I am looking for a human being, no beasts, who can provide a good home 4 my soul.
It has never, to my knowledge, ever been dammed or made impure by my actions or those of others.
I am asking for a price that will be determined upon acceptance of new owner’s suitability.
I am not looking for demonic or dark lord applicants.
Please be respectful and light seeking in your application paragraph.
Please give a description of your peace love and happiness actions in your application paragraph.
Peace out man.

Prayers for the lives of Libya this day spiralling down inside the night enshouding her cool desert heart burning hot with the blood of martyrs.

Prayers for a girl yearning to learn how to write her love inside a viral youtube soundbite.

Prayers for Charlie.

Prayers for my love lost inside my destroyed heart.

Peace luv and happiness be upon us all.

i lost my soul back there in spaces too numb to say…

i found it again…someone else wore it down…

i like it, it is comfortable now, broke in like an old coat…

i think i will take it with me when i leave…

Hi everybodi

it is a good day today

peace

love

happiness

just say no to hate

Hello peoples of the planet earth

postin from the burning west coast of canada

finally got some rain

feels cool

KD is to live everyday better than the last.

KD’s warm cheddar glow suffuses all

Within G*d’s perfection in one steaming bowl,

Forgive those without KD in their lives.

KD is peace luv and happiness herenow.

KD is my mother’s love served straight from her heart.

KD to everyone on G*d’s green earth

Living for world peace one bowl of KD at a time.

KD’s creamy smooth seduction enamours all

Shaping a steamy sensuous spread for lovers entwined.

KD is my love given unconditionally.

KD is my love warm and happy herenow.

KD is undeniably Canadian.

KD stretches meals to outlast winter.

KDmushroomsoupskipjackcelerycasserole.

KD is in the heart of every Canadian.

KD is Canada united by KD.

Sleek slide weaves exquisite lines

weaving sexy smooth cascading flow

spiraling whirlpools climb translucent dreams

reaching into this realm of regret streaming tears

freedom from heart’s torn

streaming brilliant golden light

transforming unborn visions to earthly redemption

sealing the doom of the unrepentant

blind to the peace of love

centered upon acceptance

of self

radiating eternal outward

embracing all within this simple pure love

blessed upon all by G*d eternal.

 Just found another one of Milton Acorn’s (Dig Up My Heart; Selected Poems:1952-1983) gems about the bitter reflection of a life lived hard to the sharp edge of the abyss.A reality lived that was grim enough to make Milton cancel his subscription to the resurrection.

I’ve Tasted My Blood

If this brain’s over-tempered

consider that the fire was want

and the hammers were fists.

But my mother’s look

was field of brown oats, soft-bearded;

her voice rain and air rich with lilacs:

and I loved her too much to like

how she dragged her days like a sled over gravel.

Playmates? I remember where their skulls roll!

One died hungry, gnawing grey porch-planks;

one fell, and landed so hard he splashed;

and many and many

come up atom by atom

in the worm-casts of Europe.

My deep prayer a curse.

My deep prayer the promise that this won’t be.

My deep prayer my cunning,

my love,my anger,

and often even my forgiveness

that this won’t be and be.

I’ve tasted my blood too much

to abide what I was born to.

I am still trying to fathom what makes art and what makes drivel. Sometimes a very fine line separates elemental truth from self-indulgent sobbing. I find that Milton’s use of the images of the sled and gnawing porch planks states as much as a Capra picture does about the suffering of humanity. One line crosses us over into the artists head bleeding pain onto his page marking his life out one scratch at a time.

While I was browsing thru the library poetry stacks I found a copy of  an anthology of Milton Acorn’s collected poems,both prose and verse 1957-68, entitled: ”I’ve Tasted My Blood”. I have worn my watch on the inside of my wrist as a rule when working for decades. I would like to share with you all the reasons for this practice, amongst working men, that Milton has preserved in verse.

Why A Carpenter Wears His Watch Inside ’The Wrist

They say it’s guarded better

there.from the bumps of the trade.

I disproved this,and

guessed first those patched people

stuck up like chimneys

in high places,fix them

with no long upsetting armswing,

just a turn of the wrist,

but the gruesome truth is

that with the gargoyle-pussed

boss watching,they

don”t worry much about balance;

which led me to the real reason

they wear watches tucked close

bouncing and scratching

among all their tools …

it’s so they can look quick

out of the lefteyecorner

without the foreman seeing.

Don’t let yourself be overworked by deadline heart attack beasts.Life is too short as it is too be worked to death or into a state where you find yourself injured or crippled because of another’s need to bank a profit on your labour.

I have come to accept that we all possess the ability to trip on everything that we have experienced in our lives. I have now reached the point where I can access positive energy and trip on it just like it was still an experience happening. I have learned to defuse the negative ones and accept that they are as much a part of me as the positive ones. They all make up my being . I have come to see that the negative ones are actually positive because I survived them and as such I am a stronger human being.

 It is important to step outside of yourself and see yourself as others see you within the larger expanse of time. As your body, mind and soul evolve towards the portal of death and all that is to become you when we all part with our mortal coils it is important to embrace this totality  of  being. If you do not your end will be mired inside an ugly cocoon of recrimination and bitterness.