To be honest

My life doesn't change a whole lot day in and day out. I avoid the outside news, so I have nothing of value (i.e. original thought or opinion) to say on any kind of current events or other newsworthy events, nor do I want to just fill this space with random drivel as to my day to day activities . . . . no one wants to know my daily routine or who said what to who and when. If there's anything big, huge, exciting or different happening in my life then you, my Adoring Public*, will be the first to know.

Unless I'm lazy.

Then you'll be the last to know, as is evidenced by my silence during the month of October.

So, on occasion I will fill this space with writings that I've been putting down and collecting over the years - often in the misguided hopes of turning them into song lyrics. Most of the time I keep these disjointed jottings hidden away, but I figure I might as well use this small space of the vast internet to get them out there. Now, I'm not looking for comments or anything, but, as always if there's something you want to say, comment on it. I won't censor them like some people I know [humphhumphMIKEhumphhumph] Damn cough.

That being said, enjoy, or don't, it's your clicking hand that brought you here
So there, you've been warned. Don't worry, I won't make this an everyday thing as I'll still have, well, whatever it is that brings you back here to check out my miniscule perch on the Great Tree of Cyberspace.

Until then, get down witcha' bad selves.

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All the good people
revel where they stand
Second only to their
neighbour's place in the land

Nature abhors solid
windows and doors
Or we wouldnt see
so many storms

So I'll keep my threshold
open for words left unspoken


Borders contend to end us as friends
while debating the customs, there arn't any ammends

No matter the lines on a map you can be lost
like a drifter or blown round like a weather vane
You can put your feet where you want in this world
the wind will take them from you all the same


And then there's all these weird dreams
about how they build machines
and what's inside the inbetweens
of strangers at a crosswalk facing too many screens
swallowed up by grey sentinels of concrete
and grating lights
In the end, geography always cheats
and takes what it's owed by rights

you can't fight what you can't see
and every city's just a d.m.z.


I''ve never seen the Northern Lights
(Have you?)
Let's all go where nothing obscures the view
Where you could almost see your words in the cold air
And you'd be open to any kind of dare

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(*By "Adoring Public" I mean all 15 or so of you that are kind enough to read what I write here . . . . and the random people that stumble on to this blog that I end up talking to.)

Lazy Sundays

The simple and hopeful larceny that runs rampant around all our outward appearences. The guess and the second guess are all wrong and there's a right one, but it's hidden in the thousands we make day in and day out. Is it like today? Who cares when you can mold and shape it to become the man of the hour, or a quarter past it. How are you perceived by each person you meet? You want it favouring your good side before you get to know the photographer, or better yet, the cinematographer; it just depends on how long you want to stay in the picture. Judge, then keep or cast off - human anglers finding out whose scalenes are isoceles and scalene just to fit into somethign both equal and lateral. Wrong decisions are made, often a coward's one at that. To be liked. By how many? By jove! Something must be done post haste. A good sense of self: many have to much, many more too few. But what are we to do?

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So, it's taken me several months and three jobs, but I am finally feeling comfortable in this city again as I now have a regular routine that allows for enough farmiliarity and randomness to strike a good balance without feeling like a trapped automotan. Everytime I start feeling kind of down, I just think about where I was and what I was doing a year ago and suddenyl things seem a whole lot better. I think this kind of persepctive will last me at least 5 years.