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my burning soul
I would come out off of closets but they are far to small for me to fit
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
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
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
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
9:20 Agaperaygunexperiment (Phil Jagger)
9:40 Jan Randall & Bill Damur
This is a song for shattered red city streets and the lights
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.
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.
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
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
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
The thing about paying so much for life
is it should be free
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
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