Saturday, 10 September 2016

wondering of you

we all want to help one another
human beings are like that

w o n d e r i n g   o f   y o u

there was a time when meadow 
grove, and stream the earth, 
and every common sight
to me did seem

apparelled in celestial light
the glory and the freshness of a dream 
it is not now as it hath been 
of yore turn wheresoe'er I may
by night or day

the things which I have seen 
I now can see no more

William Woodsworth


Saturday, 13 August 2016

axis of evil

we awoke one morning in September
and the world lurched on it's axis

George W Bush

a x i s  o f  e v i l 


there are monsters out there
who will fuck you up

my name is Aaron Driver and this is my story
you've probably read about me recently
headline news even

taking a trip out to the edge of our flat earth
reporting back - I didn't make it

I blew up the interior of a taxi cab 
in Strathroy Ontario - made a bit of a mess
at the time, I was sitting in the back seat - the driver's ok
I'm not - because I'm dead
repeatedly shot by the RCMP who just appeared
almost like they had been watching me the whole time

they say I may have been killed in the blast
so many lies, so little truth
no it was the 19 rounds
from their Ruger GP100's 
that did me in

probably because I was a few fries short
of a happy meal - well and
I had just blown up the inside
of a taxi cab - so

whatever - none of that matters now

radicalized?  a terror threat?
well, maybe I was, maybe I wasn't
you'll never know now
because they took me down



my Mom died when I was 7
and Dad checked out shortly after
ok, he was around physically
but somewhere else 
in his head

Mom was my lifeline - the only person
who really knew me - torn
beyond comprehension

she was the only person who loved me
thinking ... I don't want to be here anymore 

I was alone and didn't know what to do
so I hid inside myself for 3 years, by myself
it was fucked up but I adapted
going to school but having no idea why
Winnipeg was a shithole in 2006
still is

kids at school knew I lost her
but kept their distance anyway
I found a friend who lived down the street
like me ... lonely

I got weed from Mad Brad
we got high a lot - skipping classes
the bullshit they were teaching us
was so retarded

Dad caught me smoking a joint 
out in the garage one freezing night
and kicked me out of the house - I was 14
it was February so I drifted into the city
stood around for hours - no clue what to do
some chick told me about Regina House
a half-way shelter a few blocks away

I stayed there for a while
Kraft mac & cheese - straight up
nothing stupid added - I liked that
they had a PS2 - ya old
but better than nothing

I liked the idea of blowing shit up
and sending everyone to hell
then there's the internet 

I read all about world affairs, politics and conflict
how to build small explosives and watched porn late
it would be nice to have someone to side with tho
eenie meenie

years passed and everything just got worse
Dad remarried and just wanted to erase me
from his memory 

I needed a team to play for
Islamic State seemed as good 
as any good ole American ball club
like the Florida Gators or Mississippi State Bulldogs
only I didn't need all that padding
the protective helmet 

or red, white and blue cheerleaders 
 pom pom push up tits bouncing
chanting in the wings 

nope, I can do this solo
needing spiritual guidance from far away
exposed to the elements 
no backup support systems


there's ice on the inside window
staring out into yet another cold Canadian winter
lost kids like me inside gathered around the TV
the news is on but they're not watching

just planning their night out
about where they're going to score
and which park to hunker into
before returning trashed
to crash in their beds
at Regina House

their sanctuary 

television news spewing more crap 
something about weapons of mass destruction
WMD's - right, I need some LSD
George W is talking on an aircraft carrier
that he flew in on - piloting his own jet yet
right, ok - he's even wearing a Blue Angel flight suit
like he is just back from being over there
and there is a giant banner saying
"Mission Accomplished"

thinking - what mission - what accomplishment
am I the only one asking?

who is this idiot?
ok, my definition of psychopath and yours?
very different - channel changes

Family Feud with Richard Dawson is on
"yay - it's the feud dude" one of them remarks
stepping in and changing it back
"asshole" from the group - all leaving
why am I obsessed with this shit? 
standing here watching this and no one cares?   
people shouting praise for George W
and how he's 'taking care of business'
Saddam shot in a bunker
by American Special Forces
finally - freedom
2004 - 2016 even worse

thinking - ya there's terrorism - I get that
but what about the terrorism that we live in
and think nothing of
every day

 born and bred in the USA
waiting and watching - for the perfect moment

to strike


waiting for the order to arrive
from our Commander In Chief
alpha delta charlie 4 - in position sir

target confirmed and locked - awaiting instruction
permission to fire! permission to fire!
thinking I'm in good company
only they get to do it

and for a cause that is righteous and pure?
total bullshit 

why them and not me?
what does radicalization mean anyway?
good Christian Americans and evil 'radicals'
I can't tell one from the other anymore
no seriously, where's the good and where's the evil?

someone please tell me because
I can't see it

and who is anyone, who thinks they really know?

 my conclusion?  they don't
they only think they know


a x i s  o f  e v i l

well folks, here's the nuts and bolts of it
we're going to make America great again
oh yes - and I can promise you this

those who think we're wrong
are about to get one rude awakening

because we're watching
every move you make, who you talk to
and who you join forces with

them or us - us and them
let's just say, that you're being monitored
what you need to understand is this
we're the good guys and them?
they are the bad guys

yes, you're being groomed
for a whole new future

 and the sooner you get that 
into your simple mind?

the better

Aaron Driver  August 18, 1991 - August 10, 2016


Saturday, 23 July 2016


but a weak man knows the value of strength
and knows compassion

Steve Rogers

"Attention all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents
this is Steve Rogers

You've heard a lot about me 
over the last few days

Some of you were even ordered 
to hunt me down

But I think it's time to tell the truth
S.H.I.E.L.D. is not what we thought it was

It's all been taken over by HYDRA
and the bombs are about
to fall - on YOU!

GET TO YOUR SHELTERS - I'm on my way - over"

C a p t a i n   A M E R I C A


 I loved being a kid
no worries in the world
3 squares a day and a soft warm bed
to sleep in

fantasy slowly merging with reality

 I read comic books incessantly
from 1966 - 1969 (10-13) - hundreds actually
most stolen (ok borrowed) from George Pearson
he was this kid my age who had everything
the new mustang bike - cool clothes and shoes

lunch hour at school
sitting across from him - strategically

watching and yearning
OMG - he's got   

a soft, melt in your mouth 

honey-smoked ham and swiss cheese sandwich
with honey mustard and tons of mayo
and pickles!  frikkin' pickles!!
George taking that first bite - OMG!

seeing my pain - struggling with my baloney single
(no condiments, ok margerine on white and a dry apple)

what? (ok hoping) ... YES!

passing me one of two he has in his chilled
Partridge Family lunchbox (new - vinyl)
way cooler than the rusted urine yellow 
metal Canada goose box 
I brought mine in

George Pearson even looked like David Cassidy
same long hair and good looks - me?  a brush-cut
and another front baby-tooth gone

hiding it

devouring his like it was magic
home-made brownies and a biggy real milk
for dessert/thirst, sharing it all
with me

later - returning home

over yet another weiners and beans supper
with Heinz niblets (the vegetable) - listening to him - Dad
after telling him I had ham and swiss cheese
for lunch - he's laughing   

"spoiled" - my Dad would snicker
 "that George Pearson Jr - is spoiled rotten"

 Mom listening and nodding
finishing her canned corn

her veggie


ok like he's got, lots and lots of cool stuff that I would never get
and George didn't care if one or ten went missing
because his parents always buy him
more and more sick-ass shit - toys wow
giving me tons because he grew tired
of them after a week

I loved that guy

GI Joes WITH accessories - the "Man from Uncle"  
Soviet PPSh-41 Submachine Gun - lock and load

(ya we said dude back in the 60's too
but the comic books? fuck yeah)!  

I would bring a new one home
cherish it in my bed with the light on low
in my dark musty room

Stoney Point Ontario was a lonely place back then
everyone so preoccupied with their stupid shit

my comic hero's comforted me

Batman and Superman were my faves

then Spiderman and ya, Captain America

I learned early on that it was all just a lie
at 13, I stopped reading comics, just after my parents split
realizing that it's all just


"OK, Alexander Pierce is their leader
The S.T.R.I.K.E. and Insight crew are HYDRA as well

I don't know how many more
but I know they're in the building
They could be standing right next to you
They almost have what they want

Absolute control and we
can't let that happen"

"They shot Nick Fury and it won't end there
If you launch those helicarriers today
HYDRA will be able to kill anyone 
that stands in their way

Unless we stop them. I know I'm asking a lot
 But the price of freedom is high

It always has been and it's a price I'm willing to pay
and if I'm the only one, then so be it

But I'm willing to bet I'm not"

(swoosh he goes - into the stratosphere)

C a p t a i n   A M E R I C A

yep at 13 - what a crock
Captain America was my last look at a comic book
looking at the pictures 
before throwing it into the fire  

what our Marvel characters are all about? (even today) 
is about protecting the lie 
in the name of 'God' or 'patriotism' or 'liberty'
or whatever crap they want us to believe

for what's "best" 

so ya, that late summer 1969, in a flash of light
I burned all my comic books, in a bonfire
on the windy shore of Lake St Clair 
a fire abandoned an hour ago
by those who started it

getting darker and darker
spookier and deadlier

letting the fire burn out
on it's own - I'm sure they were thinking 
adding a box of comics will keep it alive
for another 20 minutes max

crickets and waves washing - thinking
dusk till dawn 

no - I don't trust these "super-hero's"
there's an unnerving undercurrent
unnoticed - missing something


wanting us to believe in them
to trust them and to obey them

for our 'safety'

to sacrifice whatever needs to be sacrificed
for the good of the 'cause'

not a clue what that is
doesn't matter

looking out
for what's right - for what serves
our better interest 

C a p t a i n   A M E R I C A


so lick my butt and suck
on my balls 

"American Exceptionalism" is a 150 year old ideology
that defines privilege and superiority over those who are not "American"

wherein those born in the U.S. (white American heritage specifically)
are now entitled to own anything and everything
(even that which is nurtured/developed by other cultures, 
here and abroad - is theirs)

THIS is the root cause of 'terrorism' (domestic/international)
because those who disagree automatically become a threat/adversary
and those who get in the way?

are expendable and irrelevant