Of breathing is distress,
Duress,
Struggling to reconcile,
The world as it is,
In contrast with the world as I’d like it to be,
When all around,
The only sound,
Is my mind racing like an Indy car,
At full throttle,
Translated by my hand,
Launching across the page,
Ink drying,
While I fight crying,
For all that I can feel,
Pushing me,
Pulling me,
When the voices subside,
And I’ve nowhere to hide,
Except here,
In these books.

SDM

BTW I am blogging about my new career at http://newbieintheweeds.blogspot.com Hope you all will enjoy.

Truth

Good Afternoon my Loyal Readers...

It is a sunny Toronto afternoon, bitterly cold as befits this wintery day. It is trying to snow but so far to no avail though the areas to the North have been pounded so can it really be that far off.

I've realized something about myself in the past few weeks. It is a difficult reckoning but one that I came to through self searching and honesty. I have been a bad person for the last year or so. Sure outwardly I have appeared moderately the same (a mask) but inside I was seething. I knew that I was not doing what I should be doing and as a result it was spilling over into every aspect of my life.

I have been reading much in the past few weeks. Spending time with myself and looking inward. I have finally found a career (not a job) which I have known I would get involved in for a very long time and am taking the steps necessary to ensure that I have continued success. This realization has filled me once again with boundless energy and enthusiasm and I have a true smile on my face and in my soul. It is radiating to everyone that knows me and indeed the world at large.

For all of you that have been around me during this difficult time I apologize for my ugliness. For my lack of purpose. For my lack of self worth which manifested itself in very ugly ways. However, I assure you those days are long gone. I have picked myself up (with the help of those closest to me) and I am ready to take on any challenge which comes my way with the same grace and beauty that I do my new life in the Kitchen! Yes Chef!

I can only say thank you to those of you who gave me a push in the direction that I am going. Both in terms of my career and my own personal development. I now wake up every day and say to myself; "How can I became a better man, a better human!" And I seek that answer by living a truthful and honest life.

Stay tuned as the next few years (and the rest of my life) are going to be a wild ride of continued personal growth, professional success and ultimately a lifetime of happiness. I remember one time my shrink told me a story about a Nordic tribe which I will now share with you.

This tribe lives its lives just like us. Save not in cities or with the same speed that we North Americans do. They have two jars in their homes which they fill with stones their entire lives. White ones representing good memories and black ones (volcanic rock) representing bad ones. They live their lives with the fervent desire to have just one more white than black. That is the definition of a successful life for them.

Well for me, for the first time in my life, I have one more white than black. I can see the light at the beginning of the tunnel and will continue to add white and black with the hope that at the end I can say to my family, friends and the world at large that I have lead a successful life. And that I have way more white than black. It truly is an attitude adjustment that cn only come with searching inwardly.

I hope you all have an inspired day!

SDM

Truth

Good Afternoon my Loyal Readers...

It is a sunny Toronto afternoon, bitterly cold as befits this wintery day. It is trying to snow but so far to no avail though the areas to the North have been pounded so can it really be that far off.

I've realized something about myself in the past few weeks. It is a difficult reckoning but one that I came to through self searching and honesty. I have been a bad person for the last year or so. Sure outwardly I have appeared moderately the same (a mask) but inside I was seething. I knew that I was not doing what I should be doing and as a result it was spilling over into every aspect of my life.

I have been reading much in the past few weeks. Spending time with myself and looking inward. I have finally found a career (not a job) which I have known I would get involved in for a very long time and am taking the steps necessary to ensure that I have continued success. This realization has filled me once again with boundless energy and enthusiasm and I have a true smile on my face and in my soul. It is radiating to everyone that knows me and indeed the world at large.

For all of you that have been around me during this difficult time I apologize for my ugliness. For my lack of purpose. For my lack of self worth which manifested itself in very ugly ways. However, I assure you those days are long gone. I have picked myself up (with the help of those closest to me) and I am ready to take on any challenge which comes my way with the same grace and beauty that I do my new life in the Kitchen! Yes Chef!

I can only say thank you to those of you who gave me a push in the direction that I am going. Both in terms of my career and my own personal development. I now wake up every day and say to myself; "How can I became a better man, a better human!" And I seek that answer by living a truthful and honest life.

Stay tuned as the next few years (and the rest of my life) are going to be a wild ride of continued personal growth, professional success and ultimately a lifetime of happiness. I remember one time my shrink told me a story about a Nordic tribe which I will now share with you.

This tribe lives its lives just like us. Save not in cities or with the same speed that we North Americans do. They have two jars in their homes which they fill with stones their entire lives. White ones representing good memories and black ones (volcanic rock) representing bad ones. They live their lives with the fervent desire to have just one more white than black. That is the definition of a successful life for them.

Well for me, for the first time in my life, I have one more white than black. I can see the light at the beginning of the tunnel and will continue to add white and black with the hope that at the end I can say to my family, friends and the world at large that I have lead a successful life. And that I have way more white than black. It truly is an attitude adjustment that cn only come with searching inwardly.

I hope you all have an inspired day!

SDM

Babylon

Crooks all,
Witness to another fall,
Of Babylon,
Modern,
Our society,
So sure of itself,
Without any reason,
Save our own ignorance,
Incompetence, intolerance,
Should I keep going?
All the while knowing,
The virus is growing,
Because the seeds that we’re sowing,
And Babylon’s fall,
Its harvest time,
Under a harvest moon,
With an atomic glow,
One dirty bomb at a time,
One derailment,
No sense of finality, yet,
Though each side salivates,
Terrorist, politician and me,
Our society,
Global,
Jaded,
Through rules we’ve created,
Crooks all,
And Babylon will fall.

SDM

The Dance

The words dance through my mind ceaselessly, combinations forming sentences at the speed which I can write. No censorship, no stopping, just dancing words which warm my entire being, confronted by this ability to express.

SDM

The Brother(Sister)hood of Man

Cease our wicked ways,
Or we will perish,
Not you or me,
But all of us,
Reach with in and search for what is right,
Discover all we have to give,
Realize the promise that you live,
From birth we grow and learn,
And with experience we find wisdom ,
It is that wisdom,
We all must find,
Or else we have such little time,
We’ve accomplished much,
Yet there’s so much more to go,
Or else we’ll be dealt a devastating blow,
Dream,
Dare t live,
Dare to give,
All you can,
And we’ll rediscover,
The brotherhood of man.

SDM

Another Feast

A feast,
A three-hour tour,
Gastro intestinal treat,
Engaging all our senses,
As the lights dimmed,
And the music played,
Drowned out,
Only by the laughter,
Of our ecstatic joy,
Bring on the salad,
Spinach and shallots,
Red onion and bacon,
Mushroom and goat cheese,
Lets not forget the shrimp,
Port soaked crustinis,
Tossed in a mango orange goat cheese vinaigrette,
Whipped,
Are your taste buds alive yet?
With a sip of meaty chardonnay,
It was time,
Feeling fine,
I filled the pot,
2 lemons,
2 bay leaves,
salt and pepper to taste,
now boil and wait,
with another fine sip,
in about ten minutes,
the lobster did dip,
prior to their soothing Jacuzzi,
the larger female was a little woozy,
grabbing her by the tail,
in a last ditch effort she did flail,
it caught me off guard,
the feeling that she knew her demise,
I could see it in her eyes,
Lifting the lid,
What a rush of steam,
So much so,
We couldn’t hear them scream,
3 and a half pounds,
initially brown then red,
in about twelve minutes our mouths would be fed,
now onto the sauce,
such sweet decadence,
butter and garlic,
and some green onions,
bring to a boil,
now nothing to do,
so open the champagne,
this dinner,
for you.

SDM

Seems appropriate given what starts today!

Poet Warrior

My spirit soars,
As the love you send my way,
Is unlike any I’ve ever known,
With every breath you take,
I become stronger,
Lovers’ poet warrior,
Battling minds with words,
That you inspire,
Your soul, like your beauty shines,
Reflected not just in these words I write,
But also in the way I chose to live my life,
My actions,
A reflection sincere,
Of the love you brought to my table,
Which I am fortunate to feast upon with you,
My love,
The queen of my soul,
The princess of my heart and mind,
X did not mark the spot,
But blessings made sure I’d find,
You,
And my spirit soars.

SDM

China Dolls

China dolls,
Abounding,
I see them with their painted faces,
Their glossy lips,
And their halfhearted smiles,
Hiding behind paint,
But what,
What is lurking underneath the cosmetic mask,
Fear, loathing, self doubt,
Confidence?
I wonder,
Having seen so many this morning,
On the way to work,
Just how fragile the hold is,
On what is real,
Important.

China dolls equal young girls with lots of make up.

SDM

Writing... Righting?

Words given to make a poem; Expression, Spirited, Exquisite, triangular, Attitude, Sophisticated, Apprehension, Horizontal, Emotive, X ray, confined, red garbage pail.

Confined to the words of another creation,
I wonder, if later, they might find their way to the proverbial red garbage pail –
Caught in the attitudes of the Bermuda triangle, searching for the appropriate expression which captures the spirited struggle of an exotic mind – Mine? Mine! Mine?
Sophisticated? Or merely a radiation emission worthy of Spiderman himself – Perhaps an X – Ray into my soul – Exquisite, the way these words inspired by the ladies to my left reveal the lateral thoughts of a horizontal boy seeking to be a vertical man. Its odd really, the internal dialogue, the momentary apprehension of this boy – seeking, trying, writing, Righting?

SDM

One Look

With one look of your eyes,
One peering glance,
You break through the chain male armor,
Of a soul that longed for you,
Prayed for you,
Dreamed of you,
With every adult fiber of my being,
Considering virtue,
Fostered by an unshakable faith,
An unprecedented belief,
In the power which understood,
Acknowledged and revealed,
The infinite wisdom,
Of love requited unconditional,
On a foundation,
Of daily discovery and affirmation,
Love,
Angelic grace,
Through virtue understated,
By you,
In the revealing reflections,
Of your eyes,
The universe unfolding,
One atom at a time,
Accelerated,
By promise,
And the realization of potential,
On wings only visible,
By those that truly see,
Through something even they cant explain,
You have come,
And with the grace of the tooth fairy,
My pillow,
Every morning,
Has born the just reward,
For the daring,
The curious,
The scared,
Who can believe,
In the sacred power,
Of a divine trust,
Love,
Wisdom in the revelation of this song,
That glorious song,
All lovers hear,
At the smack of the soul,
Manifested by the lips,
Thank you sage,
Best friend, confidant and every day more,
For unleashing,
Virtues eternal curiosity,
Contemplated,
Love.

SDM

My Angel

I want you to know,
Just how incredible you are,
How in just the blink of an eye,
You revealed a world bright,
And understanding of the night,
With patience and grace,
Seeing beyond my face,
Value,
Virtue,
And in deed vice,
Yet in your elegance,
Beauty, truth and light,
You’ve helped reveal my path,
Helped me see right,
Your love unconditional,
A spirit so soothing,
These words represent,
My absolute swooning,
I loved you when,
My eyes first glanced,
This woman who,
So greatly enchants,
You are an angel,
A guardian and more,

SDM

Iraq

Things in Iraq are deteriorating,
And I can’t forestall images of Vietnam from invading my consciousness,
Flashpoint Fallujah,
Might as well be Saigon,
But instead of monks,
Alighting themselves in balls of gasoline,
Its clerics ordering backlash,
Against the American dream,
Freedom,
Cry freedom,
Let virtue knock out vice,
Proclaim victorious,
Democracy,
With out bullets,
Instill respect,
Not fear,
Each and every day more killing,
More violence,
More suffering,
From wayward decisions,
And backroom wrangling,
Save oppression and occupation,
Remove them from the lexicon,
Let freedom reign,
Rather than bullets fly;
How would we react,
If someone infiltrated our homeland?
Teach Iraqi’s fundamentals for life,
Rather than fundamentalism,
Teach them the glory of choice,
But not at the barrel of a gun,
It didn’t work in Vietnam,
Why would it work in the powder keg of the Middle East>
I pray for the brave souls,
Fighting their presidents war,
For their safe return,
And a life not haunted by images of liberation,
I pray for Iraqi’s,
That THEY can save their nation,
I pray for us all,
That one day,
The values that we preach,
Become those that we practice,
I hope and pray,
These words represent a relic,
Of a time long past,
To never return.

SDM

Context - Written almost one year after the war began

?? How ??

How exactly is it democratic to have a republican governor (And family member) and a republican top-heavy supreme court anoint the president of the United States of America? How?

SDM

Heroes and Leaders

We’re lost,
And we’re not sure why,
All of us,
In a way,
Longing for direction,
But life comes with no map,
No handy instruction manual,
Or Cole’s notes,
Beacons,
And guideposts,
But not much more,
Where are the heroes and leaders?

SDM

From God's Lips

To know your love is to know the fluttering of God’s heart.
As your soul reaches out to mine God’s fingerprint is firmly marked on mine.
Each touch of your soft hand on mine is a blessing from heaven which sets me searching for the wings I KNOW you must have.
The halo, though invisible over your crown, I firmly believe is there.
Each kiss sends my soul to heaven while our lips intertwine
in a dance which sets the universe ablaze.
When we make love,
I can hear the joyous sprits of all those lovers who paved the way for our divine union; Destiny for years sought the perfect moment for our introduction
and upon finding it rejoiced as now our soul like tractor beams drew us closer.

To know your love is to be acquainted with God’s purpose and design for my life
as you draw out and set aside the darkness and pave the way for the light.
Inspiring, by your very existence and powerful presence in my life
a transformation resultant in the countless volumes written on life,
love and the state of human affairs.
To God’s delight you shelter me, give me safe harbour to express all that it means to be me. You accept, more readily than even I,
the many faults that I have determined in your loving ways
to see me become the man I never dreamed I could be.
Yet, slowly, as your love massages my very human faults, I am becoming that man.
Your love, by God’s design sets me free to roam the depths of my soul
that had long gone uncharted.
The love we share is the lighthouse in the storm guiding me to port.
The love we share, growing by the second reveals all that once was hidden.

I am forever indebted to you for the muse that you are.
More than these words could ever show.
In every way you have shown me life, fully,
letting my spirit soar, basking in the glory of your love.

SDM

Captivated

Captivated,
By the way your eyes grab me,
With the ferocity of an angry mother with a naughty child,
Yet the tenderness of a surgeon during open heart surgery,
Together we walk hand in hand,
Into tomorrow’s tomorrow,
Knowing that our love is so real,
Entranced by the way you touch me,
Touching my soul,
Enlightening me,
With words of support, comfort and love,
Beguiled in a moment,
Caught in the warm afternoon sun,
My skin dancing with delight,
As the sun goes down,
And the moon appears,
A smile comes upon our faces,
One from ear to ear,
To know you,
Is to know all I can be,
To be with you,
Is to capture all that I am,
To hold you,
Is to hold God’s love,
Pure!

SDM

Good luck in New York Charmaine! I will miss you but I am so proud of you! Kick ass, take names and enjoy Stella and the City!

Angelic Whispers

My mind bounces between the hard and gritty impending darkness of war
and the always on fire passionate light of love that is you;
my special treat of everyday, the desire of my life realized,
the perfect joy that only you could bring –
Yet, still torn between these opposites am I –
Drawn to the mortal conflict of inferior minds,
ready to give in to the somehow easy to choose munitions of war machines delivered by the very real human commands –
as if destiny knocked on the door and said;
The grim reaper of this generation has whispered in my intelligent ear –
War is upon us –
I wonder about what they are thinking,
I wonder about what they know that I don’t
and in the case of both what I know that they don’t.

My ear hears different whispers,
I hear the voices of a million angels raised in brilliant unison –
Love, Love, L – O – V – E;
In your voice, with your words, I come to ease as I know that no matter the outside pressures this love is here to stay; Forever!

So please,
whisper,
speak,
scream or shout
take me away,
as you always do from the ominous storm clouds
threatening more damage than all the storms in Tornado Alley –
The shine of your genuine soul relieves my own and in your brilliance,
all you need do,
grasp my hand and understand God’s plan and a kiss upon my cheek;

I’m so grateful for you in this moment,
all that have passed and all that are to come,
My rock; my confidant, so strong, my best friend who listens and my lover who loves – Thank you for this life we share,
filled with light.

SDM