Caught in a vicious and vitriolic tailspin,
By design stupefying the masses,
Revealing little more than hyperbole and rhetoric,
And enflaming Mr and Mrs. Suburbia,
Both sides, right and left,
Proclaiming from on high,
The moral superiority,
And divine right,
Of manifest destiny.
Tailspin,
Ever more,
Main street caught in the minutiae,
Of legislative wrangling,
Kept in the dark,
Through the lens of polarization,
Tea parties with insular Madhatters,
Like Glenn Beck, Rush Limbaugh and Sarah Palin,
Inciting more than violent thought,
Leading to shameful rocks thrown,
While the seeds of what is right,
Are destroyed.
As a Canadian,
I am proud,
Of the systems that were put in place,
By men like Tommy and Trudeau,
Designed to create a better society,
Not a utopian one,
Just better,
For we all surely,
Can constantly improve,
On the legacy of those that fought for every man, woman and child,
Regardless of class, religion or race.
As a North American,
I stand ashamed,
And vocally so,
That the polarization of left and right,
Resting on the laurels of their military might,
Wage war in lands so far from their own backyards,
Predicated on lies and deceit,
While their own citizens are dying on the street,
Surely they can do better,
As we did,
Choosing not to leave the weak behind,
For on the symbol of their great land stands tall,
Lady Liberty, proclaiming for all to see:
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
The tired and poor, ever growing in the land of liberty,
The huddled masses teeming from their shores,
The homeless increase each day,
As subprime and credit default swaps impact,
Lead to TARP,
Wall Street traders and bankers,
Lining their pockets with the misery and demise of Civil Society,
For it is clear… civil society it is not.
As foreclosures continue to exponentially advance,
Those homeowners left without a chance,
Lady Liberty,
Seemingly swallowed by the Colossus,
Of the brazen few,
The 1%,
Who earn more in a minute,
Than most in ten years,
All leading me to ask:
When is it enough?
When will she live up to the promise written on her base?
When will she stop borrowing against the future,
Put an end to this intergenerational tyranny?
When I ask you?
When?
SDM
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Take 3
Do you remember that moment as a child,
On a playground alive with the voices of innocence,
When you were on the swings,
And made the decision for the first time;
FUCK IT;
At the highest point of your ascent you let go of the chains,
And for the slightest of moments you were in flight?
Do you remember that moment?
How in one instant colours became more vivid,
Sounds more complex,
Your hearts soaring as for just a second you feel as if you can catch a bird by the tail
And it seemed, if only for that moment,
That the universe and you were in perfect alignment,
Until that moment,
Almost imperceptible,
That Newton’s forces of Gravity,
Took hold of you just as they had that apple,
Do you remember it? Try!
Are you willing to explore the depths of yourself,
With the same wonder and awe that you do the universe,
Peaking deep within at the complexities of your soul,
Revealing an illumination,
Each star a light post on your cosmic journey?
If so, let’s pretend!
If you will, can you remember the moment as an adolescent?
Perhaps earlier or later,
When you looked across the classroom,
At that boy or girl that stole your heart,
The butterflies in your stomach fluttering,
With the intensity of an earthquake,
The world around you shaking likes buildings,
Your heart pounding,
Like heavy artillery on Berlin,
A love so intense that you felt like pulling your hair out,
One strand at a time – Do you remember?
Every waking moment of your life consumed,
Whether deep in sleep,
Where to dream was to love,
Or awake,
When the day revealed a waking dream,
Unsure of whether up was down or down was up!
Do you remember the sting?
The biting hurt that penetrated you so deeply,
When that first love was either gloriously answered or unrequited,
And it felt as if the air was being stolen from your lungs,
As if you could not breathe,
As if life was over,
And that you were destined to be alone,
That the world was unfair and how could this be,
It had to be a mistake or some kind of trick,
Tears dropping like bombs –
Can you feel it?
Then as fast as you fell in love that first time,
And had it taken away,
The universe again reveals the complexities of your soul,
Like rainfall in the summer,
The sweet smell of the grass permeating you,
Even as you walk the sidewalks of a concrete jungle,
Your mind can only consider the sweet surrender,
Like it had during that moment on the swing,
And you find love again,
Realizing that there is no beginning, middle and end,
Only the journey,
And all the ups and downs,
Twisting and turning,
Joy and pain,
Ying and yang,
In that moment no longer like an athlete running a sprint,
But instead like a snowflake drifting to the ground,
In that realization can you jump,
Like a child,
Throwing caution to the wind,
Failing to be afraid
And instead,
Being willing to really be –
ALIVE!
SDM
On a playground alive with the voices of innocence,
When you were on the swings,
And made the decision for the first time;
FUCK IT;
At the highest point of your ascent you let go of the chains,
And for the slightest of moments you were in flight?
Do you remember that moment?
How in one instant colours became more vivid,
Sounds more complex,
Your hearts soaring as for just a second you feel as if you can catch a bird by the tail
And it seemed, if only for that moment,
That the universe and you were in perfect alignment,
Until that moment,
Almost imperceptible,
That Newton’s forces of Gravity,
Took hold of you just as they had that apple,
Do you remember it? Try!
Are you willing to explore the depths of yourself,
With the same wonder and awe that you do the universe,
Peaking deep within at the complexities of your soul,
Revealing an illumination,
Each star a light post on your cosmic journey?
If so, let’s pretend!
If you will, can you remember the moment as an adolescent?
Perhaps earlier or later,
When you looked across the classroom,
At that boy or girl that stole your heart,
The butterflies in your stomach fluttering,
With the intensity of an earthquake,
The world around you shaking likes buildings,
Your heart pounding,
Like heavy artillery on Berlin,
A love so intense that you felt like pulling your hair out,
One strand at a time – Do you remember?
Every waking moment of your life consumed,
Whether deep in sleep,
Where to dream was to love,
Or awake,
When the day revealed a waking dream,
Unsure of whether up was down or down was up!
Do you remember the sting?
The biting hurt that penetrated you so deeply,
When that first love was either gloriously answered or unrequited,
And it felt as if the air was being stolen from your lungs,
As if you could not breathe,
As if life was over,
And that you were destined to be alone,
That the world was unfair and how could this be,
It had to be a mistake or some kind of trick,
Tears dropping like bombs –
Can you feel it?
Then as fast as you fell in love that first time,
And had it taken away,
The universe again reveals the complexities of your soul,
Like rainfall in the summer,
The sweet smell of the grass permeating you,
Even as you walk the sidewalks of a concrete jungle,
Your mind can only consider the sweet surrender,
Like it had during that moment on the swing,
And you find love again,
Realizing that there is no beginning, middle and end,
Only the journey,
And all the ups and downs,
Twisting and turning,
Joy and pain,
Ying and yang,
In that moment no longer like an athlete running a sprint,
But instead like a snowflake drifting to the ground,
In that realization can you jump,
Like a child,
Throwing caution to the wind,
Failing to be afraid
And instead,
Being willing to really be –
ALIVE!
SDM
Flight
Like a bird in flight or a tree in the autumn rain,
Glaciers hold a secret that we can never fully know,
A secret so powerful that it compels us,
In dreams,
Both while asleep and awake,
To summon the strength of our conviction,
Stop pulling out our hair,
Worrying about this and that,
Or keeping up with the Jones’ and searching for the perfect Prada purse,
And to STOP,
Breathe in the fresh air and the many enigmas within it,
To take that hurt and sorrow,
And keep still our worried minds.
Constantly caught off guard,
Like an over zealous athlete waiting for the starting pistol,
Desiring that perfect start,
Our spirits assuaged and assaulted,
Jarred and jaded like bombs in Berlin 1945,
Always knowing that though the earth may quake,
And that buildings may collapse,
That secret, our secret, your SECRET,
The one that reveals itself plain as each night falls,
Stars, billions of little secrets,
Singing a universal lullaby,
Just waiting for us to listen.
Our mistake,
Painted like tears on the sidewalks of every city,
Every town and village,
With no beginning, middle or end,
Is that we have yet to listen to that secret,
To acknowledge it,
Thinking we all are found,
When instead we should be wondering how did we get so lost?
Man has been anything but kind,
Failing to learn from hurt,
Save that which can hurt us most,
Love,
That wild,
Up, down,
Roller coaster ride,
That has the answer to the secret the universe is begging us to hear,
Our deepest convictions,
On this endless journey,
We do not need to be alone,
Instead,
With every movement,
We should reveal to each other,
The power,
Of love,
And its sweet little secret,
As simple as the petals of a rose,
“She/He loves me.”
SDM
Glaciers hold a secret that we can never fully know,
A secret so powerful that it compels us,
In dreams,
Both while asleep and awake,
To summon the strength of our conviction,
Stop pulling out our hair,
Worrying about this and that,
Or keeping up with the Jones’ and searching for the perfect Prada purse,
And to STOP,
Breathe in the fresh air and the many enigmas within it,
To take that hurt and sorrow,
And keep still our worried minds.
Constantly caught off guard,
Like an over zealous athlete waiting for the starting pistol,
Desiring that perfect start,
Our spirits assuaged and assaulted,
Jarred and jaded like bombs in Berlin 1945,
Always knowing that though the earth may quake,
And that buildings may collapse,
That secret, our secret, your SECRET,
The one that reveals itself plain as each night falls,
Stars, billions of little secrets,
Singing a universal lullaby,
Just waiting for us to listen.
Our mistake,
Painted like tears on the sidewalks of every city,
Every town and village,
With no beginning, middle or end,
Is that we have yet to listen to that secret,
To acknowledge it,
Thinking we all are found,
When instead we should be wondering how did we get so lost?
Man has been anything but kind,
Failing to learn from hurt,
Save that which can hurt us most,
Love,
That wild,
Up, down,
Roller coaster ride,
That has the answer to the secret the universe is begging us to hear,
Our deepest convictions,
On this endless journey,
We do not need to be alone,
Instead,
With every movement,
We should reveal to each other,
The power,
Of love,
And its sweet little secret,
As simple as the petals of a rose,
“She/He loves me.”
SDM
Come With Us
Wow... It has been a while. I don't know why I stopped posting and in fact writing. But I have started again in large part because my wonderful fiance pushed me, yet again, in a way that only she can. For her movement class I wrote three pieces. I am going to start posting again regularly and here is the first...
Just like in the old days when people would give me words and I would write. For her movement class C gave me a lot of words that I had to incorporate into the pieces...
Come with us… on a journey of universal impact and personal reward;
Come with us as we lead you through the tales of time,
Where the rules of gravity are uprooted,
Down is up and up is down,
Glaciers retreat in slow motion,
Like teeth falling out from Mother Earth,
Replenished by the swift advance of a winters storm,
Like the rush of leaves fallen from a tree in autumn.
Come with us… on a journey unlike any other before,
Come with us as we lead you to that place beyond your comfort zone,
Together accepting that as the earth does shake, so too regimes will fold,
Buildings will collapse to the ground as surely as the Berlin Wall and Humpty came tumbling down.
Taking hurt and flying free away with us to a mental retreat,
Beyond the stars and just over yonder,
One man pulls out his hair as another pulls petals;
She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not,
In slow motion,
Ones nightmare deep the other a dream asleep.
As the song of a spring sunset fills eyes with tears,
So too is the universe filled with stars aloft in the sky,
Like gleaming athletes streaking the night,
To some human unheard starter pistol,
Demanding that we not give in or give up,
Instead calling out to us,
To you and I,
Seize the day!
Carpe diem!
Like a bird taking flight for the first time,
Or two lovers who hold each other in that first embrace,
Falling free with no beginning, middle or end,
But no mistake,
As a wise man once said;
“God does not play dice with the universe;”
nor with hearts and minds,
has the gravity of the situation, this journey, yet compelled you,
to really understand?
Bombs dropping in distant lands,
So far as to not be felt at home,
Except for the bullets,
And the daily splattering of all the news that’s fit to print,
To stupefy and indemnify,
To hurt so deep that our spirits catch a fire,
Dreaming for a release for all of a death alone;
FUCK IT!
Our mistake, collective, is believing that we are found,
When really we are lost,
Not just lost,
But lost like a stubborn husband, refusing to ask for directions,
And the sad reality is,
That as we walk the sidewalks each day,
The answer is starring us right in the face,
Eye to eye and the other just blinked;
The universe whispers like a siren song of ancient time,
Let tears flow,
Of wonder and joy,
Not fear and pain,
Allow yourself to fall,
Over and over and over again,
Just make sure to seize the day,
And rise again,
Fast and ready, to feel,
Free and alive.
SDM
Just like in the old days when people would give me words and I would write. For her movement class C gave me a lot of words that I had to incorporate into the pieces...
Come with us… on a journey of universal impact and personal reward;
Come with us as we lead you through the tales of time,
Where the rules of gravity are uprooted,
Down is up and up is down,
Glaciers retreat in slow motion,
Like teeth falling out from Mother Earth,
Replenished by the swift advance of a winters storm,
Like the rush of leaves fallen from a tree in autumn.
Come with us… on a journey unlike any other before,
Come with us as we lead you to that place beyond your comfort zone,
Together accepting that as the earth does shake, so too regimes will fold,
Buildings will collapse to the ground as surely as the Berlin Wall and Humpty came tumbling down.
Taking hurt and flying free away with us to a mental retreat,
Beyond the stars and just over yonder,
One man pulls out his hair as another pulls petals;
She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not,
In slow motion,
Ones nightmare deep the other a dream asleep.
As the song of a spring sunset fills eyes with tears,
So too is the universe filled with stars aloft in the sky,
Like gleaming athletes streaking the night,
To some human unheard starter pistol,
Demanding that we not give in or give up,
Instead calling out to us,
To you and I,
Seize the day!
Carpe diem!
Like a bird taking flight for the first time,
Or two lovers who hold each other in that first embrace,
Falling free with no beginning, middle or end,
But no mistake,
As a wise man once said;
“God does not play dice with the universe;”
nor with hearts and minds,
has the gravity of the situation, this journey, yet compelled you,
to really understand?
Bombs dropping in distant lands,
So far as to not be felt at home,
Except for the bullets,
And the daily splattering of all the news that’s fit to print,
To stupefy and indemnify,
To hurt so deep that our spirits catch a fire,
Dreaming for a release for all of a death alone;
FUCK IT!
Our mistake, collective, is believing that we are found,
When really we are lost,
Not just lost,
But lost like a stubborn husband, refusing to ask for directions,
And the sad reality is,
That as we walk the sidewalks each day,
The answer is starring us right in the face,
Eye to eye and the other just blinked;
The universe whispers like a siren song of ancient time,
Let tears flow,
Of wonder and joy,
Not fear and pain,
Allow yourself to fall,
Over and over and over again,
Just make sure to seize the day,
And rise again,
Fast and ready, to feel,
Free and alive.
SDM
Monday, March 10, 2008
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
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
Thursday, March 6, 2008
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
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
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
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
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
Friday, February 15, 2008
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
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
Monday, February 11, 2008
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!
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!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
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
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
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
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.
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.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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
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
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
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
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
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
Thursday, January 24, 2008
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
SDM
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
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
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
Monday, January 21, 2008
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!
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!
Friday, January 18, 2008
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
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
Thursday, January 17, 2008
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
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
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
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
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
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