His story had been written on the inside walls of his casket. Much like a sarcophagus. His story is scratched on the walls. A story that some say took a lifetime

I always wondered does a rich man's dinner taste sweeter? Do the drinks keep coming when your pockets are flushed with cash. Like a poet on payday,

His story had been written on the casket walls much, like a sarcophagus. His story scratched on the walls. A story that some say took a lifetime, but passed by, more like short, years. Those years, where you felt most like, life! alive! thrust into your own fate. With faith, optimism, courage and resolve.  The … Continue reading A Man's Legacy: Jordan Derksen

I am the ocean; I am the waves, the shore, the tide, the coral, the fish. I am the sand and the rocks. I am the moon, the moonlight that reflects the bubbles of oxygen. I am held down by the sky, we mix together in choppy waves. We are sisters! the ocean and the … Continue reading The Ocean: Jordan Derksen

Living in poverty Until I win the lottery Sitting on a stone With my pipe and bone Waiting for the angels To save me! I’m a ramble, man Had the world in my hand She’s my biggest fan, Destiny Did it all for you Fate is writing by the angels When they are in my … Continue reading Prophecy: Jordan Derksen

Love is as universal as the moon and the stars. Love is older than all the trees. It comes and goes like the changing of the seasons, from hot to cold and cold to hot. Love can come like floods from a river or slow like a stream. It can wash over the land as … Continue reading Love: Jordan Derksen

The rich man wants more the poor man goes without. The refugees want peace but you give them war. Juggling your livelihood fat stacks of cash decides If you're rich or poor, if you have peace or war. Peace, the price of which is paid in many ways but its values are far greater than … Continue reading Priceless: Jordan Derksen

The dark nightstands still, as the earth turns. The moon circles slowly reflecting the sun that shines. Brightly, the stars twinkle like snowflakes falling. The space between the planets is like the great expanse of the oceans. The dark night stands still as the earth turns.

An omage to Winnipeg. A true city of peace and beauty, a city where you can get frostbite at Festival du Voyageur and sunburn at Folkfest. A nightlife of, music and friendship, with drinks a three cheers. We talk the night away in alleyways smoking and joking just want to hang out because it's cold … Continue reading An Homage to Winnipeg: Jordan Derksen

I foreshadow the future I see the sun go down on the horizon, I hear the Tall tales told in the night Around smokes! The stories of A hero and villains battle Between men. Man’s greatest Enemy is himself! I try not To think too far ahead, but The battle lines have been Drawn, if … Continue reading Coming Home: Jordan Derksen