Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Wandering Soul

Yeah I went with nothin
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering...

I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents
Yeah I left with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you.

I think being able to pass these sites on my own two feet, with fresh air in my lungs, thoughts in my mind, wind gently brushing my cheek and my eyes free to wander is quite wonderful. My walk to University is like that...I feel lucky that I don't zoom by it without seeing. I get to look as the sun hits the leaves, as an old man slowly walks his little dog, as children run and laugh inside the walls of the park. I hear birds sing and buses rumble and see the streets of my home.

It is a lovely view I have, even if it does get lonely sometimes.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

You're My Wonderwall

Maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me. Maybe your friendship can save me from myself. Here's hoping it can because sometimes it's a bit much to be me.

We've had so many lives and sometimes, in the dark of night, I miss a few of them.

Eyes closed and the world fades away. Consciousness lost to the sea of dreams that wait for me to arrive after darkness falls. In them I find myself powerless to the colours, emotions and happenings of a world I visit only at night. Run, swim, watch and feel...sit, eat, hug or talk. Admire, loathe, laugh or cry. Familiar faces, strangers and those in between. Later, after waking, trying to remember what it was I saw, felt or said.

But it's impossible to remember that which isn't actually a memory.

Things that weren't actually said. Or felt. Or seen. Though my senses try to convince me of the reality of my dreams, my reality shows me it was just a dream as I look down at my empty hand, tearless pillow and silent room.

I move about my day in a quiet haze. Somewhere between here and there. And part of me is sure you're still with me.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Poetry Repeats

I'm putting these back on here. For maybe they will help me shine again:
A little thing, a gangly sort of girl
All knees and elbows with skin so fair.
Eyes dark like the night, they shine with
Curiosity, with interest, with light.

Her nose in a book, she does not notice
The changes that time brings to a woman.
Dark hair down her back, skin fair and pale
And hips that curve and sway.

The boys look her way and she glances down
Thinking their interest is merely to tease
In her head she is still a gangly thing
All elbows and glasses and knees.


She tunes in
So she can tune out
She gets plugged in
To listen to bands play unplugged
Or downloads some songs
to upload to friends

This crazy cycle is
leading her in circles
chasing shadows in the fog
for answers to questions not yet asked

She rushes in the morning
to wait for the evening
And prays for sleep only
to curse the alarm clock's ringing

A small town girl out
in a big city world
Invisible in the middle of a crowd
yelling out loud to a sky
full of crows and clouds.

This crazy cycle is
leading her in circles
chasing shadows in the fog
for answers to questions not yet asked

She calls, she prays, she listens, she waits
A big city girl in a small world
Watching a sky full of clouds and crows
as questions fall silent on her lips
and clocks hands spin
and away she goes....


As the moon illuminates the sky and dances with the stars,
I sit and contemplate the fact that such a world is ours.
How can it be that this wonderous place is right here in our midst?
How can it be that there exists a beauty such as this?
The answers to these questions I may never hope to know,
but unto you these humble words of wisdom I bestow:
To those of you with a gentle heart, let it guide your way
For it is you who can most enjoy the beauty of today.
To those of you whose hearts are filled with much bitterness and sorrow,
all I can do is offer you a promise of tomorrow.

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