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Holy Poem Of The Day Batman!!
09/22/2007 02:58 a.m.
Wow, thanks :) It's good to be back writing again.
I am listening to Knut Eric Jensen playing the grand piano in my theatre

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Emerging From Obscurity
09/11/2007 04:29 p.m.
So it's been quite some time since I visited this site where once I spent a good portion of my day. I am alive and doing well. I finished college with a diploma in Technical Theatre and am now working full time as the Technical Director for the Rotary Centre for the Arts in Kelowna BC. The music thing got put on hold while I went to school but recent weeks have found the guitar back in my hands and lyrics finally reappearing in my head. I've taken a liking to seeing as many concerts as I possibly can. I find joy in the creation of live music that is inspiring and enlightening.

Just checking in,

I am currently Bored

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06/03/2006 06:30 p.m.
Could it be you're the one?
Maybe I'm now the lucky guy.
Or should I turn and run?
It's so easy to see that I could wash your feet
And fill your womb

And I would be your man
Well it hurts to know but I don't think I can.

Is it gonna hurt if we try?
Is this the calm before the flood
Well we may skip like stones
Or you could pull me from the mud
And I would wash your feet
And fill your womb

And I would be your man
Well it hurts to know but I don't think I can

I will miss the songs and stories
And the things you brought in
Could it be it's been so long
I can't love you, I've forgotten how

I'm shy, once bitten
Though I'm desperate I keep my place
If nothing is written
Must you leave me without a trace?
When I would wash your feet
And fill your womb

And I would be your man
Well it hurts to know but I don't think I can

"I Would be Your Man" -The Odds
I am currently Disillusioned
I am listening to Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead

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04/25/2006 07:48 a.m.
Poem Of The Day!!!

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This I Understand
03/07/2006 01:51 a.m.
"Hit The Switch"
by Bright Eyes (Conner Oberst)

I'm staring out into that vacuum again
from the back porch of my mind
the only thing that's alive, I'm all there is
and I start attacking my vodka
stab the ice with my straw
my eyes have turned red as stoplights
you seem ready to walk
you know I'll call you eventually
when I wanna talk, 'til then you're invisible

cause there's this switch that gets hit
and it all stops making sense
and in the middle of drinks
maybe the fifth or the sixth
I'm completely alone at a table of friends
I feel nothing for them
I feel nothing, nothing.

well I need a break from the city again
I think I'll ship myself back west
I've got a friend there she says,
"hey anytime"
unless that offers expired
I have been less than frequent
she's under no obligation
to indulge every whim
and I'm so ungrateful, I take
she gives and forgives and I keep forgetting it

and each morning she wakes
with a dream to describe
something lovely that bloomed
in her beautiful mind
i say, "I'll trade you one
for two nightmares of mine,
I have some where I die,
I have some where we all die"

I'm thinking of quitting drinking again
I know I've said that a couple of times
and I'm always changing my mind
well I guess I am
but there's this burn in my stomach
and there's this pain in my side
and when I kneel at the toilet
and the morning's clean light
pours in through the window
sometimes I pray I don't die
I'm a goddamn hypocrite

but then night rolls around and it all starts making sense
there is no right way or wrong way, you just have to live
and so I do what I do, and at least I exist
what could mean more than this?
what would mean more, mean more?

I am currently Bored
I am listening to Bright Eyes - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn

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10/29/2005 11:50 p.m.
According to the paper I was "Terrific" as John Proctor in the opening show of "The Crucible". Wow. Awesome.

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Someone's Star
08/29/2005 06:55 p.m.
If life were like a fairy tale wouldn't we all get bored? Maybe stop trying so hard at everything. And if one perfect moment led into the next perfect time then maybe all we would have is sorrow. So maybe I can't give you the stars, you don't see how lucky we are. If the reflection's of love could dazzle your eyes so blind then your not really seeing anything at all are you. Have you stopped looking because I haven't. I still believe in you more than anything else. Jealousy was never your strong suit and it's an ill-tailored one at that. Well maybe not jealousy, perhaps just envy. And if I could stand screaming and yelling it wouldn't ring as loud as one moment of percieved silence. So if you take your eyes from the stars and look what you picked up from the ground. Maybe you'd realize just how thankful he is for what you did, and who you are. I'm sorry if I'm not what you wanted, I'm just me. The flawed goods you restored are still here deep down and they look at you the same way. Someone else isn't living your stars, your star is just living for you, and you can't see it.
I am currently Hurt
I am listening to nothing

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04/12/2005 08:07 p.m.

I am currently Geeky
I am listening to BEVERLY HILLS

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Standing Firm
03/29/2005 10:03 p.m.
Let's crush and rebuild all our past expectations
and line them all up for inspections.
We'll kill all the sick ones, the weak won't survive.
And well carry the rest to our graves.

And if we're strong enough to bear them,
then we'll stay satisfied with the effort it took to remain
in the tiniest niches never knowing what is
or what isn't; isn't that right?

If the past comes to take us and pass on the weight.
then we'll stand firm in knowing we tried.
And if we stand here together and accept this burden
we'll know if in truth it has died.

I am currently Restless
I am listening to TV White Noise

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And Could You?
12/24/2004 11:55 p.m.
Could you be more than the sum of your parts,
quit smashing windows, quit shattering hearts?

And if I felt lonely and afraid in the dark
would you hold me? Could you hold me if I fell apart?

And if you're hiding inside
of your room full of mirrors.
Trying to reflect on yourself.

Could you pour out a bottle
of your unbridled tears?
Could you drink a toast to your health?
I am currently Festive
I am listening to My Dad

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