Thursday, November 10, 2016


One’s Time
Upon this little blue planet
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One’s time could be as beautiful as a sunset !
One’s time could be as desolate as a desert !
One’s time could be as colourful as a rainbow !
One’s time could be as bleak as storm clouds !
One’s time could be as warm as spring rain !
One’s time could be as scary as a roller-coaster !
One’s time could be as much fun as a carnival !
One’s time could be as boring as a merry-go-round !
One’s time could be as exciting as white water rafting !
One’s time could be as light as a kite upon the wind !
One’s time could be as petrifying as the unknown !
One’s time could be as comforting as mother’s breast !
One’s time could be as uncertain as the weather !
One’s time could be as positive as the spirit of love !
One’s time could be as putrefying as spoiled food !
One’s time could be as nourishing as great cuisine !
One’s time could be as empty and dark as a great void !
One’s time could be as full as our evolving universe !
One’s time could be as moments we jump into with both feet !
One’s time could be as a whole, by sucking the life out of them !
One’s time could be as much, or as little as the choices we make !
One’s time could be as a great adventure !, if only time, we’d take !

B. J. “A” 2
November 10th 2016

Wednesday, November 2, 2016




The Ghost Dance

The spirit of hopeful salvation.
A shirt of impenetrable protection.

White man’s bullets, deep penetration,
killing hundreds with insatiable aggression.

Wounded Knee, becoming a place for destruction
of spirt, of body, of women and children, compunction

never to become a part of white man’s conscious compassion
as he steals, plunders, rapes, pillages, kills with self-satisfaction

Today, hundreds of years later, First Nations battle white man’s gratification
for the lands left the Land Owners, who were just care givers, never their possession.

B. J. “A” 2
November 2nd 2016