Yours Truly


I live a sad and lonely life
On an iceberg isolated
I have no children, I have no wife
I sit in darkness insulated
All is as it was so fated
Angels cried while they masturbated
And their tears inseminated
The emptiness that incubated
The desolation that escalated
The melancholy and sorrow rife
Debased and self-deprecated
The single cause of all my strife
The author of all my anxieties unruly
The sole reason that I suffer is because of yours truly


T J Therien

I Put the Tim in Intimidation


Look into my eyes
When they are red with rage
And tell me that you fear me not
As you pale, your courage flies
Like a bird released from its cage
As you face my wrath like iron wrought
As the failing flickering light dies
And blood splatters on the page
You receive the ire you have sought
The chalk outline never lies
You miscalculated and didn’t gauge
The severity of the lesson you’ve now been taught
You were smiling smug with satisfaction
Until you felt the full force of my reaction

T J Therien

Fair Weather Fair Warning


On tilted access the Earth will spin
On its tour around the Sun
We are playing a game we cannot win
Weaving webs that shouldn’t be spun
And doing things that can’t be undone
Our current trajectory is a collision course
Our extinction is just on the horizon
Because Nature is an indomitable force
And the voice of protest is strained and horse
Ears have been deafened and eyes cannot see
If we fail to stop Global Warming at the source
We will have no choice but accept this reality
But while our priorities are so out of whack
The Earth will seek a way to shake the fleas from her back

T J Therien

How to Deal with Liars and Snakes


Truth is, a broken election promise

Is a breach of the public trust

Lacking morals, Politicians are ethic-less

They will say whatever it is they must

Guided by their greed, blind ambition and lust

And under scrutiny and further inspection

The loaf of bread is but a shell of crust

Empty double-speak and misdirection

Anything just to win the next election

They deliver bare bones when they offer us meat

And skillfully avoid Revolution and Insurrection

By making outlaws of protesters that take the street

Those broken promises by public officials are the true crime

And they are the ones that need to be punished with Jail time






T J Therien


Set List

I am one of ten writers that have been asked to perform at a closed spoken word event in Toronto on the 19th of March. I have been agonizing since accepting the invitation over what I will recite. I contacted one of the organizers of the event and asked if there was a theme or subject for the night, hoping to make my selection process easier. I received a response telling me there was no theme, that it was about my (literary) voice and my story. So needless to say, I was still perplexed. After much deliberation I settled on four poems I believe best exemplify my voice and my story. I believe these pieces (while not necessarily the best I’ve written) represent best me as a Poet. I also think the poems I have selected are the perfect intersection between life and craft. For my reading I have selected 4 poems, a Rondeau, a Shakespearean Sonnet, a Chant Royal and a Huitain. Following are the pieces I have selected.




Some men were born, born to be great,

Privilege served on a silver plate,

Roses that have been clipped of thorn,

A welcome never over-worn,

Heredity commiserate


Some men were bred for better fate

Where butlers buttle and maids wait,

Oh, plentiful and golden horn,

Some men were born


Inability to relate

To man born above subway grate

Shivering on cold winter morn

With rotten teeth pulled and head shorn,

Feeling second class, second rate

Some men were born


T J Therien



Self Portrait-Shakespearean Sonnet


Plucked from the pages of Dostoyevsky

I really am quite the caricature,

Cartoon buffoonery played out tragically,

Edvard Munch could not paint a more accurate picture,

A sketch of tormented soul, draped in melancholic shroud,

The nightmare that evolved from the dream,

Random thoughts the Madman wonders aloud,

In order to silence them I scream,

At sunset I fight the dying lights

Beneath star bright, under dark form of magic,

Everything pales in the shadow of white nights,

While the moon waxes and wanes nostalgic,

The hours unwind and death draws nearer

This is the idiot I see when I look in the mirror


T J Therien



Demons-Chant Royal


A thousand years of ritual abuse,

Violate convention and armistice,

Battlefield yields forensic clues

Of a war with monsters that does not cease,

The undead legions of zombies attack,

Vampire feeds on hemophiliac,

The gentle prick and the trickle of red,

Infection through vein and artery sped,

The blood curdles and the milk goes sour,

I became all that I despise and dread,

After scorching earth and burning bower


With the man in the mirror there is no truce,

Science of sabotage his expertise ,

Bomb triggered by either timer or fuse,

Hidden with heart, in urn on mantelpiece,

Set to detonate when the night is most black,

In sleep deprived thought of insomniac,

Is it how I was born? How I was bred?

What kind of nutrient was demon fed?

That makes it grow stronger by the hour,

Trying to run away, in haste I fled

After scorching earth and burning bower


Why am I so thick skulled and obtuse?

The precious real-estate I let them lease,

While producing excuse after excuse,

Clawing their way out of crevice and crease,

Rising to surface from fissure and crack,

These evil entities, demoniac,

Bear witness as I did the Devil wed,

It is through my own private hell I tread,

Hide in corner of the mind and cower

And scissors snip the single strand of thread

After scorching earth and burning bower


My moral decline and the loss of my values

Led to another run in with the police,

Threw me in the drunk tank and turned the thumbscrews,

Brought before justice to plead for release,

Stood in the box with kleptomaniac,

Before judge sent me up the Pontiac,

The horror, I shivered, as my sentence was read,

Solitaire on rations of water and bread,

Locked away in dungeon roots of tower,

Punishment dispensed for the life I had led

After scorching earth and burning bower


Didn’t matter if it was sex, drug, or booze,

My destructive nature was the centerpiece,

I was playing a game that I could only lose,

Being ruled by chaos and caprice,

Kicking around my heart like a hacky sack,

Like a freight train coming off of the track,

Derailing my life, in gutter I bled,

Those of my ilk end up in jail or dead,

The light goes on and the truth will endower,

A moment’s epiphany and watershed

After scorching earth and burning bower




I peel the monkeys off of my back,

Swallow hard for any courage I lack

And slay the demons that dwell in my head,

Because no other man can stand in my stead,

Stand firm in my resolve and willpower,

I put on a new skin, the old one I shed

After scorching earth and burning bower


T J Therien





Mind diseased by lycanthropy,

You might not believe that it’s true,

You are no different than me,

A monster dwells within you too,

Werewolves appear when moon is blue,

We all have our Jekyll and Hyde,

If not one beast, then a zoo,

We all conceal darker side


T J Therien

Ella In Cinders



And Ella died of the black lung

She was quietly cremated

No eulogy written or read

No tabernacle choir sung

Life and love was over-rated

And have no bearing on the dead

Squabbling step-sisters tied their tongues

Her step-mother had to be sedated

When Prince Charming in haste re-wed

He gave his new wife the pearls strung

On nuptial bed desecrated

By one eyed monster with purple head

Cinders and ashes had been collected

Placed on the mantle and neglected


T J Therien


The Haiku Master

The skies grow dark, storm clouds brew,
Rogue wave swamps the rickety junk,
Japanese Poet writes Haiku
Floating around on wooden hunk,
Tempest raging, the vessel sunk,
Clinging to hope and broken board,
With unwavering faith of a monk,
His lot in life was underscored
By foul weather that down-poured,
By driving rains that would not cease,
Fate made the man a humble ward
Of World ruled by chaos and caprice
And yet this man gave not to fear
He always found a way to persevere

T J Therien

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On The Eve of World War III

The evidence is there, it’s plain to see
We’re teetering on the precipice of World War Three
Just take a moment or two to pause and think
And you will see we’re dangling over the brink
You will see we’re clinging to the thinnest thread
And we won’t be satisfied until everyone’s dead
Until corpses are ground into the ground by jackboots
How in Hell did we ever stray so far from our roots?
What of love, acceptance, decency and respect?
Shouldn’t those be the values of the ones we elect?
When did we change the dialogue and let hate grow stronger?
When did we hand the reins over to the War Monger?
When right is left and right is wrong
I ask, why can’t we all get along?

T J Therien

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True Terrorism

Come here and sit down beside me, my friend,
I’ll tell you how this will play out and end,
I’ll read the script if you lend me your ear,
Terrorists and Politicians feed off fear,
“If you elect him he will raise your taxes,”
“They will attack if security laxes,”
“Be vigilant and report your neighbors,”
The empty echo of rattling sabers,
Back against the wall and up in arms,
The world is chock-full of ills and harms,
But wrap your mind around this if you can
There is no such thing as the boogey-man
And remember this when you cast your vote
We put these crocodiles in our moat

T J Therien