Epilogue - Self Portrait Weyburn Saskatchewan
She And I Were Both Here - Somehow
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End of Series: Weyburn
I am moving on from here now. A story is closed... a new chapter opened somewhere. I will have to find it. So... Epilogue Weyburn Yellowgrass You Me We All Too Two fathers buried there now, Weyburn? If not, I can help you with that. Maybe in Yellowgrass Or maybe even in Mauritius? Where the wind nor the dirt makes no difference Except perhaps their disregard of folly with which we encumbered history, For a family is was will be built there, Like to Yellowgrass where I go again this late summer With a daughter to visit gravestones slowly multiplying, For there is no escaping the living graves of our history... All of us immigrants of innocence. Psychiatry our fathers shared They cared Then politics and history again Rewrote rewrites erased erases their efforts One of colour One white Both dead except Alive a flame That they each one mattered too. I loved love my father Regardless of political erasure So too can you I know you do too. What is this faux Canada Who we all fails to recogni
Published: Fi - In Search Of A Missing Note (no copies left)
Fi - In Search Of A Missing Note A Trilogy In Three Parts Love Faith Life No longer in print. Only web version for now. email: jpmlvll (at) gmail.com
Bangladesh - China – Canada – Joe Fresh T&T Can’t Buy Me Love jpmelville my god my job in the global economy hmmm let me tell you i am a simple man in a corporate cross-global space living in hotels eating in restaurants walking on streets swamped in urbanity a soul among millions Dakka - Beijing - Vancouver swimming in a swamp of madness cars and neon signs airports and mergers... this is no marco polo world no wilderness no daemons no wonder no treasure no awe no sirens not even conquering for all is conquered all has conformed we export and we import now we own we buy we come laden with oil, wet we come laden with sport shoes and cell phones and garlic, sweat and grime we unisex partners, ooooh come go laden with the same and call ourselves richer, fairer, peaceable even tolerant for the effort? but i with little to do but open my eyes i can see the movers and shakers, banga bazaar
Fi
Fi - In Search of A Missing Note Something happening Fi I couldn’t take you any where But where you’re gonna go Déja vu Some where when rising sun comes And sweat our skin shows Colour of love I move with you again dawn yellow sun Don’t let the night forget that I was there Cause I came when the horses called And riding through I’ll be there when again Again our sweat says here That God calls its really all okay Cause all you take you took from me and more… I’m okay let’s move rock on Women work and men fall back Let’s dance around a pole of history Cause baby Fi you’re the ride And ride I will Carry me through mountains thorns drop me leave me I’m ok bled… Love’s a ride and maybe Weyburn Reference to the world crowd That damn I’m from the bush and I’ve the guts to ride your plain… Babe she says I’m a ride your gonna ‘fraid to take Girls gals ain’t nothing near what that pop girl says Says hey… donwannabrakson
End Another Day
Sept 15, 2018 JP End Another Day Now it is almost time to start another day Which means it must be getting Close to when I’ll fall asleep Some sleeps and mornings arrive in a blink Other sleeps are fitful And it takes forever to get to the new day Sometimes it’s because I am worried about something And I have to tell myself what a waste of time that is Worrying about something in the darkness When even the light won’t come if you beg it to Sometimes it takes forever because My heart keeps missing a beat Because missed beats wake me And I have to gasp to catch A bit of oxygen Other times it’s because I drank too much alcohol, even a little And I always find there is nothing to be gained for sleep from al
