Below are samples of the poetry that can be found in "The Teenage Years ...Mapped" As the release of the second book, tentatively titled "Voice inVerse" nears, new releases from that will be found here. In the mean time enjoy, and please do not copy the works without written permission. It is protected under CANCOPY and the Canadian Copyright Laws.
Here it
is,
finally in a book.
I decided to write it for you,
and now it is yours.
You can
use it
to help you on your way
as you grow up,
as you reflect on life.
It will
age with you,
some pages will be
rippled with tears
ripped with anger
and tattered with love.
This is
yours,
and I hope it helps,
for this is your guide,
the teenage years,
mapped...
Psycho
Freedom of expression.
I will do what I please,
so don't try to stop me.
Feel the artistry.
Watch me as I get high.
See my eyes glare,
roll up in my head.
Frustration in the fingers.
Pressure in the head.
Undersexed and over expressed.
Better off then before.
The world analyzes,
face value.
Maybe more maybe less.
The strange get attention,
so sink your teeth in.
Don't forget to hold on.
Now lets begin.
Sensory Overload
Hey there you,
yeah you
you know you want it.
So how are you gunna get it?
You can reach and grab,
get physical, make skin touch.
But don't be brassy,
don't be bold.
You be good, and do as you're told.
We don't need to be rough,
use your word, it can be tough.
Hey there you,
yeah you,
come ... c'mon, come here.
Follow me and let it go.
Don't hold on for the ride.
Live it.
Feel it.
Let it go and relax.
Lean back and enjoy the show,
it's got rave reviews.
Don't be frightened, you can do anything here.
Act your own part.
Cry with joy,
sweat with anticipation,
or open your mouth and scream.
I'll be with you, I'll guide you.
It'll be fun in the end,
so listen to me.
‘Cause you know you want to,
come with me
on sensory overload.
Epiphany
In life there are risks.
There are risks every day.
You do things,
take the risk,
whatever happens, happens.
And you wake up the next morning,
the same way that you always did, alive.
I felt different though,
mundane, no...
My heart was beating, and I was alive,
the difference ... was that I was happy,
happy to be alive.
And you, you're the reason.
I don't know why,
but I don't question...
why you were brought
in to my life.
Sure there have been others,
other guys, but you're not one.
You stand out, and I've given in.
After one kiss, you're with me
all the time.
All the time, I'm on cloud nine.
And it's you, it's because of you.
And I'm freed from the depths,
of a habitual day.
I still wake up every morning,
the same way that I always did, alive.
And I'm thankful to be alive.
But I'm privileged to have you.