while we’re trying

because we can say things other people can’t
because we are real
because we care
because we don’t care
about stupid stuff
because we have ideas
coming out the ying yang

because we can code
and no I don’t mean that code
although some uv us (like me)
can do a bit o dat too
(more on that l8r)
we can speak the code
of imagery
we see past the idolatry
because I am me

we are the ultimate rhetoricians
and I actually had rhetoric in my degree
but i’m stuck in a fame-freeze
a frame-freeze
liquid nitrogen emotional spill
the yellow cake tastes really good
riding the current in my rubber wheel
swiftly down the st.laurent I float
perdre la raison

I am from Toronto
look at me, look at me
I am here.

Walk around me.
I am a tank.
I am a killer.
I transfer my body odour into toxic fumes
I am subsumed.

why do we need poets,
to look at the big picture, when we already know it,
why their cynicism attempts to de-rail us
collisions & carnage only broadcast once
never to remind us of the wasteland
we live in
the junk carts
and the has beens.

all of a sudden the news is very, very bad
saudis have pulled out of iran
putin claims we are the eneemy we hear
we see him hunt and fish and swear

we relate to the haters
we understand we are lucky bitches
gratitude and humour and positive attitude stickers
scratch and sniff to win the big one
planet is dying while we’re trying to steal some
sun for the mars that haunts our nightmares
waking to find that it isn’t over yet

introducing the elder entertainer

Introducing the Elder Entertainer: Ayla Heeds

poet, percussionist, performer, MC, storyteller,

multi-media presenter, workshop facilitator, social media consultant

Be pleased and be aroused by the greatest of all poets around,
this side of town, anyway!
The Town Crier has cried and dried his eyes at the sound of this poet’s loud unapologetic telling of the spelling of the selling,
well you get the picture, sister,
this hear here is gonna be EN-ter-Tain-in’!

Multi-media one woman show called:
Everything you n/ever wanted to know but
couldn’t get the attention of your grandkids
long enough to ask about the World Wide Web

Please email us using the contact form below
for more details, to attend a preview screening
and/or to book this wonderful, affordable show.

Packed with information! Q & A period!

Guaranteed to make people LOL at least once per show!

Strengthens memory! Improves moods!
Interactive Games: Jeopardy-style “Name that Trend!”
Writing + Storytelling + Social media + Blogging workshops available.
Facebook for Old Farts, Twitter for Twits
also: Hand Drumming for “Dummies”

Great for building community!
Invite the family!

To Enquire about Bookings Fill in the Request Form

new book

Began writing this after the inspiration of Plastercine Poetry at the Victory last night. I feel it is part of the book I’m going to write during NaNoWriMo.

When you set your sights small sometimes it becomes easier to see them through. I thought we were through and then you came back to me, ever wanting, and yet unable to deliver the goods. Promises made became empty beds full of longing and memory. Trapped inside one’s body, one pretended to envelope the change, accept it, let go. Transform it, or you. Once admitted the dysfunction was no fault of one’s own it became possible to walk on the moon. Or any other such surface you desired. I played upon that desire. I didn’t mean to, it was just my own selfish transcendence of inhibitions. How far I’d let myself go into wanderings and trails obviously well trodden but not so much as the other ones. I… handed over my calvary in an attempt to bid for peace, bide for time or at least trade for some oranges. I hadn’t come this far to return with nothing.

But what I got was an aftertaste, some say bitterness, but I never saw that as a negative, I really enjoyed the ascent. Even though I now know it to be some disease, the way it played out for me I was able to surf, if for a short time, relatively in life span, but like a frog leaping from pad to pad I went exploring, walking on water to everyone’s disbelief. Now everyone can do it of course but I like to think I was a pioneer, at least for my tribe. And here’s where the apology I suppose could enter in. After all you could just say she was doing her job, like everyone else, caught up in a web of coercion, to which negation means finalization. And not in a good way.

Also a number of people received my free poem, good times.


So I’ve always wanted to offer poems to people through the phone. Once, a long time ago, I conceived of a dial-a-poem idea that I thought would be cool, like the dial-a-joke idea. I didn’t really have a way to do this before but now I do.

I decided to begin with a text poem though because that just feels right for me at the moment. I will be lauching a voice recording of poems offer at some point but for now I’m focused on seeing how the text poem goes.

So basically I set up a free Twilio account with a new phone number that I can manage online through OpenVBX, an open source software I installed through my server, Dreamhost’s one click install. This interface is really self-explanatory allowing me to program endless options into my own virtual sms, voice and mms call centre. When I’m ready, I’ll spend a buck a month for the number and a fraction of a cent for calls and texts through this number (that could ultimately be programed to save me money plus allow me to have toll free or local numbers in other areas for new target markets) and lose the little “sent from your twilio trial account” add on to my texts.

As well as gaining new fans of my poetree, allowing me to later tour, perform, sell my poetic works, and generally be recognized as a great poet, I want to offer this voice-over-ip call centre set-up to anyone who wants to use it to get their message out.

Right now I will offer it for the low, low price of $250 or with your own website for $500.

So come on, text me anything at 647-724-2125 and you’ll get my current poem.

If you want to subscribe, just text subscribe and as well as sending you the current poem I will let you know when there are new poems available.

You can also text me your email address to be added to my email list which is the best way of staying in touch with my new poetic (& maybe some social media) developments.


coming soon… the travel poet

i conspire with retired addicts to place limits on restricts,

the pharmaceutical industry of pain points

to where i’ve been but not where i’m going

i envisioned a life different than this

one with responsibility to make this shift,

i thought we’d be on to it,

by now,

reaping what we’d sown,

well, perhaps, it’s almost grown,

and those of us with jobs,

who are no slobs

those of us who’ve stayed engaged,

possibly out of rage,

at this stage,

i realize i’ve been silly

a fool for love, yet,

out of wanting to own and possess it

actually i wasn’t in a hurry

i have all night and all winter too

to hole up in a little apartment with you

volunteer the hell outta political activism

snuggle in warm slippers and knit our anxiety into things

penetrating new levels of sure things,

one sure thing, i’ll be re-learning how to sing

humming and strumming and being at whim

let me know if you’re in…aniversary2-141

translucent agendas,

no mo’ pretendas

we hesitate to break space,

what more time erase,

face case the place that can’t erase,

cheapskate concrete lock stock cock

from the man made rock burial ground

all of it sacred

pretext made it

juice the ruse of the slow to deduce

while I place the a-nihilists

so sought to fought in the field

of dreams of chocolate bars and ice creams

thought I’d ate the hate of never to late

cause you protect the undermined face

haste it late its late its late, no trace no face no haste

the cars and the drivers can’t become one another

still their channelled to direct the ultimate form of disrespect

and party with the hearty we are one we have become

we have become who we were always from

I am in love I am love I am I am I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I

we don’t know we will grow we are united we can fight it we can fight it we can!

This is for you if you are true this is what we have to do we have too we have too Love at all costs Love at all costs….. take a break and escape the hate take a break to escape the hate… Love thy self my self and you whatever you want me too I want too too too two two to to to to tu tu tu….




ive started a rumour mill

of quiet revolution

a feeling of welling and telling solutions

i wage with a warm open fire

and potion, i cage up the bottom of my emotion.

im drawn to the fire

i open the page

i sit with the masters and see them enraged

i am but my maker

in all that it slays

i am but entirely of mater in chains

i am but a myriad, a microcosm of change

i start in the classroom, i start on the page

i do it with deliverance,

i do it all day

i’ll do it to the end of my formatted ways

it doesn’t need to be a prisoner

it doesn’t need to be strong, it can’t last for a lifetime

or last in a song

i am but a strand and a flan made of bone

I’m daughted by no one,

i care not for blame

the only thing that is important is we go on our way

Live it up! Sip from the cup!

We’re all in this together,

we must fight for it to control the weather,

the whether or not we’re gonna do it, weather or not we’re gonna weather thru it.

cheers, grab hold of yer matey, limey, blimey, mistress Katy

perrier is sold all over the world, probably owned by coke a cola

wouldn’t fight for it so i told ya, quitting coffee is what i gotta do,

i can do anything you can do better,

so I put on my sweater, and said, I have a cold dear,

gotta stay in bed, perhaps shave my head

run naked in the sun, and the rain, dive into the ocean

protect your right to cross borders,

dived undecided                         (x divided)

derided, derision, it was my decision,

where to go what to do the next direction isn’t up to,

you its up to me, i will be free

i will be greeting you,

at the door,

telling you what I done for,

dressing you down with my eyes,

all in an attempt to undisguise

my truth

all abourd                                z

matey, ahoy

and lately, have you seen a little boy

wandering around here at all,

he’s about yea’ tall…

actually he’s really just learned to crawl,

then he’ll stand himself against the wall

and brace himself against the side of the table,

moving forward ifin heez abel.

Ya, my name’s Mabel,

I’m an old sould,

di-send-id from the gentlin’

cross fit in the main strip,

eerily cage-lit

i dropped off your package,

and here’s how you take it,

just sip it in doses

and don’t forget to space it.

with food, fragrance,

hypnotic cadence

whenever my tameless











still lonely, wondering, wandering

a cloud, vapour

plug back in and get to work

a deadline, a line

in the sand

a future plan

i wonce had fans.

But time passes.

people forget,

a man dies,

there are kids.

I can’t do it,

its all too overwhelming

a child has grown

the adults have showen

how not to

do what i say

not what i do

i know what’s right

but i just can’t right now.

always the wrong pace,

the wrong choice, spontaneity.

i’m spoiled like rotten milk

lost faith, how could I?

Make someone believe in me,

someone I wanna be.

Fragments cast away in this omnibus strategy,

you kissed me more when I asked for it.

your face, your face

is so endearing to me

i want to de-age you,

melt the stress, tension and worry.

clean the fury

when i met up with him he reviewed the conspiracy

the hemp car, the pulp ban

cortina, besos, tranquilla

los presas en el aqua, los presas en el agua


pas campagna

dancing faster

the heron chased my bus.



something to say

performance + product + publicity + promotions = profit

Do you have something to say and somewhere to say it?

Or maybe you need a place to say it, maybe you need to say it better.

If you want to WOW audiences every time, make an impact and make what you do and say count, let’s talk. You are my ideal client and I want to work with you!

I am offering a never offered before course in creating the life you want as an author.

If you are a performance poet all the better as that’s my area of expertise.

Writing always came easily to me, and taking it to the stage was also a natural move as I had early training and success.

What has been hard is learning to believe in the currency that I carry and step boldly on to the stage hat in hand like the rest of the “entertainment” workers.

I want to help you make the most of your talent and content by helping you set up your monetizations.

Experience the emotional healing that comes from claiming your wealth.

Follow the path to cold hard cash.

zaylaIt warms your palm, it warms your back,

I’ll continue this rhyme, after my morning bath.

zayla, she’s funny, she’s friendly,

she’s insightful, she’s wise

she’s here for the taking

and she doesn’t tell lies.

For more information about this program please fill in this contact form and tell me about yourself. We can discuss your needs during a complimentary consultation.

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