A Poem

Human Discourse

Of course human discourse
Is a force of much importance
Verbal back and forths
How we all hold a view and core stance

Representing values and systems
Oral or written
They reside in our core
In the depths of our soul folklore

We all have tales
Telling when our values were tested
Rested on assumptions

We were then forced to question
Each lesson, an instant message
Whose message has left us
In the quest of more questions

So we prevail on this trail
Unwanting to grow stale
Walking over bouldered roads
Bumpy like brail
Paper, white paper
Crumpled to a ball

Planet Earth condensing matter
Into a mind so small
But does the mind matter?
Matter of fact it does.

If you make not the mind matter
It floats onwards like fuzz...

But the question remains...
How much buzz need there be?
Are you settled on one flower?
Or busy like a bee?

The water or the lotus?
The wind or the tree?

Forces of the mind
Beckon us into motion
As streams move to rivers
And rivers move to oceans

While sense makes to thoughts
And thoughts make to sentences
To emotions and understanding
Towards eventual transcendence.

Water Colour Paintings...

Here are some recently complete watercolours I did. I like using pencil watercolour for these purposes.


Mouse.



Rabbit.




Honey Bee


Pig.

30 GOOD PUNS

1. A bicycle can't stand alone because it is two-tired.
2. What's the definition of a will? (It's a dead giveaway).
3. Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
4. A backward poet writes inverse.
5. In democracy it's your vote that counts; In feudalism, it's your count that votes.
6. Cantelope are one fruit that never seem to get married
7. A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.
8. If you don't pay your exorcist you get repossessed.
9. With her marriage she got a new name and a dress.
10. Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and I'll show you A-flat minor.
11. When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.
12. The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.
13. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.
14. You feel stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.
15. Local Area Network in Australia: the LAN down under.
16. He often broke into song because he couldn't find the key.
17. Every calendar's days are numbered.
18. A lot of money is tainted. 'Taint yours and 'taint mine.
19. A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.
20. He had a photographic memory which was never developed.
21. A plateau is a high form of flattery.
22. The short fortuneteller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.
23. Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.
24. When you've seen one shopping center you've seen a mall.
25. Those who jump off a Paris bridge are in Seine.
26. When an actress saw her first strands of gray hair she thought she'd dye.
27. Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.
28. Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.
29. Acupuncture is a jab well done.
30. Marathon runners with bad footwear suffer the agony of defeat.

Canada Day!

I realized that it was 5 years ago today that I was busy studying Traditional Drumming and Dance in Ghana, West Africa. I thought it would be appropriate therefore to include it in today's post. What I did 5 years ago at the Canadian Embassy in Ghana (check out weird dancer boy in pic)...and what I did this year, which was engage in a Crystal Bowl Sound Healing session with my buddy Darren Austin Hall!

Teaching Kids Neuroscience!

I had the privilege of teaching kids in Toronto the science behind how we think...and why things like helmets are good. Gosh I should be a little bit more diligent wearing mine. Believe it or not, this lecture actually involved words and phrases like "sensory cortex" "occipital lobe" "temporal cortex" ...big words for little brains. Oh and PS, that's a brain made out of gelatin. Pink gelatin. It wobbled.

A poem...

In this 10 000 bar’ song of life

Your heart pounded my way like the thumping of a bass drum
Boop Booped its way over to mine, til we sounded complete
Synchrony synchronous with the pulse of the universe

And when you won my heart
You started to tap on my head like a hi hat
A keeper of time

In this 10 000 bar’ song of life
In this 10 000 bar’ song of life

The hollow drum of existence started to seem full once more
Again as the stare from your eyes
Hit me like a snare drum comprised
Of a syncopated rhythm

Between you and I
Still pondering who was the conductor
In this speechless symphony

And how experience and life tightened
The loose ends of our drumheads
Such that it sounded like we belonged together,
Despite the weathering

In this 10 000 bar’ song of life
In this 10 000 bar’ song of life

We each lent one another a hand
To grasp each others habits
Like a drum stick – slippery at times

Slippery like rhymes and tongue twisters
As the edge of our lips blista’
Because the drum roll before I kissed ya
Is still waiting for its crash symbol

To symbolize a beginning of our favorite tune
That will take a finite eternity to finish

In this 10 000 bar’ song of life
In this 10 000 bar’ song of life

Discovery

I discovered you like I discovered the Discovery Channel
Flipping through the channels of life I paused on you
Because you were the only insight in a world of entertainment
But unlike the tube you remained forever on…
Closed captions couldn’t yield a greater understanding of your divine words
And like a documentary on blind birds
All I could do was watch and wonder
When you took flight in my thoughts
I chased you to the yonder
And so now I ponder your flight plan
Taking clues from the winds
Use the stars as my compass
Because I’m sure, even if I was the right man
I could never encompass
The fertile lands that would keep you near
For as the sun set out south
So too will your wings steer

RB