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“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…”
Anonymous guru
Part III

As you may imagine, the litany went on and for how long, we know not…,
Finally, when we were totally spent and were in a zombie-like state,
Instinct took over, I lifted my daughter in my arms and carried her to the car,
Slowly, surreptitiously the spirit of the divine began to seep back into us, and to enliven us…,
As if some heavenly force were moving me, I drove to our favourite restaurant, were we wolfed down the most delicious Belgian waffles layered with maple syrup, disguised as the spirit of god, I’m sure…

Soon after, Africa began to do its healing work,
My daughter fell madly in love with a wonderful young man,
Who has given her another most beautiful baby girl,
Both their careers took off, they now live on an enchanting Mediterranean island,
And I am blessed enough to be able to behold their radiance,
Although, my trained healer’s eye, can sometimes see the sheen of sadness beneath the sparkles that reflect off my daughters’ diamond eyes…


“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…”
Anonymous guru

Time was taken away from me.
Even though i tried.
I wandered through time
in a dazzled state of mind.
Tortured from a thousand memories.
Mr lucky was no more.

Sitting in a cold room.
On the floor a desperate frame.
Watching the anguished rain
flow down beyond my face.
Why cant i see sunshine ?
Why cant i hold my happiness ?

Sunday beckons forth with
alarming regularity.
It cares not for my woes.
Never asking for reasons why,
in still calm waters, i wonder.
You should not dare to caress
the thoughts of joy.

There is a glimmer of light,
It shimmers just within reach.
A compromise from nature given.
Untold riches await my call.
And yet I cannot say yes,
I would lose the very thing
my heart bleeds for.

A stranger comes from heaven.
A calm and strong mind.
I seek no mistrust or emotive pain.
Only thoughts pure of spirit.
A guiding light to heal wounds past.
And from within grows might,
a force all powerful.
No more shall I seek the dead in reassurance.

This is my time !
With nothing to fear but fear itself !
I reign and am, despite illness of mind,
A king of kings within.
A throne without a royal standard.
My castle walls breaketh not.
In silent gratitude, my heart beats proud
No mortal mind can obstruct.

JEFF CLARKE
17/01/2004

just don't need or want around
the days are new unlimited ends
we're testing on the proving ground
the nights along with many friends

the horizon's edge is right here now
and all things are to those who be
no need to get to the end somehow
reading a lifeline scrolling marquee

most all of days like summers amaze
no winters blues to haunt us
can't get pulled by some malaise
the youth of life brings finesse

at walk at rest at last at best
time stands still forever young
challange and meet a youthful quest
before our aged song been sung

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-23

No empty void or hollow place to fill,
light filling,seeping from within,
my grateful heart's,yield,grown,
absorb my love,rise and bloom.

When someone uses violence,
To control another's life.
It causes lack of confidence,
Be it daughter, son or wife.

All the anger and frustration,
Can build up inside of you.
Til your desp'rate situation,
May lead you to vi'lence too.

It is often carried forward,
To the children of abuse.
Who then point the finger backward,
Use their parents as excuse.

But you always have your choices,
On this long and winding road.
You can listen to those voices,
Or just choose to change your mode.

You can stand up to that bully,
And thus remove his power.
Even though you realize fully,
It could be your final hour.

All the courage you can manage,
Will just barely be enough,
But you can control the damage,
And prove you're of stronger stuff.

So be kind to those who love you,
So that love may come to you.
Just don't let your demons shove you,
And to thine own self be true.

Jangled nerves
feel the pain
thorns and heartache
covered by a smile
eyes cry
in the night
hopes elusive
image disappears
it seems to be


hope against hope
know tunnels must end
willing you on
reach for a friend
reach for someone
shadows to comfort
when conflict is raging
but this too will pass

I saw you dancing the other day in the beautiful dress I made for you.

I couldn`t hold my tears back, you were so pretty.

Your smile lit up the room, I was so proud.

I whistled and hollered, drowning out the sounds of all the other parents.

I embarrassed you I know, you turned beat red when the other parents looked at me in annoyance.

I`m sorry honey, I don`t mean to, but I`m your mom and I love you.

ME
HOLD ME LOOSE BUT LOVE ME.
LET ME SEE WHAT I CAN BE.
ALL MY LIFE I'VE BEEN FOR OTHERS.
SOMEONE'S CHILD, SOMEONES WIFE,
SOMEONE'S MOTHER.
I'VE LOVED THEM ALL.
BUT NOW, YOU SEE.
I WANT TO KNOW WHAT I CAN BE.
IF I BE ME

she circles slowly
teetering in life
hard to move
hard to hold
patient she enjoys
sun and rest
and rest and sleep
won't be long now
but still a purr
can be coaxed
from the day
satisfaction in
the waiting

© agoodguy2have 2010-09-08

A single mom at age fifteen,
A mind of her own, entire.
When women's lib came on the scene,
No changes were required.

She raised her daughter up to be,
Equally independent.
In ev'ry way, I have to say,
She was her mom's descendant.

She didn't like the "Grandma" name,
Being only thirty-five.
So Gan-gan was the name she chose,
When her first grandchild arrived.

She worked at jobs for other folks,
No time to be romantic.
My first memory of her work,
Shipping vitamins organic.

Her only child raised up and wed,
She started her own bus'ness.
And quite successful was she too,
To that I am a witness.

Chiropractors phones she answered,
Black phones with dials dismounted.
She never missed a call for them,
The only thing that counted.

Twice a year she would take time off
At Christmas and Thanksgiving.
On Black Friday, go downtown,
To do our Christmas shopping.

The window decorations charmed,
Our little eyes with wonder.
We'd stop and stare in rapt delight,
As the crowds around would thunder.

On streetcars we would make the trip,
Those special times with Gan-gan.
And memory still melts my heart,
Even now as an old man.