What?

What?

what's going on?  does anybody know?

who's supposed to be doing sound right now?

why is my shirt as white as snow?

dang, now my thumbs are bleeding

people start to panic but I tell them it doesn't hurt

I look down and notice all the blood dripping onto my shirt

I went to the doctor so he could check me out

he told me not to worry

I just had a typical case of gout

What?  Exactly.  That's what I was thinking this morning when I woke up from a series of strange dreams.  I remembered a lot more when I got out of bed but I didn't write anything down so, obviously, I don't remember alot of the stuff that I remembered right when I woke up.  I remember that for some reason I was playing football in a pure white shirt and I was totally getting it dirty and when I went to the doctor, he told to bend my thumb on my dominant hand.  I bent my right thumb and it was stiff and he said that it was a clear case of gout.  Who can argue with a man who plays a doctor in my dreams?  Peace out.  (For those concerned, my thumbs are fine in real life.)

The Storm

The Storm

No one really saw it coming

Skies were clear as the sun was setting

A gentle breeze blows in from the East

It caught them unawares, they were not ready in the least

Enter the storm from stage right

They could tell by the rain and wind that it would be a long night

The storm comes and goes

It leaves them shattered and cares not for their woes

Yeah, kinda late I know.  Storm news has kinda come and gone like it does every year.  Sometimes I forget that these storms happen every single year.  I remember that I forgot what time of year these storms happened.  I wasn't sure when we went to Disney World 2 years ago if it was hurricane season or not.  I believe, for some reason, that I thought the spring time was hurricane season.  I was wrong, but luckily our trip wasn't affected too much by rain or storms.

Sometimes "storms" can come into our lives.  It's weird how they can come quickly out of nowhere and then just disappear again.  And like real storms, they don't seem to care what kinda condition they leave you in.  Sometimes I wonder what the purpose of storms.  Is it just an extreme case of the water cycle in action?  I dunno.  Peace out.

The Pursuit

The Pursuit

They have a half days head start on us

and carry our two comrades away with them

We might catch them if we rush

We track them across the plains of Rohan

we've already made up 3 hours

Hopefully we'll see our friends again

2 days with little sleep and my legs are burning

The orcs of the white hand are just over the next hill

There's a new found hope and our strength is returning

So this morning when I got out of bed, I started wondering how many miles could I cover in a day if I tried my hardest.  I was thinking of the beginning of Tolkien's Two Towers and how Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas were pursuing the Orcs in order to rescue Merry and Pippen.  I wonder if I could cover a marathon distance in a 24 hour period.  How often would I need to eat?  How often would I need to stop?  How many days would it take me to recover?  I dunno.  I think I want to try that some day after the LCC.  I think it would be an interesting experiment indeed.  How long will my mind hold up before I just quit?  Sometimes, when I run, I try to pretend that a big nasty dog is chasing me.  That method doesn't work for very long.  Maybe I'm not gullible enough.  Who knows.  Peace out.

Despair

Despair

They say that Despair has no boundaries

no one has ever been able to explore it all

A few have ventured in head first, legs running

but eventually Despair takes them and they slow to a crawl

They underestimate how thick Despair can be

a machete alone will not be your deliverer

Its vines grab hold of you, squeeze you

Until you forsake all dreams of her

and settle for an unfinished map of the region

They say that Despair has no boundaries

I'm trapped inside and none can be seen

Nice, I really like that one.  The idea of mapping an area called Despair was inspired by a passage in Morgenstern's sequel to The Princess Bride, "Buttercup's Baby".  When I read the section about how the cartographers never bothered to map out the region, it reminded me of the island in C.S. Lewis' Voyage of the Dawn Treader.  There's an island where all your dreams come true... sounds good at first but then you find out that all your darkest/scariest nightmares come true.  When I read about Despair, I kinda imagined it to be some what like the island of nightmares.  Well, at least those are the influences I based this poem on.

Today's sermon was on joy and I also listened to the sermon from Elim Chapel online today and it too was on joy.  I just thought it would be more interesting to write about despair however.  Oh well.  Yesterday, I read through all my poems again and I really love some of them.  Of course, others are not so great but some pieces I can honestly say that I'm proud of.  When I started writing today, I started to think that I wouldn't be able to write something great again.  That maybe I was all tapped out.  As though all my best pieces were behind me.  I felt desparaged and I turned that around and wrote something... just like how a true artist would do it and in this blog, I'm pretending to be a true artist.   Hmmm.... didn't I write something about pretending?  Peace out.

As You Wish

As You Wish

"As you wish" said the farm boy

but this was only his way of being coy

he really meant "I love you"

It took 17 years before she knew

but by then it was too late

he was heading to america to maybe become great

and return and take her with him

but everything started to look grim

when he was at sea, off the Carolina coast

the Dread Pirate Roberts killed him

I read the Princess Bride today.  I'm not sure why I've never read it before.  It totally is a book that people would assume that I would have read and loved.  I've seen the movie a tonne of times and I've always enjoyed it.   But after reading the book, I love it all the more.  I think the way these books are written, boys are supposed to think that they are Westley and the girls dream about a guy like Westley rescuing them, but in reality the other characters in the book need actors too.  Maybe you're not the lead in the story.  Maybe you're Prince Humperdinck the jerk hunter.  Or maybe you're Fezzik the dumb giant.  Hmmm... that idea reminds me of the season premiere of House.  Not everyone is destined to have wings.  Sometimes you have to settle for being the assistant to the high flyer.  Something to think about for sure.  Peace out.

Geographically Restless

Geographically Restless

My legs are still

my mind is racing

it longs for a new setting

different people with new faces

new experiences in unfamiliar places

My future path is cloudy and my 

heart is geographically restless

Lately, I've been having urges to maybe change churches or change cities or just something drastic, dramatic, life altering.  I dunno.  That's just the feeling I have right now.  Of course, if I think hard, I could come up with reasons for all that junk but I don't want to think hard at the moment.  I don't want to be comtemplative.  I just want to pump some weights and put some miles on my legs.

I've started keeping track of the miles I've travelled since getting the treadmill.  After 2 weeks I've travelled 36 miles.  That's just a day or two away from Portage La Prairie.  I'm tracking my progress on a google map.  Once I figure out a good way to put that on this page, I will.  I haven't decided if I want to just link to it or embed it.  Anyways, peace out.

A Life of Lines

A Life of Lines

Something happens now

and you need to be clever

say it with one line

Yeah, missed a day yesterday.  Oh well... and today is back to simple stuff.  I've been told that I'm good at one liners.  Maybe that's all I got.  My poems are so short.  Maybe I would be better with only writing one line a day instead of trying to write so much.  I've had some books in mind that I've wanted to write for years.  Many of them are just inspired by one line.  I was watching a bit of Biggest Loser the other day and I came up with an awful proposal.  Something like, "so and so, would you marry me and join me on Biggest Losers family?"  Hahaha, because this season they are taking husband/wife, or parent/child teams only.  That would be something fun to put in a book titled "The Don'ts of Engagement".  I'm also reading a book about sleep right now because I haven't been able to sleep very well lately.   I was thinking that the book should start off saying, "if you're reading this book right now and you should be sleeping, you're already doing something wrong."  Peace out.

Waiting

Waiting

It's as if they don't know that they should be here by now

It's as if they don't have any desire to see it

to see me

playing my heart out

as a joke

but not a joke at the same time

maybe it's secretly about someone else

maybe it's about you

maybe it's about me waiting for you

clicking and waiting

sitting and waiting

sleeping and waiting

breathing and waiting

Yeah, so I made this youtube video today as a joke and only one person has seen it so far.  It's been over 8 hours now that people could have seen it.  It's just a click away in their inbox.  I guess people don't care enough to see it.  I don't know how long it's gonna be up.  Probably not much longer really.  I don't really need that video floating out there for the rest of my life.  I've included this little blurb in this blog so that in the future it doesn't haunt me.  I pretended to be singing to this one girl but I really was thinking of something else.  Someone secret... because there's always someone secret... even if you're with someone, there's always someone secret.  Your fairytale.  There's that word again.  People hate my theory about fairy tales but that's because I always put it in the negative sense.  Peace out.

Dance

Dance

It's 2am and I'm howling at the moon

you appeared from around the corner

with your flowing blonde hair

I say, "come sit. talk. grab a chair"

It's 10 years later, I still think of her

New York is beautiful in the fall

free concerts are given nightly at central park

why didn't you come and meet me there

you, the girl with the beautiful hair

I waited and waited for you by the arch

The stars must have aligned

the moon is smiling down on us

as we, by chance

stumble across each other

fated perhaps to share a dance

and then return to our separate lives of emptiness

Hmmm... I watched the movie August Rush yesterday and this was kinda inspired by it but I changed a few things.  I don't know why Keri Russell never got bigger than she did.  She's got great hair.  I took the liberties (like I usually do) to change some aspects of the storyline.  Originally, I had titled this thing "arch" because that was a main part of the storyline... well, kinda.  People always made arrangements to meet at the arch, but I felt like "dance" would be a more suitable title after I finished writing it.  And I think it fits my style of titles a lot more.  Lately, I 've been picking titles and then forcing the poem to fit it but I guess today is different, but more of the same.  Man, I have been watching too much american election coverage.  Peace out.

sick

sick

I'm sick

of all these games

of pretending that we are on the same side

or that we even share some common ground

on issues of little importance

or things that probably only matter to me

Actually feeling really uninspired right now and I'm just rushing to get something done because I want to go and watch tv and it's getting late.  I've been doing this 6 week pushup plan and I've done week 5 twice already and I think I need to do it again this week because I'm so not ready for week 6.  I actually feel like throwing up.  It's not a common feeling from doing pushups for me.   I sometimes feel like this after an intense squat work out but this is definitely just as hard.  And I got an email just now that makes me kinda sick... and fairly angry but w/e.  Peace out.