I would come out off of closets but they are far to small for me to fit
in.
And the act would last shorter that the moment of suprise.
Here I am being fit into immossible boxes
in one side oh he must be gay cause he is so strange and feminazi
and the other he is not cause he hasnt sucked off enough fags in the parking lot
the thing is identity sex is about how paint yourself
cause i dont think blood is my colour really
The other day my life beads were shattered in the bar
so guy decided to break them to show that he could
but beads were not the issue the issue was the act itself
and they are in my bowl ready to be placed together strung in breath
the skull and the spiral needing to find a place
the first time my life beads broke a differtn strand it was my girl
and me and all over the street she gathred them up
and restrung them gave them to me at folk fest
and i wish I could gather her heart up give it back to her
I felt she was to young
And can you break up with someone casue there to jung for you
preffering frediedances
my indenity is not the rainbow but more of dark clouds
and lighting flashes
who i fall in love or lust with is their business and my own
and it can be for whoever that is what my bisexuality is
its not the act of screwing someone is the act of love
and in that note iam peforming here
Hey all my work is being performed at
LOUD 'N' QUEER CABARET
Guys in DisguiseNov. 23, 24 / 7:30 p.m. / 18+
TransAlta Arts Barns, 10330 - 84 Ave.
Tickets: $20, Tix on the Square; $25 at the door
www.workshopwest.org
www.guysindisguise.com

See the newest in LGBTQ art, writing and performance during the longest-running queer arts showcase of its kind in Western Canada. Produced by Guys In Disguise and Workshop West Theatre. Directed by Darrin Hagen and Michael Clark. Starring Cathy Derkach, Nathan Cuckow, Andrea House and Trevor Schmidt. Tickets half price with a WWT season pass.

My piece is extremely dark as darrin said it cant be all about love and bunnies.

Saturday, November 10th
BEAMS (Boreal Electro Acoustic Music Society) Concert
at the Ortona Armoury
9722 - 102 Street, Edmonton, AB
8 pm to 11 pm
$5 members / $7 non-members
BEAMS Concert
Featuring
8:00 Ether Wind (Don Ross, Thom Golub & John Armstrong)
w/ visuals by kelleY bolen
8:20 MULE (Ken Read & Dave Wall)
8:40 Gary Lee poetry
intermission
9:20 Agaperaygunexperiment (Phil Jagger)
9:40 Jan Randall & Bill Damur

This is a song for shattered red city streets and the lights
that buzz
that is my song off key and out of song and change
how apporitae for our city of the dead
thaT our busses our trolley commuters
our cannot polluters
is powerd by the dead
the bones of ancestors
old graveyards and deads shattered
by the progress
our city our bright city
has no place for real history
and our city founders were also the founders of genocide
and apptociation taking the voice not only from
the native but the french the catholic as well
And it is not mary thats full of grace but this city
red poppies on display on our lapels
a window display in between halloween and christmas
this vacant plastic symbol
is what it is
for we glorify the young who went to an ideal
and lost there brothers there sisters a whole generation upon generation poppy upon poppy pf people and all we do is fix our eyes upon the easy history
but the living history the grey veterans
the people who still live get lost
that is the real meaning of the red
money for those who fall between the cracks
and the white is the same it is not peace
is for the cilivilians and those that had an ideal
and were lost
this is the city of the lost and dead in who dide the eyes
there are those die for an ideal
and what do i dop but write and live and is that enough
for say were are for peace but there is no peace for this is a world that is clamouring and mad
and not matter how we have our just causes our stand for ideal and the right to have a life that is so spoon fed that we actually can choosee to be vegatarian
while for some there is no right it is food or no food
shelter or no shelter
we wlak through the city of the ghosts and there is peace only false monuments
the flowers boomed red becasue a gneration did not have a choice
maybe for once this gneration will take a stand
and we are faloing slow and drowning.

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=384685&l=24e54&id=514381852
Its starts with this.How do you make words to form your existance.And these words have to be
in the box of a defination or phrases.
5000000 phrases to be exact.
My friends talks of numbers.How this guy sleeps with a calculator.And one number is to ward off cancer and another cold and another maybe hearbreak only loneliness doesnt lie in numbers.
It lies how you sleep.
ANd why doesnt this story start with once upon a time.
Because all stories start with that.
And this is about falling in between the cracks.
The rituals and vodoo of our everday lives.Some people collect numbers and I collect junk.
But the stars they belong to something else.

One of my new years is tommorow and the holy daze of all saints
To all my friends use the month of november to remember what is
sacred to you.
November is when I met my grandmother jagger
November is also when my grandfather jagger died
Or barlow I forget the order they both died the same year.
November is when I was supposed to move to england four and ever yet I am still here
taking photos and walking into the october still.
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http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=17768&l=8014c&id=514381852

I love october zombie walk is this sunday.
October is when I travel on my journeys and open eyes to new things.
October is a thiusand dreams
and here is some photos I took of my friends band cockatoo.
Some are blurry and out of focus.
But it makes you see the picture more.
Its more off I find beauty even in acward photos.
Would facebook all of them but I would have to shrink them down.
And not all of you are on facebook so.
here follow the link
http://www.satoreyedesign.com/Cockatoo/

Damn the bright lights
and the middle class nine to five
in the moment of truth
the pancake and make up gets stripped bare
and the frailties of shakepeare are revealed by the mortality
of his actors
what is the price of that golden moment
when its renders you speechless without tongue
on white sheets
but your okay and you can be replaced in the comedy
but that day when you are lear
and crowned by age
for now slip off like puck in the shadows with your friends and family
and watch the play commence.


this is for a friend julien.He just had a heart attack on stage.Now its odd he is not the dinner party sort of friend.But his wife was my brothers grad date.And she was a good friend through highschool when I had green hair and was weird.He is an amazing actor and the idea of mortlaity of body scares me a bit.
But in the end I know I have good friends and family.
Have to go back to work on the proposal for an amazing art project.If it goes through it might completlelychnbage how art is done in this city.

oh the buddists have the temple
and the christians the church
muslims have the mosque
and some have the earth
give me berlin to worship
and i am not talking of cities
but the push and flow
of hearts healed
sometimes the miracles
do not lie in the miracles of stories
in books
but the miracles in life
and when the dark clouds are gathering
thats is when I need rainbows and light
to some the summers ended
to me the autohm is entering my breath

three life

The thing about paying so much for life
is it should be free
IN THEORY
or open to something
but we put the bottles
row upon row
money into pricing
and we put so much effort into doing
something that you think
things would not be the same
but waht do you expect action is
another brand my friend

Pagans pray to gods to wash away the
cartoon defacing old sacred site
its a budy day in valhala central
wrong god answers and loki sends
rain so much rain
in the wrong part of england
where the two rivers meet.
that you would never pray for rain again
and homer still lies with cambria giant
lovers still in life

water trilogy.

One


People gawk at the blackeened remains
and take the water set out for the victims
And with all these people who might join tent city
for the thrill maybe the city might do something other
than just shut things down
and that night sky is electric and bruised
like a lovers kiss and the rain cannot wash
away the grime.

A pom for alice

Oh breath ohmn

Throw yourself open
t0 the page

and in these notes to self

scatch into dreams ink
likes stars prick into the velvet night
and the stars are the quiet surrender
that birth into the moment ohm that cradles us now
ohm and ohm and breath
the mourning isnt so quiet
it rattles sitting in chairs that are meant to be art
and not chairs
the crow caws
and scratches teritortory in voice
like the elegant ladies and gentle men in black who cast themselves
down strairs at a city function and it nends in applause
and breath and ohm and breath
if only it begain in applause and it does the doctors slap
and if it only ended in applause as well.
but life is not a performance
and you complain about the quiteness of your performance
but the times i met your mother
i saw that quietness and i have carried this pome for a while
quietly and now i set it into the cradle electricks
and tick tick tick
its in the quiet ones the revolution begins

Today in the urban sprawl of homeless
ghosts I wonder and wander
Luke skywalker sprawled out with casablanca nazis
or the soon to be
For movie theatres are going to be turned into condos
and that is the natural cycle for art to be transformed into
spaces of living in the boom and bust cycle the only thing
that seems to be bust is this poetry
that was going to be a haiku and broke out
the breathn lines like me
from the white suits
and pin striped middle age is where i am am heading
and say good bye
to the instant punk needle pin tattoes and
late night coffees after the slam dance
to the safety pine piercing of hearts
and all the art will be realsed and the ghost
of bored waiteresses will serve heaven
in there barely striving to be alive
but at least they know the name of regulars
and there prefered drink coffee
goodbye the attempts to capture this coupland in photographs
when the landscape is telling you how to capture
the photographs
and people say i should mourn the loss of another artspace
but its the loss of another friend of mine who an artists puts me in tornado black
http://www.satoreyedesign.com/album/

and depression is touching down and leaving the sky and life a odd shade of green
i

Hey all I am working on a project called cortex right now and we are doing a fundrasier for it.
http://216.194.95.243/Duaoilcity.html
is the details for the fundraiser next week also created a new group so you can see the process.
called braincanday.
http://community.livejournal.com/braincanday/profile

Here we are waiting for the revolution to occur
In the may of first the fist of revolution
turns out to be a dance for the urban monkey grind
I am swinging away in the moment of momentohmzen
it hits me yesterday we were talking about the new philosphy
the aesthetics of nature
and i was if we draw the line between nature and us that is where the problem
lies think it this way
imgaine through buildinngs that scrape the skies old forests
taking root breaking the builidngs apart
instead of emails and faxes we send primal cries
through the streets to gather the tribe
And while the revolutiuon turned i drank wine and talked about the nature of art
but the red did not spill over my heart this time
and speaking of hearts and sparks
I remember seeing a dance and your lover was the star
and my friend was complaining how it seemed creepy this middle aged gay man talking about love to
one of his students a young spanish dancer
i knew and saw that all his line of love held a cupids arrow direct to your eyes
and you never needed drag queens or rainbow jewelery to show your love it was a quiet revolution
who needs the constructs of marriage when all you have is love
You not only spun the wheel of life brillaint and profound you gave that gift to others
though mine is mangled and broken a mongrel frakenweinter of sorts
And this an idealdilqoue I never heard the fights I never saw the drama and your lover will have to do the most diffuclt dance piece one that
doesnt involve underwear
the one called getting your lovers affairs in order
all i saw was the dance in the spaces of silence
and revolution occurred not not in the raving and ranting
not in the discourse about art
but in the collaspe of you into your lovers arms one last time
and you gave into the quiet revolultion on may 1

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I saw cocktatoo again last week they were amazing.

Happy new year all.
Somedays the rain and numbers leave
Me numb and cold and older than mother earth on a bender
32 116 or a thousand and pi
the look of violence can turn into a rampage in the look of an
eye or the flick of a media
and what is the difference between virginia or iraq or palestian or north america
no matter if your giving in the gun or hunger it’s the same tragiety
I HAVE THE talking crow parrot low down parkeets caccoffin in me coffe blue
Violence begets violence
Compassions forms compassion
And the lights o things shines someday
And mother earth is turning fast and holidng on to us until
The loneliness runs out like the water.
But what leaves me lower than a riverboat princess trying to lmber under a not high level bridge
Is looking out and see you not there rose when the flowers are in bloom
Oh the numbers leave me cold
I HAVE THE talking crow parrot low down parkeets caccoffin in me coffe blue
Violence begets violence
Compassions forms compassion
And the lights o things shines someday
Remember when we turne four hundred into four
Music can do that.
Remebeber hnaging out on halloween and other dzaw wathcing young hipsters read about art.
Remember roaring for the first time.
And when the others don’t add up the only thing that’s leaves me happy and alive
Is singing this song.
I HAVE THE talking crow parrot low down parkeets caccoffin in me coffe blue
Violence begets violence
Compassions forms compassion
And the lights o things shines someday
And mother earth is turning fast and holidng on to us until
The loneliness runs out like the water.

I was wondering what is something you do everday.I am asking this question because for international dance day I am making a video piece based on what people do everyday.

Hshhs whirr shh whirr sshshshwhirreereer
Lubdublub dub Klub dub Lubdub
Between the space between
Geograraphy and time I lie
Hshhs whirr shh whirr sshshshwhirreereer
Lubdublub dub Klub dub Lubdub
My words go into your ear and into your heart
The air making the poetry sound
And I am flight I am wing I sliver haired mother
Hshhs whirr shh whirr sshshshwhirreereer
Lubdublub dub Klub dub Lubdub
No I was lost before then
Searching for answers in the red japanense sun
And I was lost and found here in words
Hshhs whirr shh whirr sshshshwhirreereer
Lubdublub dub Klub dub Lubdub
I never dreamed of flight the same ways poets never dreams of writing all
We have is sound the sound of flight the sound of words
Hshhs whirr shh whirr sshshshwhirreereer
Lubdublub dub Klub dub Lubdub
The sight of being lost between things
But the flight and words remain.
Hshhs whirr shh whirr sshshshwhirreereer
Lubdublub dub Klub dub Lubdub

I should bee writing of old loves in the journal that has the sun and moon on the cover
and life the universe in between covers
maybe I should write of the girl with the black eyes
who loves german philosophers to much
I am writing of decay
the contractor descriebs how the bricks
over the trendy coffee facade
are going to be crashinjg down
and I think of decay
not of bricks but off art
Fast forward and I am toasting me not getting into a film festival
and another not making the play offs failure brings
comradery
and i wonder if my art is to mental to be in a experimental filmfest
sometimes thingsa flicker sometimes they linger
rewind
I wondering about decay
this contractor also is a bigot
says the problem with spain is the africians
same with the natives here there lazy
This guy is a nice guy
but i am wondering about decay
how one of my books is on his shelf
and i should be careful of who i give my children to
and what happened to the guy who this book was given to
the young idealist has the sun and moon faded
time become erased
I am living in a time
when plastic flowers are locked
and humans are recylced like paper