Sunday, February 28, 2010

The Sun Sets

The Sun Sets

The sun sets to the west
beyond the mountains
The last rays of light
reflecting on ripples in the Pacific
It's hard to describe it
It's hard to be specific
It's over
The games are done
and the athletes return home
All as winners
and others as winners recognized by the world

I was gonna end this one bleak as usual but I took out the bleaker lines... not like it's a cheery at the moment but oh well. Peace out.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

The Garden

The Garden

I walk through the garden on a mid-July afternoon
and look at the fruits of my labour
still on the stalks
The seeds that I scattered
growing
healthy
but not yet ready for harvest
I invested but now I must be patient
and stick around to see how the season ends

No comment. Peace out.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Grasp

Grasp

caught up in a daydream
I showed up to the dance barefoot
ready to mingle
I approach the redhead and hope that she's single
With the blink of an eye
the scene again changes
I've been here for hours
sitting in a field of colourful flowers
and I look to my left
there sits my sweet redhead
a beauty only my imagination can grasp

I rewrote this one so many times and it's still no good but I needed to get it done because I was tired of working it and reworknig it. I am Canadian... no need to be perfect. I'll settle for the silver today I guess. I can't wait til the Olympics are over. I'm really suffering from all the coverage. It's like the world has stopped, but it hasn't. When I get the time to follow other news, I find out that the world is still a mess and crazy things are happening all over the world... and not everyone is obsessed with how team Canada's womens' hockey team celebrated after their win. Peace out.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Maybe Tomorrow

Maybe Tomorrow

Maybe tomorrow or some time next week
we can hash out our differences
and find a compromise - a solution to both our problems
But not today
Today, I want to be mad
and dwell on the things you said
reread the letters - corrections in red
to remember the mistakes that we both agreed on
tears form but I continue to read on

It's rough watching Olympics. Sure, it's great times when your team or athlete wins. We get to celebrate with them through the tv. We get to see them thank all their friends, families, countrymen... but it's so hard to watch your team/athlete lose. And it's even harder to see them get interviewed. Brutal. Peace out.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Picture

Picture

I took your picture with rods and cones
an image burned into my mind
to come back to when I'm alone
a memory saved for all of time

I saved your picture behind glass
surrounded by precious woods
painted to look like polished brass
and as realistic as painted canned goods

I burned your picture from my mind
but it was too late. It reached my heart
I think I'd rather choose to be blind
but I thought about it again and that would not be smart

I dunno. I'd tried rhyming more today. I don't think I shine in that area. It was a good olympic night for Canada today. Medals upon medals. Aside... short track speed skating is such a stupid sport. So much luck involved and judgments that can be debated. Peace out.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Write

Write

Write to me
on stationary
blue and brown in design
and tell me things
wonderfully vague
but make sure everything rhymes
and recall feelings
that you felt that day
when we were walking through the grass
and how you decided that you'd say yes
if I would ever give you the chance

I just wanted to get something in earlier today. Watched the reunion show of the Bachelor last night. I have a heart for the people that come in "third". At least for the past 2 seasons, the person that finished 3rd was my favourite person on the show. Third the nerd I guess. Peace out.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Hungry

Hungry

I've been hungry since I've met you
insatiable longing in the night
I can't fight it in the morning
my will is too weak at that hour
I lack the power
craving the carbs, the fibre
something that will satisfy
contentment, I'm denied
I can't help the way I feel
I'm hungry even after a full meal

I know. I'm repeating titles. If I was more organized, I'd number the poems with the same title. This, for instance, would be Hungry (2) or something like that. I'm hungry. What are you hungry for? I want justice. Peace out.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

I Feel the Way I Feel

I Feel the Way I Feel

I can't help it
I feel the way I feel
but I feel it every chance I can
I feel it with every ounce of muscle
every spare second of the day

I can't help it
I feel the way I feel
but I need to talk about it constantly
until your ear is numb to the sound
until my voice is nothing but vibrations in the air
until I'm the only one that cares
I didn't choose to feel this way
but at the same time
I refuse to let it go

Lately I've been hearing a lot of "I can't help the way I feel." I understand the feeling but at the same time, I feel that we like to feel things so much to a point where it drives people around us crazy. We have to force our opinions down other peoples throats. We need to write comments on articles, and make youtube videos. We have to break hearts and apologize later like robots at a press conference. I can't help it. That's how I feel. Peace out.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Nonsense

Nonsense

Lucid dreams
and fluid movement
along the trails blazed by others

Long lashes
and stray passes
around the corner
of the mountain
running smoothly on muted skis

I duck twice
and then I goose
running around the circle clockwise

I dunno. Peace out.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Winter Lies

Winter Lies

Winter lies - harsh as the north winds
that pull all the heat off your skin
I prefer them to summer truths - the proof
that we are enemies once again
no longer needing to tip toe
The egg shells are crushed
and we can run freely - roughshod
without fear of burning bridges
There is no returning from here

Stephen King said, "Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty." It's so true. Anyways, that was the inspiration for today's piece. Peace out.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Bliss

Bliss

Telegraph the pass
with eyes wide with adrenalin
Fail
exhale and try again
with fervor and determination
get different results with the same preparation
The chaos of sport
the battle against forces
environmental and mental
Keep it simple
and end in bliss

No comment... at least concerning the piece. This is my longest writing streak ever I believe. Actually, it was officially my longest streak as of the 14th. I think. I didn't really check too carefully. Do I get a gold for that? Or is it just a personal best that gets written in my log book but only good for the 34th overall? Peace out.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

The Favourite

The Favourite

Today is longer than it was yesterday
at least it feels that way
Time seems to have slowed
as I wait in anticipation
with the hopes of the nation
on my shoulders
They take in a breath
building the pressure needed to cheer me on
as I cross the line
hopefully first
to match the number on my bib
I have to win
I have to take this
after all, I am the favourite

Yup, back to olympics talk. Everyone loves the underdog. However, in sports that I don't follow, I like to cheer for the favourite. I want to see them do well. I want to watch them live up to the expectations because I know that everyone will be on them if they "choke". It's so sad really. The Olympics are only big because they come around every 4 years and allows the drama of a small window of opportunity of bringing home the gold. Here's to all the favourites. May you bring home the gold. Peace out.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Jump

Jump

jump
fall
love
as you are
wait
the long expected
miracle
numbered on the wall
with white chalk
and question marks
glimpse
the future
and run away
to return home
for a rest

Enigmatic. Just like Lost. I had to record it and watch it after the hockey game. I know. I'm getting boring talking about Olympics all the time. Anyways, at what point does being mysterious move from being brilliant to just being annoying? I dunno. I'm either annoying or brilliant. Can you be both at the same time? I'm rambling... peace out.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Vancouver

Vancouver

"I'm too old for this," I tell myself
I glance at the mirror that I flipped around on the shelf
the paper backing doesn't judge me

You were too fast or I was too slow
My muscles grew stiff and I was late
leaving the gate and you went on without me

Going west is for the young
with dreams of gold to be found in ancient games
but for the old it's a chance to hear them say
"You're past your prime but you can take part."
"You'll never win. Vancouver breaks hearts."

I have a heart for losers. As much as the Olympic games are about winners, I feel like the most touching stories are about the losers. Only a few athletes will come home with medals, and for the ones who don't (depending on their sport), will never have a chance to win another. It's so hard to stay in your prime in sports. It's hard to expect that four years down the road, you'll still be able to do it... and compete with the younger athletes with more spring in their hop. Vancouver breaks hearts. Today, they kept showing the silver medal for Canada in snowboard cross. Some are happy with silver but we know that he should have come home with the gold. No one is saying it so I hope he doesn't read this... but he had it and didn't keep his foot on the gas. I love you anyways. I have a heart for losers. Peace out.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

I've Forgotten

I've Forgotten

I've forgotten how to dream
as I hit the snooze button to find the ability again
Nine minutes to find you
the girl with no name
A face that escapes my memory
Who are you?
I've forgotten
I'm awake

Gold finally. And I mean "finally" as in, I'm glad I don't have to hear about the "drought" any longer. Olympics... what a time sink. Peace out.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Gold

Gold

Evening romance
second chance
for a perfect day
Another run
to make it good
to go for it all
gold

I dunno. Pretty uninspired today. Been watching Olympics. Peace out.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Loser

Loser

I made a choice this morning
when I said to myself
"I choose to lose."
Or something along those lines
Don't pass me the ball
or put your hopes on my shoulders
I can't do it
It's been decided
I've a heart of a loser

I was thinking today about all the great athletes... seeing that tonight is the opening ceremony for the Winter Olympics. I don't have the mentality to be a serious athlete. I don't want to be the guy who takes the last shot, or the goalie that has to face the shoot out. I don't think I have the desire to lead the offense down the field in a 2 minute drill. I don't like the pressure. Winners want the ball. Peace out.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

The Costume

The Costume

How do you manage
to put that sparkle in your eye
every time you look at me?
At least it's something that I always see
Or maybe it's my naivety
I play the fool again today
What can I say?
I play it well
and I already have the costume

This piece is inspired by this Monday's episode of The Bachelor. The guy just has a way of looking at the girls that make them all think that he's so totally into them. I have that failing as well. I can always see a sparkle in her eye that I think is for me. But I play the fool. True story... true and sad story. Peace out.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Rain

Rain

Kiss me in the rain

I'm tired of dropping clues
I couldn't be more clear
are you waiting to see it on the news?
My feelings are all out there
hanging on the laundry line
They are getting soaked by the rain
I couldn't find the time
to bring them in as I was here
flapping my arms
and jumping as high as I could
to get your attention
All our friends can feel the tension
Rain
None of this has to do with rain
Pain
Hmmm... at least that rhymes with "rain".

Lol. I dunno. Still obsessed with cramming Rubik's cube algorithms in my head. These pieces are getting weird. I dunno. I said that already. Peace out.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Snow Walk

Snow Walk

Let's go for a snow walk
through the cold fields
and have a deep talk
about wedding planning
and center pieces
We'll need to dress warm
in our warmest fleeces
and we can stay outside
tracking the moon
to find out where it goes
when the sun rises

I dunno. I'm barely even paying attention at the moment. Today, I learned an all new way to solve the Rubik's cube. For the past 10+ years, I was doing it one way but it wasn't really efficient. It was just the way I learned it and I wasn't really too concerned about how fast I could do it because no one else I knew could do it anyways... and then all of a sudden, yesterday, I wanted to learn how to do it faster. I don't think my thumbs have the correct calluses for speedcubing yet. Peace out.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Bullet-Proof

Bullet-Proof

How do we look at ourselves?
Do we do it honestly
or with lies that we tell?
Excuses to make us feel better
and logical explanations to ease the truth
Our arguments are well thought out
our self accessed image is bullet-proof

Yeah, I know it's gotten cliche already but I totally was going somewhere else when I wrote the first line. I wanted to write about how I heard on the podcast Grizzly Bear Egg Cafe about a study that showed that couples that referred to themselves as "we" had a higher chance of making it compared to couples that referred to themselves as individuals. It reminded me of the book Every Woman's Desire. I'll save you some time reading. Every woman desires Oneness. Yeah. I think it was 200+ pages to say that. Anyways. See how the first line could have been used to write in that vein of thinking? I got lost along the way though. Peace out.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

I've looked...

I've looked...

I've looked
but I can't find the words
I picked up the nouns
but dropped the verbs
They slipped through my fingers
as I rushed over here
I've looked and I've looked
but they're not to be found anywhere

I stand and audibly sigh
with my hands resting on my hips
I think about the journey and conclude
that I must have dropped them when I slipped
...

On the ice
and my clumsy tongue
"I'll go look again", I say
and off I go - run, run, run

I found the words scattered all over the lawn
I know what to say now but my courage is gone

Wow. That was a long piece for me. I had no idea where I was going with it when I started it but I guess it ended up in my cliche style ending. I don't even need to sign my name on some of these. They are obviously written by me.

Boy am I frustrated. Colts lost and people drive me crazy. At least Jennifer Jones won today. Peace out.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Holding on...

Holding on...

Holding on to the season
standing in a wheat field
golden and ready for harvest
I try my best
to convince myself
that the snows will not come this year

My streak almost died today as google has been up and down. I couldn't get on here for a while and was thinking that I wouldn't be able to get on before tomorrow... so I wrote this quickly and will try to post it quickly in case the open window closes suddenly again. Peace out.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Deconstructed

Deconstructed

What does it look like?

Parts scattered on the road
ballads
hopes
choices
warm fuzzy feelings

I lost my dreams on the journey here

What does love look like?
deconstructed of the word - pieces of me everywhere

I dunno. I was thinking about something along these lines as I was watching curling tonight but I didn't have my computer with me. I guess I was unable to retain the heart of the idea. Oh well. Ideas are fleeting I guess. Peace out.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Lost Twice

Lost Twice

I've lost you twice
once through inaction
and the other - time
I played with your heart
and you messed with my mind
I wonder how things will play out
now that we've reset
if you would try harder
and I'd give it my best

W/e. Starting to feel a little burn out from writing. Peace out.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Garbage Day

Garbage Day

There's a garbage day every week
but there's a new dance today
with automated garbage collection machines
going up and down the streets
making unfamiliar noises
A metallic claw reaches out
and grabs the bin
emptying its contents 15 feet in the air
There's no more need for humans
It's the rise of the machines

Yup. Wanted to write something lame today. My area of the city is testing out the new automated garbage collection system. It's quite stupid. Today was the first day that the bins were used. I saw a story about them on the news last night and how everyone was complaining about how much they suck. I dunno. I think they are big enough. So that's not an issue for me. I also feel the wheels work fairly well so there shouldn't be too much of an issue moving them out for collection. I do think it's dumb that we can't put them out overnight during the winter due to snow removal. I just don't understand why it saves money. It just seems to be a much slower process now but I guess they save money hiring less humans. If they ever make machines to fix machines, the human race is screwed. Peace out.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Finished

Finished

It is finished
she's dead
and buried
My love
buried in the sand

Spoiler alert! They killed Juliet again. Sigh. I can't find the words right now. Peace out.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Expectations

Expectations

Expectations
blowing in the wind
the eve of the beginning
to the end of a long journey
Lost in a story
of circular thoughts
I'm ready for a good ride
give me what you got

Lost season 6 premieres tomorrow. I've flirted with the thought of not watching it and saving it for a later date... not just the premiere but the whole season. But I don't think I could stay spoiler free. In this day and age, it just seems like I'll accidentally encounter a spoiler so I might as well watch it now.

I managed to write everyday in January. I thought that it was my 2nd time doing that but I was wrong, I think I missed writing on the 1st in 2008. Oh well. I guess there's new things to do on here still. It could be a break from my old staple of sucking every other day. Although this does feel like a day of sucking. Tune in tomorrow. I'm schedule to not suck tomorrow. Peace out.