[A slow nod of understanding]

A burst of sunlight
startles the iris of your eyes,
making them shimmer
and sparkle in ways
that move my soul like
no other can.

And the only word that comes
to mind is
"Wow..."

A rush of emotion threatens to
overtake me,
drown me in a torrent of feeling,
and this time,
I let it.

Looking back, seeing no regrets,
confirming my thoughts
that it was the very best
decision I've ever made
in my entire life.

And the only word that comes
to mind is
"Wow..."

stasis

To shut out the
pain and
release all the
hate I find
myself drowning
in a kind
of symbiotic
relationship with
I look to the
heavens and
see only grey
clouds as heavy
with rain as my
heart is with
rage.
And with the
suddeness that
often accompanies,
the deluge
begins, and
with the same,
but different,
suddeness, it's
over.
Again.
The adrenaline rush
subsides only
to be replaced
with an
onslaught of grief
and shame and
emptiness.
I'm alone.
Still.
It's been forever,
with an eternity to go.
Alone.

To my rib

Moonlight slowly
filters through
pale silver
enshrouding you
and as the
light surrounds
your face
I feel my
heart quicken
its pace
The touch of
your hand upon
my cheek can
cause me to
tremble, my
knees to go
weak.
Your eyes look
through mine
down into my soul
and here,
in this moment,
I feel whole

disarm

"I'm no saint. I don't know where I
fit in or if I'm even supposed to be
here.
But I know that this bullet fits in
this chamber. And I know they'll
try to run if they see me.
But unless they're a comic book
character, they're done. At 4000 feet
per second, it's over in less than a
blink of an eye. Maybe I'll find that
if I can make enough room in this
world, the outcasts like me will find
our own place in it. But there's
never enough room. Science
jumps to defend Darwin, but then
spits in his face by eliminating the
'survival of the fittest' with its
latest pill. I don't know who I'm
working for, but I'm pretty sure
Darwin would give me a pat on the
back for this. Or not; I think I
remember reading that he was a
pretty ornery guy. Whatever. The
killer in me will get the killer in
you. That's the point I'm getting
at here. Then it's over, and
maybe, just maybe, there's enough
room for me to step in and sit
down for a while."

the music

the music pulls me through.
it flow down, fills the cracks and
holes in my spirit
and lifts it up from the
depths of whatever pit
it may have fallen in. It grounds
me when I fly too high,
alive on life but in need of
a dose of reality.
the music guides my steps, an
unconscious beat to which I march.
the music is alive; without it I would die.
so the beat goes on....

Perspective

Where does the poor man
where his heart when he
has no sleeves?

Where does the cynic
put his treasures when
his heart has no key?

Why does the rich man
look with green contempt
on those without his means?

just a li'l bit?

hahaha.... update time...

I'm back in Edmonton. Been here almost a week already. Volunteered to "Orientate" the fresh meat at the university.... I gotta say, it was an absolute blast! I wish I wasn't graduating this year, so I can do it again next year... ha! Naw, seriously, it was fun. But I'm even more stoked (stoked-er?) to be FINISHED!!! By this time next year, there's a good chance I'll be in charge of teaching high school kids how to read and write and why Hitler was bad. Sweet, eh? and now, in honour of the occasion, a spontaneous poem....

back to grind
fresh, rested
and re-energized
the clock is ticking,
tocking, running down
to the end of my time
here.
Melancholy, yeah, but
bittersweet too.
Happy to leave,
with a sad farewell,
I'll offer fond greeting
to the door to my future
and boldy step on through.