Montreal interior designer by day, poet and author by night.
To grasp the concept of 2solitudes, you only have to look around you: Your city, your neighborhood, your friends, your lovers.
To fully understand 2solitudes means to understand your relationship to all of the above, your relationship to the world and hopefully better understand yourself and feel connected.
This is why we share...
Most of my family life has indeed revolved around the kitchen table. It's been a place not only to eat and drink, but to share and to love, to laugh at times and cry at others.
This is a very small tribute to a very great woman that I miss alot, my grandmother.
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I feed people, pets, pigeons
only to find I am more
well fed in return.
Its perhaps an upbringing
of seeing people, with little to eat
themselves, feed others
Without hesitation, there was
always another place at the
table that we all shared
An only child, but never lonely,
from the parade of people
and characters at the table.
And in sharing food, we shared
love and a belief that to
sit and share was to love.
My grandmother taught me well,
not how to cook, but why
and not for whom.
I am filled with her presence
at times when I feel that love
and comfort in her food.
And now that I now cook for others
I am well fed in return.
Debra
November 27.2006
La peine ecrite dans sa face
cette haine nefaste envers le monde.
Pourquoi qu'on ne pourrait pas l'aider
a surmonte le moindre des choses?
Un jeune de temperament instable
le monde un huitre qui s'ouvre a lui.
On n'en sait rien de son vecu
mais qu'est-ce qu'on sait n'est pas permis.
Cette rage qui le tourmente dedans
Comme personnes proches on veut lui faire
Confiance et lui prendre dans nos bras,
Pour calmer les horages temeraires
Nous ne sommes des anges, surtout pas des dieux
Ce jeune esprit qui a deroule
On espere juste qu'il peut faire son mieux
pour nous surprendre une autre journee.
Cette rage qui dort au coeurs des hommes
c'est ca qui cause les guerres subites.
Les guerres de l'ame, l'amour, pays
Il faudrait bien qu'on reflechi,
Avant d'agir, les consequences
de nos actions qu'on vit toujours
De voir toute journee avec esperance,
et l'espoir de la paix un jour.
Debra
09.10.2007
est la reflection de votre amour
L'amour qui grandit tout les annees
Vous allez vivre vieux, deux vieux ainees.
Peut-etre , les deux petits vieux,
deux chaises bercantes sur les lieux,
C'est pas grave, dirait grand frere,
Si vous chicanez quelle chaise que l'un prefere
A regarder cet arbre qui fait
chiallez les voisins a cause que les
racines poussent a travers leur cour,
Rapelle leur dont de votre amour.
Cet arbre qui a pousse tout petit,
Comme un enfant on la nourrit,
de votre patience et votre soutient,
Maintenant sa force il est le tiens.
Pense a ca quand tu serre ton arbre
Votre arbre qui vous ais vu grandir
en couple et surtout d'accomplir
Son but etait de votre survivre.
Le bon dieu regne au coeur des choses
et on ne peut pas etre oppose
Il prends soins de ceux qu'on aime
Pour nous rendre la vie sereine.
Debra 11.09.07
There is insanity in reason,
The store-shelf order by which
I organized my life, now bare.
The compartments in which
I put people, things and feelings
coming apart and falling down.
My rational side undone by one
who favours expression and
not the hours it takes.
There is insanity in order,
The reason for doing the mundane
at certain prescribed hours or days.
Who wrote this for me, this script
and what it does to my innate
loving creating being.
That year all about order
caring for everyone only to
descend into displeasure and unease
To escape the pressure this script
put upon me and everyone
else around to see the damage
Control, I thought I was doing
well, but that veneer was thin
And then became transparent.
My skin becoming thinner
with each sleepless night breeding
fear, doubt and less sleep.
How I prayed for all of you
and in being selfless how
I felt I was losing both you and myself.
But the control kept me going
or so I thought, one foot after another
step by step and I'd get through
A year unlike another.
Debra
November 12.2006
tortured artist of.our souls.
I loved him then, I'd love him still.
The stillness in his life right now
to gain his soul, and life to hold.
That week I wished the God would take, my soul
before my soul would wake, I wished
He'd take me in the night
and so deliver me from this plight.
My faith has now been shaken
in the dark and fitful night.
That love bestowed upon me
now taken from above.
My footsteps wandered aimlessly
at first ,then stood to fight..
For what I truly want and who I
really need, to be embraced again
by his knowledge and his light.
Enlighten me so that I can
with only him to understand.
Enlighten me so that I may
rise to bravely face the day.
Enlighten me so that I should
Remember I did all I could.
Once I wished upon a star, then
prayed to God from here and far
to send an angel. And when he did
I cried out, being so surprised,
perhaps the word is mesmerized.
To care for me while I cared for others,
be they sisters, Mothers, brothers
My shoulders felt too weak and narrow
to carry what I needed to follow.
The trial of a mothers' pain inspires
you to get up again, At 5 or 7, 3 or 6,
This pain became my family's mix.
And in this mix he did arrive,
To be there with me, by my side
Those nights I cried or held back tears
He held me close, relieved my fears
when I thought it was her time to bide.
The person I became of obligation and duty
had totally obscured in me all the beauty
That he taught me along the way, regardless
of what I had to say.That our paths
have changed in place, I'd like to
remain in his good grace, The Grace that
brought him to me first, will never
quench my rekindled thirst, for truth
And knowledge foremost, when we forgive
ouselves from whatever sin, the sin of thinking
that We know, and that it will absolve us so
It's only for him to know..
I no longer know anything, that I believe, so now
I wish to find my place, and thank the Lord my life
he graced with his presence and his soul and
Within that place that I become whole.
Debra
28.07.2007
I hope the suffering that we face
on this earthly plain will help us when
we are guided home by his sweet face
and home at least we rest and then..
That knowing that he loves us all
with sinners, saints within our midst.
Protect us now, for when we fall
we want to be within your grip.
Protect the ones who went before
That they should be our guiding light,
they'll help to open heaven's door
And help us through a mortal night.
Debra
28.07.2007
Another six down, the paper read,
Turn off the TV, go to bed, after all
you'll read it all tomorrow, forget
they're there, forget the sorrow.
It's not like they're our son and daughter.
Our son and daughter fast asleep,
I pray the Lord their souls he'll keep
From useless slaughter from this war
brought upon us from him afar.
Product of oil bureaucracy,
his family of idiocity stay tucked in bed
throughout the night, without pondering
the poor man's fight
It's rich, not poor, who start
these wars. It's poor who only serve the rich
to gain their enduring cross of fame
an endless parade of those young names.
They could be neighbours,could be sons
Remember they're not the only ones.
They could be mine, they could be yours
Concripted through revolving doors.
A better future and better place, the
posters said on that blank wall, they
took the bait and there they went, we know
that now, repent, repent.
A government that is born in war,
cannot be trusted very far.
Our voice must rise against the din,
to save them From more awful sins.
To save the Newborn children too,
that they may start the world anew.
The ones who are born
of peace and grace to take the blinders
from our face.
That we may see with our whole eyes;
the fact that many innocents die,
In saving country, saving face, to me.
is not amazing grace
Amazing grace how sweet the sound........
is not of hearses coming round
Debra. 07.07.2007
what drove him to her, is what's driving
me insane.I hurried down the corridor
looking for that exit lane.
The door was barred,so then I turned
to see him right before my eyes.
Come with me, you long, lost child, I'm
someone who will listen to your cries.
Come with me on this short ride
and I'll show you the other side.
The side where money and where fame
Will make you want to go back again.
I followed him down that long, dark hall
Compelled, somehow by some great call
To be in the presence of a prophet, who
said what he sang and surely knew of it.
That times are tough and getting worse,
how we should escape this growing curse
of greed for profit, then pass the blame.
It's not the way to clear your name.
In two short nights he said he'd teach
what seemed to me beyond my reach.
And what I learned in such short time
I said I'd always keep in mind.
I'll remember always what he said,
about
in ancient
and mother to create our life.
We parted ways and then I'd sleep to
wake from thoughts so far and deep.
That what I dreamt, or so it seemed
I know that I will be redeemed
Debra 07.15.2007
Orwellian in its secrecy and now from protests infamy.
Of meetings born in false pretense, the beauty obscured by that fence.
The natural beauty of our land, sullied now by heavy hand.
The hand that claims to represent, we've all come truly to resent.
And wipe that smugness from his face, protect us from this false embrace
It's sad he said and walked away, prepared to let the media sway
Our opinions, thoughts and mind, if only he knew he pay in kind.
The power of the people still, reminds us all we have the will
to change the world for better yet, before they have the next summit.
Let's not throw stones, but words at them, so they remember why they came
to power first because of us, and grovel to re-earn our trust.
Debra 26.08.2007
Virtue is a product of compromise,
The vexing vein of self-restraint
Virtue is born of discussion when
You know you won’t go back again.
Upon your word and nor your life
That life alone now filled with rife
And awful dreams and nightmares when
Your life was short and memory brief.
My life now long, and sometimes much
Too long for me to even touch.
I haven’t now but two, but four
My efforts cannot be ignored.
I pray each night that we shall stay
Within our arms and safe we’ll sleep
Our life now entwined in such a way
I’ll sleep my love, so soft and deep.
Debra
19.02.2008