Okay I downloaded the app. Will I use it more than every now and then? We shall see. 


Is it Dead

Do I just imagine it

Or is the Spirit really dead.

I can’t get up

I can’t move

I live in tortured anxiety

There is no freedom

I close my eyes

I try to hide in sleep

The day ends

The darkness comes

I fear the darkness

Yet I hide in it.

Will it end?

Or is the Spirit really dead.



A Friendship (Untitled)

Written with a pen, sealed with a kiss.
If you are my friend, please answer this.
Are we friends, or are we not?
You told me once, but I forgot
So tell me now, and tell me true
So I can say, I’m here for you
Of all the friends, I’ve ever met
You’re the one, I won’t forget
And if I die, before you do
I’ll got to heaven, and wait for you
I’ll give the angels back their wings
And risk the loss of everything
Just to prove my friendship is true
I’ll go to Hell and back for you!

This is one of the most Plagiarized poems on the internet

Author Fiona Marie Hawthorn of Potton Township Quebec.


Take a Turn

I’ve walked it

I’ve run it

I’ve seen it

It’s Dirty

Smell it taste it in the air

It’s all around it there

In our hearts

And festering souls

It’s Dirty

And I’ve run from it and prayed at it

I’ve cursed it and belittled it

But it follows always

Never tiring never ceasing

To claw and infect

So Dirty

It’s a world

It’s a goal and a dream

To roll in it like pigs in shit

So follow

Or swallow

Suck or die

The slime they gave us

It drags us in.

that righteous load of



I am sitting in a WiFi shop writing for no one to read and wondering why I am still in this province. It blows here. I am told by my grown children that I have paid my dues and now have the right to go and live where ever I want. But I’m too old to just pick up and leave. So I’m making the plan. In two years I’m going on a permanent road trip. Maybe, if I don’t find something more fun before then. I love you all.