Scent of Rain

Scent of Rain

The scent of rain comes in through my window

the night air damp, it's five minutes til midnight

I sit up straight and try to take a deep breath

It catches, short and without satisfaction

the air thick with humidity

My stomach growls with the hunger that rain brings

the sweet smell whetting my appetite

I go hungry and the rain pitters and patters through the night

Dumb again. There were 2 episodes of Merlin on tonight but I decided to record it and watch it tomorrow instead. It's finally raining. Actually, I can't tell if it's really raining but it sure smells like rain. The sky has been threatening to rain for the past few days but it never gathered enough steam to get going. I like the smell of rain. I like to walk in it... well, only if I'm walking home. No one enjoys going out wet. I love walking in rain when the weather is hot and the rain is warm. It reminds me of my childhood dream of thinking that I would find my wife on the corner of Graham and Edmonton. I thought I would hang out there on rainy days and rescue people with my trusty umbrella. Maybe I'll write something about that some other day. Peace out.

The Darkness

The Darkness

Tonight, in this darkness

I'm just a girl who dares to dream

and promise things with lips too loose

Hold me tight

over step your bounds

and make assumptions that are over due

Speak the words you fear to say

before things get hard again with the dawn of day

You wear that suit and I'll wear my dress

come hide with me in the darkness

Today's piece was inspired by Kings. I love that show and I love Michelle. Sigh... I got a terrible thing for brunettes as of late. Woe is me. Peace out.

Imaginary Weekend

Imaginary Weekend

I had an imaginary weekend

of waking dreams and guitar strings

and cheeses and other delicious things

The land fog began to clear

and the truth was drawing near

I must wake and face the facts

that I may be the one who's dressed in black

and he's the hero of this tale

all my attempts were destined to fail

Hmm... that didn't go where I wanted to but oh well. I'm excited to watch the new tv series Merlin which is coming out next Sunday. Peace out.

Letters

Letters

I write another note to you
a stranger from the future
Promise me that you'll keep this one
unlike the previous letters
that you've thrown aside
Lie to me and tell me that you write me too
and blame the absence of letters
on the distance or poorly connected tubes
Or say that you never have a pen
when you find yourself in the mood

Today, I spent a few minutes scanning through a few books in my church library. One of them was on the art of apologizing and the other one was another Christian dating book. I like flipping through these books because by reading the section headings, I can save myself the time required to actually read the books. Everything of value is written in a slightly larger font above paragraphs and paragraphs of unnecessary explanation. Anyways, in the dating book, the author told a story about how some of the single girls got together on Valentine's day and wrote letters to their future husbands. I totally think that idea is the cheese but I liked it anyways. Peace out.

Chisel

Chisel

Hand me the chisel and the appropriate hammer

so I can engrave this sight into my concrete memory

with lines deep enough to survive the test of time

the tests and trials of winds and crashing waves

Watch me suffer as I watch you dance

with beauty and grace; held tightly in his embrace

You dance and I keep time

with my hammer pounding; reshaping my mind

Hmm... I think that's something. Lately my pieces have been spontaneous pieces of garbage because I sit down with the desire to write but I wouldn't have an idea or concept that I wanted to write about, but today I did. It wasn't much of a concept but at least I had one this time.

Would you rather be critically acclaimed or have fame? I'm not sure what I would want... what would be a better legacy? I dunno. Peace out.

The Storm

The Storm

I can feel the storm approaching

as it brews just beyond the horizon

It carves a sort of silence

a break from the howling winds

The heavens open and the rains begin

with puddles forming in the valleys of the roads

where tires have tread too long

Something different today. Don't worry... I'll get back to my emotional junk again soon. That's the stuff that I feel I'm good at writing. It's hard to write when it's not emotional for me. I dunno what it is. Peace out.

Woodland Princess

Woodland Princess

She emerges from the shadows of the old forests

the spear maiden, the woodland princess

Did I create you from my imagination

or did you come out of my distress?

As I grasp for air and meaning

and for a melody that was once clear

but now fleeting

I look to her for some consolation

a prize just for participation

I lean forward for the loser's kiss

and she vanishes again into the mist

Hahaha, weird one... I know. I'm in a strange mood. The penguins lost and I'm sad that I'll never be able to marry Guineviere. Mythago Woods that I mentioned earlier had to do with old Arthur tales. I love the Arthur mythologies... but I guess I don't have to worry about Lancelot in my situation... But is it better to have loved and lost? I used to say no, but maybe I can be convinced to say yes if she comes around. Peace out.

The Dancer

The Dancer

I can't take my eyes off the shy dancer

as she stands there

trying to a hide a smile

like the lone daffodil planted last autumn

before the frost

she stands alone and seems out of place

uneasiness is written all over her face

and she begins to move

with elegance and grace

and her body becomes a poem in motion

I start to swell with pushed-down emotion

and a tear runs down my cheek

as the music and movements find their peak

and I think to myself

I too long to be great

at something

I wanted to write this for a while but I didn't think I had enough to go on and it turned out I was right. Not so great, but I liked the idea of watching a shy dancer that is shy but great at the same time. I dunno. Peace out.