Narrate

Narrate

I am an actor
but I also narrate
setting up the story
a liaison for the audience
I set the stage
create the mood
Unfortunately my facts are biased
and my memory is no good

Yeah, weak. I just wanted to write something so I could get on with what I wanted to talk about and that is the concept of the "imperfect narrator". I first came across the term when I read The Sound and The Fury during the period when I was trying to read all the acclaimed books of the century. I read it and had no idea what I was reading so I looked to Wikipedia to see if it couldn't explain to me why the book was genius and I was too unenlightened to realize it. The idea of an imperfect narrator (I think) is basically when you read the book in someone's point of few but the view/facts may not be entirely accurate.

So I was thinking about that concept and I was thinking that everyone is their own imperfect narrator. I could tell you about my first relationship or what my experience in high school was like, but everything would be biased or at least egocentric. I wouldn't remember everything correctly and I could only guess at others' motivation. Everybody wants to have a good story to tell, but as imperfect narrators, do we see ourselves as the heroes, or the villains, or maybe just the extras in someone else's storyline? I dunno. This is my story. Peace out.

Calluses

Calluses

Now is not the time for playing
but for developing thicker skin
to shield from the pain
of metal strings
strung tightly over wood
Calluses
self-made protection
for your finger tips
from a hobby that you love
that causes pain at first
and is hardly ever rewarding

I strum four chords and walk away

Yeah, from time to time, a new song or a rediscovered song from my past will inspire me to play more guitar than my finger tips are ready to do at the time. The first day is usually ok. I can bare the pain of playing for quite some time but the next day is when I can barely even hold a chord. I guess it just hurts more the next day for some reason... like most things in life. That's how it is with working out as well. I know that when I start working out again after a time of taking things easy, I can really push myself hard that first day. But the next day, I pay for it dearly. I won't be able to go down stairs or wash my face a hold a chord. Peace out.

Wallpaper

Wallpaper

I know your secret

hidden beneath the wallpaper

from all those years ago

now hidden from prying eyes

secrets

lies

desperate times

and decisions made on a whim

but the glue is aging

and no longer serving its function

the corners are already starting to peel away

you secretly wonder how many of your friends will actually stay

Yeah, I'm writing this one a lot earlier than I usually do. It was an idea that came to me in my sleep and I wanted to attempt to write it before I forgot the concept altogether. I must say that I thought the idea was of higher quality when I was sleeping. Now that I see it for what it is, I don't think I like it as much. Peace out.

Sigh

Sigh

I can't avoid it

It's there on every blog

and every tech news outlet

People are idiots

and have too much money to spend

I know. I'm totally obsessed with hating on the iPad. I'm really into read tech blogs and listening to tech podcasts. I can't believe how many people have good things to say about the iPad. Maybe if the iPad was at a $200 price point then I might consider it a good product. Sigh. I promise this is the last I mention the stupid thing. Peace out.

The Invention

The Invention

You've done it again
it's the invention that everyone asked for
but no one needed
You've given us something
but not what we wanted
Lack of flash and no memory
This was something I should have foreseen
It's your way
You stuck to your routine.

I laugh at the world and how much hype was around the Apple announcement today. Talk about a product to test fanboi loyalty. I'd rather buy 2 netbooks. Haha. Peace out.

The Other Side

The Other Side

I saw her today
for the first time
on the other side
of my dream
in the real world
flesh and bone
sitting there
alone
on a park bench
reading The Memory Keeper's Daughter
a back pack on her shoulder
left arm in a brace
I close my eyes
and remember the sweet embrace
that we shared in a fairy tale
in a universe far far away
but here's my chance for something real
to retire my rod and reel
and no longer worry about how many fish are in the sea
or having people tell me that it was my destiny
to meet you eventually

Nice. I like how I threw in a specific detail to make it seem like I was actually writing about something real. Of course it's not real. I hardly write about anything real. I'm far too private a person to actually write something real. I'm not saying that I've never written anything real on here but with so few real pieces among so many nonsense pieces, I feel confident that only the people who already know what I am talking about can decipher what I'm talking about. Haha. Circular, I know. Peace out.

Gravity

Gravity

It's the force that keeps me here - gravity
it keeps me in your orbit
unable to generate the speed I need to leave
instead my feet sink into the soft bed of freshly fallen snow
I sit down in the cold
I have nowhere to go
The world watches and waits for it to be over
wearing sunglasses
ready for a supernova

Nice... and lame at the same time. I think that is my favourite type of piece to write. It's like my signature piece. It's how you can tell it's really written by me. Looking back, there are some pieces that I read and I am not convinced I wrote them. Haha, some good and some bad. Something that I've been wondering about lately is how do I know that some high school student or something hasn't taken one of my pieces and handed it as their own for an assignment? I dunno and probably can't be bothered to stay on top of that. On the other hand, if someone is making money off this, I better be included! Illusions of grandeur... tell me about it. Peace out.

Stay the Same

Stay the Same

They say things are always changing
but to me they just stay the same
Rain is still rain
It snows today and it snows tomorrow
again
Patterns that repeat from week
to identical week
You wake and sleep
and end things before their time
without rhyme or reason

Today's piece was inspired by a Little Caesar's commercial about the Hot-N-Ready pizzas. I remember buying them back when I was in undergrad and they were $5. In the commercial today, they were still $5. How can that be? Everything has gone up in price in the past few years. Maybe they are using lower quality ingredients, or maybe the pizza itself is smaller. Some how they are saving money and cheating the customer. I just haven't figured it out yet. Freebird!!!! Peace out.

Nearest Exit

Nearest Exit

take a breath
and a swig of tea
look over your shoulder
and you'll see me
walking away
hands clasped
tail tucked
heading for the nearest exit

I dunno. Just needed to get something written. I have to admit that I'm not lost when it comes to the Jersey Shore. Not to say that I'm a fan of the show but I did watch it and I'm hip with the lingo that popular culture seems to have taken up. This piece is kinda inspired by the reunion show but not really. Honestly, I just wanted to write something tonight so I could get on with my day. Peace out.

Sessions

Sessions

Sessions
and then regression
after a period of growth
I can't remember the feeling anymore
so I make it up
and try to recreate it
with the same clothes on
lucky rabbit
superstition
hands held in the same position
feet shoulder width apart
I calm down
ignore my racing heart
and swing for the fences
The white ball getting lost in the snow

That's my ode to golf even though I have never hit a ball with a club... just mini-golf for me. Inspired by last night's episode of CSI. Haha. Peace out.

Aftermath

Aftermath

She came out of hiding
having counted to 10
and thinking the coast was clear
the dust settled
and nobody here

Walking around
as if nothing happened
and believing that even
the universe had forgotten
what happened on that ill fated night

The stars were crossed
and their love was doomed
She broke his heart
under the full September moon

Actually I wrote this while debating if I wanted to purchase the William Fitzsimmons cd and then I finished it as I was downloading it off iTunes. The thoughts are a bit scattered and I struggled with verb tenses because I didn't really know what I was actually writing about.

I just finished watching Grey's tonight. Very uninteresting episode for me personally. I don't understand people who love their work and would pick work over love. I just don't get it. I choose neither. Haha. Just kidding. I choose this blog and the blog chooses me it seems. Peace out.

Winter White

Winter White

Winter white

dark nights

and the chance of snow tomorrow

Everything else remains the same

nothing changes over night

at least not now

in the sleep of winter

Change waits for a warmer season

and for the sleeping giants to wake

This is my nonsense piece of the week. It's been a fairly mild winter this year actually. Peace out.

Lust

Lust

What a rush
this lust is
your red lipstick
and the thought of kisses
The dance or the game
it's all the same
no matter what you call it
My heart pounds
racing my blood
and rosying my cheeks
We don't know what to do
and stand there like awkward freaks

I've been getting a few more hits on this thing then I'm used to. I'm trying to not let it affect what I write about but it's hard sometimes. It's so hard being an artist. Oh yeah, I forgot to rant about something yesterday. I also wrote "another lie" because I was really frustrated with the cliche story line of a book/tv show/movie where a character will tell a lie and then will jump through so many crazy hoops just to avoid being caught in the lie... especially when it seems to the audience that the lie was definitely tamer than anything the character had to do to cover up the lie. The "covering up the lie" storyline for me is almost as bad as a storyline that revolves around a impossibly stupid character (as in not bright). I don't even want to get started with that. Peace out.

Another Lie

Another Lie

I told the lie
to cover the other lie
that we started to believe
because we laid lie
upon lie
and one lie led to another
1 became 2
and then 2 became 4
We're both the settlers
but, honestly, I settled more

I wanted to title today's piece "The Lie", but then I realized that I already have one with that same title. Inspired by HIMYM. Lol. I'm not inspired by it, but this piece was. The episode was actually pretty weak. That show is in definite need of an end date. The show talked about settlers and reachers. I think they are wrong. Everyone is the settler... only one settled more than the other but um... Peace out.

Sunday Mornings

Sunday Mornings

Do your part

sing

with heart

hands

strings

harp

a list of things to bring

to Colony on Sunday mornings

Taking a break from sunday football to get my piece in today. No time for ranting. Peace out.

365

365

It's been a year

and I've walked

I've come full circle

365 degrees

just to arrive at the same place

I sit down and pout

with rose in hand and egg on face

The Cards are out and I'm currently watching the Indie game. Just wanted to stop by and keep my streak alive. Peace out.

The Dream was the Moon

The Dream was the Moon

The dream was the moon
and boy did we shoot for it
with our rifles pointing to the sky
as it morphs from one shade of blue
into another and then into black

The stars came out
and we sat down to enjoy some cold ones
talking and laughing about our day in the sun
reflecting on the fact that we've already forgotten
half the things that were said and done
and the moon remains
waiting to be conquered by mightier warriors

Don't ask me what that was about. I have no idea. I seriously was ready to let my streak end today but I just wasn't ready to let it go. I was doing some math and I realized that even though I've been doing this for 4 years, I haven't even written 365 entries. That's so lame. I suck. Maybe that means I need to write more. I dunno... or that I'm not good at guessing when it comes to blog entries. Peace out.

The Bridges

The Bridges

The bridges that connect
us. The paths. The meandering
road. The information highway.
They get plowed
after inclimate weather.
And I burn them
I no longer wish we were together.

Inspired from this week's Heroes episode. Boy do I hate that show. I almost want to start a podcast just to talk about how much that show sucks. Since when does Ando's red lightning power allow him to open locks? Peace out.

Rube Goldberg

Rube Goldberg

You had me going like a Rube Goldberg machine
pushing my buttons and setting me off
My mind jumps from one thought to the next
I'm running around from the east to the west
and everyone is waiting and watching
anticipating
guessing
The world is waiting to see what happens at the end
will you just walk away or stay and defend
yourself
It's too late... again with the shelf

I finally was able to watch this week's episode of The Bachelor. That show is always good to inspire a piece. Peace out.

Subway Tiles

Subway Tiles

Cold porcelain
three by six
subway tiles
create a back splash
with style

I got nothing today. On Saturday, I was watching This Old House and there was a segment on subway tiles. There was even a tile specialist there to talk about them. I don't think she actually was the tile installer... just an expert. She knew history and stuff and seemed quite knowledgeable. It reminds me of all the experts on Unwrapped. I want to be a Lays BBQ chips expert. Is that position open? Peace out.

Truth

Truth

I see the truth in monochrome

against the colourful sky

The trees this morning

were covered in a thin layer of frost

The season is over

my team has lost

It didn't feel real at first

like a fleeting memory of a dream

or a sense of deja vu

But this feeling is new

and unfortunately real

Now I know how the rough rider fans feel

Yup... putting in my weak piece of the week. I really liked yesterday's piece so this is to balance the universe. Otherwise the whole world would implode on itself. Balance. Peace out.

Over Time

Over Time

Over time
and under hills
the train finds its way
from the east
to the west
It's too late
for second guesses
There's no more time
for running around
This is the hail mary
- the last chance
I give it all I've got
I hope you catch the pass

I hate overtime in football. It's stupid. I mean "first team to score" is such a ridiculous system. But then again, I also hate the one and done part of football playoffs too. Man, the overtime game today was so crazy. I was tired just from watching it... and then stupid Global cuts to Simpsons and I actually miss the decisive play of the game. Good thing someone invented instant replay. Ok... any football fans that find this by mistake, I'm sorry. Lol. Peace out.

Pure Morning

Pure Morning

Another pure morning
to a golden day
I pay for silence
the absence of voices
and the mumbling of a television
in the other room

I get lost in a book
that has been elusive
at least the desire to read it
seems to come around
once every moonturn

I play an F chord
and let it voice to the air
every note clear
even the barred base string
and think
what a wonderful thing
the elusive pure morning

Wow... struggled alot today. I almost convinced myself to let the streak end. I was so close. Oh well. Look at me. I'm making a big deal of writing 9 days in a row. Wow... I'm so sarcastically awesome. Marry me. Peace out.

Person

Person

I was a person once
upon a time
before the world ended
and you erased my mind
Amnesia - the cure to everything
releasing the anchors from my wings
the memories that held me back
and kept me from moving on
I chose to take the magic pill
and now they are all gone
I can once again live my life
without yesterday's taint
I have a mind of a five year old
and everything around me is new

Inspired by tonight's episode of Dollhouse. Can't believe that they cancelled the show... just when it was starting to get really good. Lol. That seems to be a reoccurring theme lately. I really need to be in the tv industry and be given power to make the "right" decisions. Peace out.

Winter

Winter

Winter
It's the season for staying indoors
writing about warmer times
and greener things
sharing dreams
that make absolutely no sense
and thinking over things you've said
all the regrets
The world moves too slowly
on this cold, cold night
leaving you with too much time

It seems that winter is my favourite season to write about. Maybe it is or maybe it's due to me wanting to start the year off writing and then realizing that I haven't written enough when the end of the year approaches so I end up writing more in January and December. Perhaps if we move New Years to the summer, we can see if I write more about summer.

I was watching an interview yesterday and the person being interviewed said, "I have no regrets. I wouldn't change anything." I've always hated when people say that. I mean, sure, it's something you can say about your strategic approach to Survivor or something finite, but to say that about your life just comes off as really selfish to me. I think when people say such ridiculous things, they are only thinking about the hurt that they have felt. They feel that the hurt in their lives was necessary for them to be better people, but that is only half of the equation. They tend to forget that they have hurt a lot of people in their lives as well. So saying that you wouldn't change anything or that you have no regrets can either be seen as insensitive to others, or arrogant... like saying, "you're welcome... I'm making you stronger." Anyways, I didn't feel like my latest few posts were ranty enough. I'm finished. I know that I've touched on this topic previously already. Peace out.

Winter Laments

Winter Laments

Winter laments
the destruction of
his blank canvas of newly fallen snow
by freshly laid footprints and cars going nowhere
He's drowning with ideas
biding his time
waiting to unleash it on the farmers' fields
as soon as the last stem of wheat is covered
It's been a dry season
with record low amounts of snow
we might have to wait til next year to know
what he had in mind

It's January 6th. I thought it was a good time for a nonsense piece to mix things up a bit. I think I'll try to write everyday this year... and when that doesn't happen, I'll try to beat my record from last year by a few entries. Peace out.

Enlightened Pier

Enlightened Pier

Meet me at the enlightened pier
wearing red
colour in the snow
to stand out among the white flakes
that fall silently on roads
only to melt into a salty mess
The streak is over at five
two goals to come back to tie
but there was not enough magic tonight
for magic is found in books
and the haunting looks
from a beautiful stranger

Haha, I like this piece because it's so disjointed. Canada lost in the finals of the world juniors tonight. I must confess that I didn't believe. We were fortunate enough to win on New Year's Eve. Oh well. Peace out.

Map Maker

Map Maker

I will write the app
and make the maps
that tell you how
to get from where you are
to where you want to be
From ho-hum to living together ever happily
Turn by turn directions
in units so obscure
that even if you followed them closely
you'd never be sure
if you were on the right track
or even facing the right direction
If you want to know why you're alive
step right up and throw me a buck ninety-five

The world is obsessed with apps it seems. Even I've thought about getting in the app developing game. I mean, how hard could it be? But then again, my cell doesn't even have a camera much less the ability to have apps.

Walk NWNWWW for 349599 vibrations of the Cs atom at 123e/pi furlongs/fortnight and hang a left and continue until you've burnt 42 calories. Dig a hole in the ground at a 46 degree angle until the gravitational constant at the bottom of the hole is 9.799132 m/s^2. All that for a $1.95. It's a great deal. Get where you want to be. Let the rest of us eat your dust. Peace out.

Celery

Celery

Seeing hearts and buttered toast

the aroma filling the morning air

Muffins iced and veggies sliced

accompanied with unnecessary dip

I ignore the empty calories

and munch on the celery

as a favour to the crowd

I do some small talk

and laugh out loud

I rehearsed this song and dance

but got knocked off my game

with the weight of your glance

Total joke. Too many real allusions with no substance again. Oh yeah... totally revisiting the "weight of a glance" concept. I love it. It's one of my greatest hits ideas. I'm watching season 1 of HIMYM at the moment and thought I'd take the time to blog during the cock-a-mouse episode. Not good. Peace out.

Shades of Black

Shades of Black

The sky tonight

was every shade of black

from the dark corners of my heart

to the light in her black eyes

The stars were in a vacuum

and the planets were asleep

from mighty Jupiter with its red eye

to Neptune, the blue planet from the deep

There's no question about it

I died before last night

for I was black

and she was wanting a white knight

Man, there seriously needs to be better quality control over my writing. I wrote tonight's piece while watching a Hell's Kitchen marathon. I don't know what I was writing about. I wrote like 2 lines in between each act. The thoughts are so scattered. Oh well, done is done. Peace out.

Calendar

Calendar

It's the first
and the last
page of the
calendar
is flipped
to reveal
the end of
an arbitrary
period defined
as a year
With no further
purpose
it finds a new
home in a blue
bin to join the
time capsule of society
- the landfill
fare thee well

Yup. Start the year with something weak. That way I have a lot of room to grow... unfortunately, today is not my first time writing. It's like eating a tonne of food before you start a diet so you can start with a heavier starting weight. Just watch me win the most improved writer award this year. Just watch.

There's something cathartic about throwing out a calendar. I dunno what it is. It's like starting a new leaf, purging your room of last year whether it was good or not. An old calendar just doesn't serve much purpose anymore. Every time I throw out a calendar, I'm tempted to keep it. I don't really write much on my calendars but I do write down some appointments and such. I think that maybe it would serve as a good "log" of my year/life. But I always end up throwing them away... except for that one calendar that I left on my wall til May of the wrong year. But that's a story for another time... or never if I'm a writer on HIMYM. Anyways... so I did throw out my calendar today. It was an olympics calendar and now I'm sporting an RBC calendar even though I don't bank with them.

Sorry, I feel kinda like typing today so I'm gonna go on a little more. Something I've noticed this year is that over the period of a month, I get used to having the same picture in the corner of my eye and when I have to change the page and see a new picture, it takes me a while to get used to it. It's almost like my room doesn't feel like my room anymore. Or sometimes I won't like the new picture and miss the old one. K. I'm done. Sorry. I know. I'm boring. Peace out.