The Easy Life

The Easy Life

I told myself I could do it

That there was no way I could have blown it

I know the answers

and I'm good looking

I smell nice

and enjoy the cooking

All these things filled up many books on my shelf

Life is easier when you believe the things you tell yourself

I've been reading alot of the series that I've enjoyed growing up. I recently read the Lord of the Rings series and just finished the Prydain Chronicles today and started up on Narnia. Sometimes I wonder if the people who are successful are the ones that believe their own hype. Is the hero a hero because he tells himself that he can do it and believes it? I guess it goes both ways though. Maybe a villian is a villian because he tells himself that he deserves to be the king and believes it. Maybe any character in the story that believes the things they tell themselves get lines and the ones that don't, don't even get mentioned in the story. Hmmm... Peace out.

Wanderer

Wanderer

I wander

retracing my steps

inevitably in circles

Dancing

is no means of

quick transportation

A ghost

that moves objects

and scares the children

Today, I read book 4 of the Prydain Chronicles: Taran Wanderer. When I was growing up, the local library didn't have this book so I never got to read it until I was much older. I could guess what happened in the book from the goings on of book 5 but it was nice to finally read it when I did get my hands on it. Actually, when I read it for the first time, it felt like I'd read it before. The story already felt familiar and yet still had some surprises. Spoiler alert! Taran tries to find his parentage (hoping that he is of noble blood because he wants to marry Eilonwy, a princess) and along the way, he spends some time with a "father" that just wanted help around the farm, he tries his had at smithing, weaving and pottery. And at the end, he doesn't find out who his parents were but decides that he will ask Eilonwy to marry her anyways. At the end of the day, no matter who the boy is, he wants to marry his princess. That was in no way the moral of the story but it is true nonetheless. How much longer am I to wander? Peace out.

I'm like the Rain

I'm like the Rain

I put my fingers to work

thinking that busy fingers

will bring my heart to rest

I keep the lyrics on my lips

thinking that busy lips

will help me pass the test

Of preventing me

from telling you too much

before it's time

I'm not ready

and neither are you

The beat is steady

and I'm like the rain

So far today, I've read half of the Prydain Chronicles. I'll probably finish the rest of book 3 tonight and try to read book 4 and 5 tomorrow. They are quick reads. I must say that I'm thankful that I own them and can read them whenever I feel like it. How many boys grow up wishing their were princes... longing for the hand of the red-gold haired princess? Peace out.

Stories and Tales

Stories and Tales

revisiting the stories of my youth

the girls that were the models of my dream

clashing swords and riding stallions

once the wanderer, now the hero of the scene

these pages have a familiar feel

like walking home again after a long day out

those tales were just stories for kids

but they're still what I think that life is about

I watched Disney's version of The Black Cauldron today. I've never seen it before. It was alright. They combined the stories from The Book of the Three and The Black Cauldron. I totally didn't picture Gurgi like he was depicted in the movie. I thought he was a bit larger and hairier and dirtier. I dunno. I want to read the Prydain series again. I finished The Lord of the Rings just recently. I think I'm in a mood to read all my favourite series again. Maybe Narnia can be next.

I think if there was a fictional character that I relate to the most or want to be the most is Taran from the Prydain series. That's my crazy ego talking. Taran was a nobody that saved the world. That's totally me. Peace out.

this bag

this bag

this bag is heavy

I've carried these hurts for too long

I've buried my feelings

in the chorus of this song

this song that I play

every single night to the stars

I strum my guitar

as the horizon travels from Venus to Mars

this bag is full

and it's tearing up my back

I need some friends

to come along and pick up the slack

This piece was inspired by some of the lyrics I caught from a song from tonight's season finale of Rookie Blue. I don't remember what the lyrics were but these were the feelings that I held on to to write today. I wonder if the show will get picked up for a second season. Peace out.

Dreamer

Dreamer

I'm a dreamer with a crippling sense of reality

A pendulum swinging between hope and dread

The sugar I consume goes all to my head

and power my thoughts as they run back and forth

from one side to the other extreme

I'm a dreamer with a crippling sense of reality

as though I dare to fly only while being shackled to the ground

I'm terribly shy even though no one's around

and my thoughts continue to run in circles

periodic waves of varying frequencies

I'm a dreamer with a crippling sense of reality

I can warp the facts to help me or harm me

I believe in predetermined fates and imaginary destiny

and my thoughts continue to go on and on

It's like I hit repeat-one on my player for this familiar song

I was just reading my new journal/diary. I only started it a while ago so it doesn't take much time to get through it at the moment. Maybe it's my vanity but I've written some great thoughts. I think it's a great start for a screenplay. Of course, it's not like I want my life out there in the ether but I think the read is interesting. It's artsy and not. Contemplative to an extreme. And it will go with me to my grave... or make me a star on Youtube. I dunno yet. Peace out.

- ease

- ease

Like water seeking level
I'm seeking for Your peace

Close or open doors

Your love for me will never cease

I'm seeking for Your will

like Gideon and his fleece

Help me find a calm

as You help my anxiety decrease

I wish I knew what I was doing with my life. But I'm trying to seek the Lord's peace in my life and find the sweet spot in His will. Things would be so much better if I was there right now. I find myself babysitting my phone and hoping that it rings and hoping that it never rings. I really want to write a song. It's as though something in me feels like everything would be alright if I could just write a song. I can't explain it. I need to do the impossible to feel better. Peace out.

Violins

Violins

I wrote a song today

It rhymed

It was about how love fades

with time

I wrote it in the key of E minor

a little sad with a pinch of haunting

It's something I would love to sing

but unfortunately it's played by violins

I didn't actually write a song today. I wish I had though. Instead, I reviewed first year circuits and some second year circuits. Woe is me. I wish I had spent that time trying to write a song. So yeah, I didn't write a song today so I lied in my poem. But it's not like that's something new. Most things I write are fake or at least not true enough to be true. Ha. What's with me and my "ha"s these days? It's like I'm in love with them. Too bad they can't love me back. They're just like boats in that way... I also caught some parts of "Failure to Launch" yesterday. Boats can't love you back. They're just boats. Peace out.

She's Gone

She's Gone

She said to me, "write me a song"

I took too long and now she's gone

Had the lyrics but no melody

the rhythm and the notes forever a mystery

I keep them a secret - even from me

I promise myself to start forgetting things

text messages. topaz rings

hazel eyes. heart breaking smile

but I think this will take me a while

Let's see. What happened today? Oh yeah. I watched Camp Rock 2. I had this crazy urge to write a song after I watched it but I went for a run instead. Oh well. I could always write a song some other day. Ha. Peace out.

Harder these Days

Harder These Days

Things come harder these days

as though the wheels are no longer greased

The paper has been folded too many times

I can no longer hope to get out the crease

The air is changing with the seasons

the leaves dance around on the streets

The autumn rain is cold and damp

You can't beat Father Time - he cheats!

I remember a time when things used to be so easy. I have a great memory so those days seem just like yesterday. I guess I wasn't paying too much attention because at one point or another, things got harder. Nothing is automatic anymore. My knees aren't 30 yet but my heart feels like it is and I have to practice saying that I am. Thirty. Thirty? *sigh. Peace out.