Friday, October 31, 2008

Mask

Mask

I hide behind the mask
it's better this way
you don't need to know that I wait
I sit and I wait
you don't need to know that I've thought about us
even though it's so unlikely
maybe if you could see it like me...
maybe you wouldn't be so angry
if you knew that I was just scared
about what you would see
if I allowed myself to take off
the mask

That's my Halloween themed poem. I was gonna write a poem titled "mask" about MEMS but then I decided against that. I don't think people are very familiar with microelectromechanical systems and won't appreciate the mask reference. I think I've wrote more in the past few months than I wrote earlier in the year when I was all proud about my streak. Peace out.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Better

Better

You do it better
I can't deny it
I have no defense
I approach the topic with no pretense
or gesture that might make you suspicious
You do it better
Start with a kiss
put an end to this mess
and make sure that it's clear to me that it's over

I wrote most of that yesterday in my new idea book. I changed the ending though. Initially it was a poem about a first kiss but then I didn't like that so I made it darker like I tend to do. Some people are better at breaking hearts. I never read the manual. I wouldn't know where to start. It's a good thing there are people who are experienced with the process. Peace out.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Hard List

Hard List

In life
the good things sound easy
but they end up being more difficult than you wish
here's my hard list:
find a way to make money doing something you enjoy
teach your boy how to do the same
ignore the rules and don't play the game
wake up early to start your day right
don't go to bed until you have resolved the fight
find a girl to make your world
someone who will hold you tight
and say that she loves you every night


I'm not sure what that was about. I thought of two lines as I was watching the CBS evening news but I didn't bother to write them down. I'm not sure if this had anything to do with them, but I suspect it might. My memory tends to do that sometimes.

I wish I knew what I was doing with my life. I recently took a personality quiz and I once again am virtually 50% feeling, 50% logical. I think people would be surprised by that. I think people would think I was either extremely logical or feeling depending on how long they've known me. I think I've always straddled that line my whole life... and right now I feel like I'm handcuffed by that aspect of my personality. How does one decide when logic/feelings don't agree. I wish I knew how I decided in the past. Peace out.

Cautious

Cautious

She carefully chooses her words
and plays with them in her mind
She puts them onto paper
and clutches them to her heart
She is hoping he would hear her
and she is hoping that he would be kind

She thinks that she has done her part

and now she thinks it's his turn
She's hoping that he loves her
that by chance his heart also yearns
She is being cautious yet is hopeful
that not another day would pass
She would finally hear him say
"I love you" at long last

Hmm... relevant to my life or just another allusion to a television show. Tricky. At first, it was relevant but as I wrote it, it became more of an allusion to a tv show. Oh well. I've been catching up on the season of Gossip Girl. I'm not a real fan of the show but my girl Kristen Bell is involved in it and I can legally watch it online so yeah. As I wrote this piece, it evolved to being about Blair's interaction with Chuck. Oh well. Peace out.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

The Frog Prince

The Frog Prince

It was better for him than it was for you
You thought he was a prince but deep down he knew
that even a kiss from your lovely lips won't alter his shape
to remain a frog was his eternal fate

Yeah, I was surfing on Deviantart today and I was reminded of this photoshop piece about the frog prince and I remembered that I wanted to write something about it. I wonder what's the origin behind that story of a frog becoming a prince. It seems like such a strange fairytale. Anyways, I'm feeling so sleep right now and it's only 4:22pm. I just wanted to get this done before I crash for the day. Peace out.

Monday, October 27, 2008

At the End of the Evening

At the End of the Evening

Another year, another party
You make small talk
as you walk around the room
You run into the bride
and you congratulate the groom
You talk to their friends from work
You wanna speak up but don't want to be a jerk
they say it's nice to meet you
how do you know the bride, what do you do
This is a total bore
You've met them before
and at the end of the evening
It was memorable
because you were once again reminded that you are forgettable

I was looking for something today and I ran across one of my old journals. The last entry inspired this poem today. I used the line "It was memorable because I was forgettable" in it. I think that's such a brilliant line. You might not but I still love it. I don't know about you, but I hate going over the same conversations with people because they don't remember you or that they don't remember that they already told you the story. Or I don't like how someone says "nice to meet you" when you've already met before. As if they can't be bothered to have a perfect memory. I would have never forgotten you. Never. Peace out.

The Flu

The Flu

I can feel the beads of sweat form on my scalp
and they race down my face
as I sit and try to eat to gain some strength
My body shakes with chills and is drenched with sweat
maybe it's just karma
because of the things I've been doing lately
I lie in bed sick with the flu
I've been cursed by a gypsy lady

I haven't been sick like this in a long long time. It's weird. Hopefully I'll get better soon as I have stuff that I need to do this week. Here's hoping. Peace out.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Wires

Wires

I guess our wires got crossed
in my moment of selfishness
as I was blinded by my arrogance
and my desire to be loved
I looked into your eyes today
the absence of a spark was apparent
as strangers walk by me as though
they didn't see me
and I was invisible

Yup, another happy one. Sometimes I feel like I'm invisible and I really felt that way today. Maybe it's in my head or maybe it's half my fault but that's how I felt. The feeling is real and I can bring up specific examples. Anyways, there are two parts to my poem. I'm not sure how I'm counting but I know I was thinking about 2 separate things as I wrote it. The other part of the poem is about looking at someone you used to like or maybe still do (but in this case, I don't) and having the rush of feelings/emotions/events come racing back to you... you say your hellos and then she goes and sits with her boyfriend. I must say that I have been lucky in that I haven't had to watch my "girls" date too many guys. But I've felt the sting a few times and am left to wonder, "why him?". Peace out.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

The Arkenstone

The Arkenstone

We are drenched with the cold winter rain

as armies gather to win the Arkenstone of Thrain

Its value arises from its weight and clarity

Its thousands of facets scatter light in a million directions

The battle of the five armies is about to begin

It's lose lose even if you are the one that happens to win

No one was meant to own such beauty

It is selfish and arrogant to believe so

a mistake

Continue to follow this path and you'll join the dragon

the great and dead Smaug in the bottom of the lake


Yup. Another Hobbit poem, but now I'm done and probably won't write another one of these travesties for a while. I dunno. I think the poem is a piece about being selfish. I've been selfish lately. I shouldn't continue down this path.
Only hurt feelings and broken hearts can be found at this journey's end. Peace out.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Shadows

Shadows

Everything is fun
with our bellies full with breakfast 
and the journey has just begun
But as the sun continues to race across the sky
with empty stomachs, we tighten our belts
Our shadows lengthen
as we fear the eminent dark, cold night

I'm reading The Hobbit again for like the 5th time because it's on the top 100 novels list that I'm trying to plow through.  It's a good break from Jane Eyre.  This poem is kinda inspired by the earlier sections of the book.  I've also been thinking about shadows because I've become a little obsessed with my shadow lately.  When I run outside in the early fall evening, my body casts shadows onto the fences as I run by them.  It's my running partner.  I'm so jealous of it.  It looks like it is running effortlessly as I pant and struggle.  Its hair is so much better than mine and I'm almost sure it's better looking too.  Damn you, my hot gorgeous shadow!  I wish I was awesome like you!  Am I being silly or deep?  Peace out.

Ok, I'm back.  It took 3 miles of running but I think I figured something out while I was running.  It's easy to fall in love with a shadow.  It's tall and dark, and in my shadow's case, handsome.  But it's also 2 dimensional.  It's unrepresentative of reality.  It travels fast and its shape is fleeting.  Hmm... did I add any value with this addition?  I dunno.  Peace out again.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Sans History

Sans History

Two people in a crowd
strangers at first
Hi
How are you?
What do you do?
and so it goes
the conversation flows
casual banter is pinged and ponged
favourite things are discussed and not before long
in creeps the reality
because no one our age comes sans history.

I debated about whether I wanted to actually publish this one today.  I thought long and hard (the time it took to write it... 5 minutes) about maybe just saving it as a draft and saving for a rainy day when the ideas are just not flowing.  But I really like this piece and I want all the filipino community that is accidently stumbling on my blog to be able to read it.

This piece is obviously about the process/journey of two people getting to know each other.  At first, it's exciting and fun but it comes with speed bumps or as Barney (from HIMYM) would describe it, it also comes with off ramps at specific points of the journey.  The key to a long lasting relationship is being able to survive the stage where complicated histories are revealed.  At my age, anyone who has lived even a semi-eventful life, would have baggage from the past.  Now I'm just rambling so I'll stop.  I'm lost for words now but I know that readers just read into things however they want anyways.  Peace out.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Butterfly Backpack

Butterfly Backpack

I recall a tale for my buddies
of my adventures in Saskatoon
I was just chilling
it was a quarter past noon
I was at the mall, just people watching
and that's when this cute girl walked in
sporting a butterfly backpack


Hahaha, this story isn't mine.  But I came up with a theory 10 years ago when I heard this story about the cute girl with a butterfly backpack.  This era in history is sometimes referred to as the information age and it's only appropriate that there are some laws/forces that govern information.  Whether it's Shannon's Theory that determines how many bits of data is required to transmit information in a noisy environment or my theory about how information travels.

Everybody knows (at least everybody with an engineering degree) that electricity always takes the path of least resistance.  Usually it will find ground.  But that makes you wonder if information has a path of least resistance or whether it has a general direction that it prefers to travel.  I would like to posit that information always makes its way such that it will cause the greatest hurt.  The writers from Friends were on the right track when they talked about the "chain" or "link" (not sure of the terminology they used) when Ross cheated on Rachel during their break.  The writers' idea was that Ross had to determine how the information of his cheating could travel back to Rachel and he had to some how disrupt this chain in order to prevent Rachel from finding out.  So yeah, I posit that information travels in such a way that it will cause the greatest hurt.  Sometimes that path is not the shortest possible path but that part of the theory will have to be cleared up later with a corollary.  Perhaps this phenomenon is due to the gossipy nature of humans but whatever.  I'll leave it to my graduate students to figure out the details of all the mechanisms that apply to this theory.

Here's an example of my theory.  Say you're a girl and you randomly make out with a guy that you just met on an airplane.  That information will somehow make its way from your mouth, through who knows how many people, and it will find its way to a boy that has liked you for months and months and it will crush him.  Nobody knew that the boy liked you but maybe the information knew.  How does the electron know that one wire leads to ground while the other one doesn't?  It just knows.  I was thinking about this while trying to sleep so I woke up to write it out because I was tired of losing good ideas due to being half asleep when I came up with them. Anyways, Professor Joe signing off.  Peace out.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Dance

Dance

Camera rolling
I made a stupid promise
We will have to dance

Yup, being lazy today.  I made a promise and I believe that someone was filming me when I made it.  I promised that if I was attending a wedding with my girlfriend that I would dance.  I'm not sure why I remembered that today.  It could be because I was talking to someone about weddings today or maybe cause there was a wedding on HIMYM last night.  Or perhaps it's because Muchmusic is showing So You Think You Can Dance around the clock.  Anyways, being lazy includes having a short ramble entry as well.  I wrote two yesterday.  I deserve a break.  Peace out.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Those Who Wait

Those Who Wait

Count me in when you count 
those who wait
I wait for you actively
though it may not appear so
to you or the rest of the world
It may seem that I'm sitting on my hands
afraid to move
but I understand that time ebbs and flows
people come for a while and then they go
And there still I'll be
waiting patiently
and on your side
always on your side

Hahaha, when I first started writing this, I felt that the piece was coming off as a poem about abstinence so I tried to steer it in such a way that it was clear that it's not.  I'm not sure how successful I was and with my luck some poor soul searching for "abstinence poem" will stumble upon this.  The title of this poem was taken from the Tommy Emmanuel song of the same name.  Whenever I listen to it, it just makes me emote.  I dunno.  Music has a unique magical power don't you think?  I wish I could play this song.  I was thinking of doing a series of poems using Tommy Emmanuel titles but I don't want to confuse the google algorithm.  Anyways, apparently I have long crushes.  I think that was how someone put it.  Unfortunately, I don't know any other way and I'm not willing to learn.  I'm stubborn and I'm doomed.  But that's my choice.  And it's your choice to read about my choice.

I was watching HIMYM tonight and I hate the Barney/Robin storyline.  Either Barney likes her enough to wait for her or they should just drop that storyline because I can't sympathize with him if he can't.  Yup, that's my Shakespearean fatal flow... I'm not sensitive.  Peace out.

Secret Place

Secret Place

Where do you go to be alone
to do your thinking and day dreaming?
Do you bask in the green glow 
under a canopy of 400 year old trees?
Do you meditate by a stream
as you drown the worries of today with the sound of water?
Where do you go to dream
about the person you want to become?
Perhaps its on the peak of a mountain
or maybe the depths of your soul
Where is your secret place?

Yeah, I cut that one short.  I had some lines like "I got lost in your eyes, your beauty, your face.  Now I need directions to my secret place" or other cheesy lines like that but I decided against it.  I watched the movie "In the Land of Women" this morning b/c my sister had rented it.  I've seen it before but I like watching movies at least twice... no matter how bad they are.  You're wondering how I manage to do that with bad movies.  Well, I typically don't watch bad movies even once which absolves me from having to watch them twice.  Anyways, Meg Ryan's character had this place where she liked to go to be alone.  So yeah, that's was my inspiration today.

If I had decided to leave the "lost in your eyes" line in, what I'm gonna talk about next would make more sense, but now it's just kinda out of the blue.  It was April 17th, 1999.  I was studying with a bunch of friends for the Calc 2 final and I caught the 8:13pm 33 Maples bus home.  And on this bus was this gorgeous girl with red/brownish hair.  I was seated at the back of the bus and she was sitting across from me.  So every time I managed to pull my eyes away from my calc textbook, I would get lost in her eyes.  We held each other's gazes for several seconds after our natural urge to look away kicked in.  This happened several times on the way home and each time we held each other's gazes longer.  She got off before I did.  As I walked home from the bus stop, I remembered thinking, "When was the last time someone looked me in the eyes for that long?  And will it ever happen again?"  I felt like she caught a glimpse of my soul.  For years, whenever I could, I would take that exact bus home in hopes of running into her again.  It was not always convenient and it didn't happen often because I was usually home by 6:30 after a long day at school.  But whenever it was only the next bus or if I had to kill 30 minutes to take that bus, I would.  The bus stop was by the library downtown so I had a place to go and kill time.  So anyways, years later, I was on the same bus as her again.  It wasn't THE bus.  It was just some random bus.  And that's how I met your mother... j/k.  Long story short, the magic was gone.  She was still gorgeous but gorgeous isn't everything.  Peace out.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Hope

Hope

How many men have died of hope?
Hope is hardly ever a virture
many situations can be solved with a simple rope
chair
and gravity
Why don't they teach that in schools?
Candide suffered much for Cunegonde
because he had hope that she would be his wife
She did and he was miserable
He would tell you that he mocks the idea that hope floats
Hope made the hero hesitate
He thought perhaps if he could wait 
for a few more minutes
More people could be rescued
He was wrong and they all drowned
Hope dies last
because it kills you first


Hmm... I think that is one of my weakest outings as of late.  Believe me.  It came together much better as I was running today.  You'd be surprised how many ideas one can come up with as he runs a slow 7.6 miles.  I must say that it's easier to recall dreams than it is to remember any valuable thoughts that come to me while running.  Anyways, as promised, this is my Candide poem.  There was a line about how awesome hope was and since the book is satirical, I wanted to write this.  The whole book basically was ripping on the notion of optimism and how ridiculous an idea it is.  Sometimes I would have to agree with Voltaire.  Does that make me dark and twisty or just a little more complicated and thus interesting.  The polls are still out.  Peace... out? Anyways.  Laters. :P

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Late

Late

I think one thing I've learned to hate
is the notion of running ridiculously late
perhaps it's because it cost me a chance to get to know you

If only I had arrived one month sooner
he wouldn't have had a chance to know you
much less swoop on in and be your something new

Again I was one year late after it was over
April rains become May showers
but I misplaced my courage
and now I fear, once again
that I'm late

Lately I've been really annoyed with tardiness.  I can hardly be rational about it.  I just don't understand why people are constantly late.  I joke that punctuality is my love language.  Well, I've been told that punctuality is not a love language but if I were to write "The Five Love Languages", I would make it 6 and include it.  But what does that have to do with the poem?  Well, it doesn't really.  I just wanted to do some ranting about people being late.

The poem is about my newer theory on girls.  When I was younger I believed that there was only one person out there for you.  I still kinda believe that because of my fairytale notions that I've written about before but I guess I have a hybrid belief now.  Now I think that the timing is almost more important than who the girl is.  Of course it's also terribly important who the girl is but I think the timing almost trumps all.  Peace out.

Oh, one last thing.  I read Candide today by Voltaire and meh.  I had wanted to read it for the past few weeks but I only got to it today.  I had never heard of the book until I came across a list of some of the most banned books in history.  Apparently I've read a lot of them because teachers think it's cool to read formerly banned books in school.  Anyways, so I read Candide.  It's this french novel about some guy named Candide and it mocks optimism and the notion that God has created the world such that it is the best of all possible worlds.  I'm not sure what I think yet.  That's why I haven't written a poem about it yet.  Maybe tomorrow... ("maybe tomorrow"... great Nouveaux song btw).  Peace out again.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Grace Period

Grace Period

Chilly fall evening
sitting on a park bench
Memories come creeping back
just like the creeping foggy mist
I sit and reminisce 
About my eight month grace period
an artist, a writer
a poet, a tease
just like the chilly autumn breeze
that gently caresses your face
and makes you blush
Must I go, and empty handed
Eight years have passed 
and yet I still don't understand it

Hmmm... what was that about?  I know.  Do you?  I think there are many different ways to split up a persons life into chapters.  One of the ways to do this, is to use the girls in his life:  when they loved him, and when they left him.  Today I wanted to write about this one girl.  I thought about spelling out who she is and using her name but I decided not to.  We had a really strange friendship if you can even call it that.  I was a broken hearted engineering student and she was an artsy pre-law student who didn't want to ever get married.  For some unknown reason, we were able to comfort each other.  It was a story made for the silver screen.  She said that no matter what, she was gonna end our friendship on my birthday (because for some reason, she would make deadlines for friendships in her life).  That didn't happen but we were only friends for a few more months and then we drifted apart.  She was an avid reader and I did my best to try to keep up with her.  It was intense and then it was over.  You would think that I would want to remember her clearly but I choose to remember her vaguely and with a smile.


Thursday, October 16, 2008

Traitors

Traitors

I can hardly believe how you talk about him so casually
You've convinced yourself that it no longer bothers me
Traitors surround you as you talk about his smart phone
I sit on the other side of the room with two friends yet alone
He rocks a sweet blackberry pearl
and what's worse, he uses it to text MY girl
The traitors eat their cheese, knee deep in betrayal
as the internet community mocks me and tells me my love life is the phail

Lolz.  These things are so easy to write when the emotions behind them are fake.  Makes you wonder which pieces are real and which are totally based on real life but all together fictional.  Or maybe I'm just catering to my audience... say people who are on cable internet with a static IP address and are easily tracked.  I need a new rhyming scheme.  Peace out.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Revisited

Revisited

I literally walk down the halls of my youth
Today as I head to the voting booth
Teens are crowded into their cliques
Jocks, musicians, cool kids, geeks
Girls crying over their stupid guys
as they stand in circles, skinny jeans painted to thighs

I had to go back to my highschool to vote today for the federal election.  I usually hate walking by the school... I totally hate having to be in it.  I know that I've aged but I think I can still be mistaken as a highschool student.  I miss university life but I will never miss highschool life.  It's not that I had a hard time in highschool because tbh I think I had it pretty nice in highschool.  I just don't think I miss it.  So as I walked by today, I walked by a group of kids and this girl was screaming at her boyfriend saying, "dump me already!  Just dump me if you want to.  dump me!"  I don't miss those days at all.  

On another note, I love watching election coverage on tv.  Especially on election night.  I love me some bar graphs and pie charts.  Seriously.  I do love them.  No jokes.  Peace out.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Even/ever

Even/ever

We barely even know each other
I would hardly say that we are even friends
I'm upset because of your imperfect memory
and how you can't bother to make an apology
to say that you are sorry that you forgot
all the things that I love and all the things I try to not
And maybe it's not true that absence makes the heart grow fonder
because ever since you left and went into the great blue yonder
We've barely ever spoken and as far as I can see
you've all but gone and forgotten everything about me
I start to wonder if our friendship even has a leg to stand on
We've been strangers for years now and even all the goodtimes have been forgotten
So don't even go and try to pick a fight
I don't care anymore who's even right
I don't even want to bother
because I think that you just oughtta...
apologize

Hmmm... I've been wanting to write this one for over a week now.  Even though my readership has increased lately and for some reason people stumble upon this blog doing strange google searches (for instance, some one searched for poems on dota and found this blog) I'm still fairly confident that I can write this without getting in too much trouble... and yet, I'm still a little scared as I write this.  Hmmm... I had more stuff here but I came back 2 minutes after I published it and am now editing myself.  Peace out.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

First

First

The feelings rush over you and take over your mind
the shivers are racing from the tip of your head, down your spine
This girl is amazing but she could do no worse
You will never love her
You can't get over your first

Lolz... I really felt like writing something the last few days but I didn't know what.  I was watching smallville again tonight and it gave me the idea for this poem.  Do people get over the first love?  I dunno.  I used to think that it was impossible to get over someone.  But I think I've changed my mind... or at least I've added a caveat.  However, I'm still undecided about whether people can get over the first love.  That's a tough one for sure.  Ask me a little later and I'll let you know.  Peace out.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Surprise

Surprise

Sometimes the unexpected can make your day
but let's face it, usually the surprise is nasty
and turns your life upside down
it feels like someone is holding your head under water trying to make you drown
Sometimes in life you have to make decisions
about whether you want to risk your presence
at an event that happens to be out of town
but when you go, you find out that he's there and you feel like such a clown
And maybe if you're lucky like myself
You'll have a friend that will say it clearly so that everyone around will understand
that's a moment to introduce your forehead to the palm of your hand

Yeah, I said that I was gonna write a poem about this today so I did.  I didn't really want to because I have some seedling poems cultivating right now but I guess this will allow them more time to take form and mature into full ideas.  I'm still thinking about writing the dreamer poem... sometimes people can reach out from the past and get yah. 

Wrong

Wrong

Maybe we got this wrong
We never thought this would be how it would end
This story took a twist in the wrong direction
We were once more and now I'm barely a friend
I was scared but now I say this without hesitation
The fault is all yours, you are the reason
that it's over and we weren't picked up for another season

Yeah, technically it's the next day but since I haven't slept yet I'm cheating because I already wrote something today.  I actually wanted to write something about how I used to be such a dreamer but maybe all I do now is hold on to old dreams.  And that perhaps I've become too scared to dream new dreams.  Maybe I'm no longer a dreamer.  Maybe I'm too scared to dream because I don't believe they come true... at least not in my case.  But alas, I was too scared to write something like that.  Maybe I'll let that brew in my head for a little bit.  The concept just came to mind as I sat there with the brain melting volume of dance music destroying my ears and... I blame the drinks.  Yes, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.  It was the drinks.

So, I ended up coming home and watching Smallville which I recorded and that's what this poem is based on.  It was based loosely on a line that Lois Lane said.  I don't really remember what it was but I guess that's why I say "loosely".  That's usually how I get my ideas.  Something will trigger a thought and then my brain runs with it for a while and then when I write it out, it's not really based on anything any more.  Oh well, I kinda like this one... but maybe that's only because it's my newborn baby.  Who knows.  Peace out.


Saturday, October 4, 2008

In Vest

In Vest

You wake up and put on a suit
The act is nothing special
You wear suits most days of your life
But today is different because you're in vest
Dressed to the nines and waiting for your girl
Today's the day you make her your wife

Hmmm.. just came back from a wedding.  Actually, I just came back, ran 5 miles and am now writing this.  Was talking to some groomsmen today.  I think that guys wear suits all the time, but the occasions where that suit or tux is accompanied with a vest are more significant times in your life... because perhaps you're a groomsmen or maybe if you're lucky, the groom.  I need a nap before the reception.  Peace out.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Dread

Dread

It's that sinking feeling in your stomach
dread
It's the scenarios that run through your creative head
dread
It's the thoughts that keep you rolling around all night in bed
dread
It goes great with butter when toasted for breakfast
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Eh, don't know what that was about really but I guess I just wanted to get something written and be done with it.  I want to go to bed early tonight because I know that I'll most likely be tossing and turning all night.  They say that I should tire myself out and that way I'll get a better sleep but I've tried that and it doesn't work for me.  There are days where I'll run 10k and still have the energy to toss and turn.  Tomorrow, I get to reprise my role as a wedding singer.  Can't say that I look forward to it... since I can never find the key for our killer song... the song that's supposed to be the best in our set and I can't find the key.  Pathetic and very scary.  Peace out.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Defeat

Defeat

He's there right now.  Isn't he?
Even as I wave the white flag in chat form
He's standing right there
Having a good laugh at me
Hoping he could see my last bid
The sound of a song
The last breath of a dying dream resonating in the autumn air
Its intensity decaying with time until it can barely be heard
or even remembered
The silence is overwhelmed by a new sound
Laughter
Even in defeat, I dream that they are laughing at me
But that's just silly... the last twitches of a dying mind
I know better
Where would they find the time?

I like that one.  I think that time is something I have in great abundance at the moment... I would trade some of that away for some more scarce commodities.  

Lately, I've been getting a few visitors to this blog from google searches.  Who knew that poems about Holiness would be popular?  I never would have guessed.  Welcome.  Peace out.