Tomorrow

Tomorrow it will not happen. I will intervene. I will stop it from happening again. I will put a stop to what happened yesterday. Tomorrow I will walk towards the parking lot. Tomorrow I will see the smiling girl. Tomorrow her smile will not fade. It will never fade because tomorrow I will stop it from happening. Tomorrow I will forget to pay attention to the weather. I will smell no sausages; I will hear no busses. He will come skipping along towards me, but tomorrow I will stop him. I will stop him from happening to her, the smiling girl. She does not deserve what happened yesterday. They do not deserve it. So I will stop it tomorrow. There will be no rollerblader tomorrow. Just a few bikers who will miss my encounter with the happening by two minutes. Tomorrow I will choose the exact time to intervene. I will step forward as his skipping will stop at the still smiling girl. Before their eyes can meet, before it can happen, I will make my move. Before he can touch her, I will touch him. Before he can hurt her, I will hurt him. Before he can wreck her, I will wreck him. I will grab his arm, he will start like a cat, like a cat who has just been found out. He will see the concern in my eyes, I will see through the veil in his to the danger under the surface. We will stare at the soul through the eyes of the other. We will see the tears in her eyes as she remembers yesterday. He will see the determination in my eyes as I remember today. I will see the the fear in his eyes tomorrow. Tomorrow this parade of chaos will end. Tomorrow what was wrong will be made right. Tomorrow will bring hope for new life. It will not happen tomorrow.

Colin and Co.

Today

Today I realize what happened. It should have never happened. I hope it never happens again. The aftermath is somewhat blurry, but I spent some time thinking about what happened. I understand that I must do something. But what? Today is after it happened. So how can I make a difference on the past? But I cannot remain silent. I have to approach the situation again. I have to try to stop what happened from happening again. What happened can happen no more. Not in broad daylight like it happened. Not at all. Not today and not tomorrow. Never again can I let this happen. Because I let it happen. I just have to be in the right place at the right time, like yesterday. Then I can stop it from happening. But why didn’t I do anything yesterday? What if I freeze again? This fear surrounds me. But it is legitimate. It took two and a half hours for the adrenaline to seep out of my veins after it happened. Today I must prepare myself for it happening again. Mentally, I am reseting my mind. I cannot approach what happened with my selfish personal application again. It is beyond me. I must understand that. And yet it is so in my control, my sphere of influence. It is my responsibility. It will not happen. So now I can sleep tonight. Sleep with the peace of it never happening again. Today is a new day. A day to realize the wrongs of yesterday and prepare to fix them tomorrow. And I am prepared. I have run the event over in my mind so many times. I am like an actor, memorizing his part in the play. Today I can breathe. Today I can move. Today I can look back and stop what happened yesterday from happening tomorrow. Today I figured out what happened. It did not happen today.

Colin and Co.

Yesterday

Yesterday it happened. I was walking to the parking lot when, right before my eyes, it happened. I saw the girl and her smiling eyes. She smiled right until it happened. In fact, I couldn’t see any reason for the smile to fade. But that was before it happened. The sun was high and everyone was shaking off their winter clothes. With a skip in his step, I saw him pace towards me. I didn’t see it coming, but it came. It was a slow motion kind of video in my mind. But it was as plain as day. Then the guy on his roller blades blew by, just missing when it happened. What a day he would’ve had! The roar of the bus bellowed in the distance. They seem to invade every situation. Like this one. But that roar faded to a hum when it happened. All my senses were heightened. I felt as if I could taste a barbeque that was roasting sausages on the other side of the river. I could swear I read the button on his backpack as he turned when it happened. But I forgot what it said because it happened. Life went to slow motion when it happened. I felt as if this was the climax, the apex, the meeting of every circumstance and situation that I had ever been through in my life. It all came together when it happened. There she was, smiling; there he was, skipping towards her; there I was, watching it happen. The bus was humming away, almost inaudible in my ears. My stomach stopped growling, forgetting the sausages. I read his button as he turned. The girl stopped smiling. Time stood almost still. It happened in slow motion. They turned and faced each other. Aware of what was about to happen, I tried to swallow but my throat was too dry. Then it happened. It happened yesterday.

Colin and Co.

Fire the Canons!

"to the death" cries the general

to the death young men and old

for your time is up today

your bodies must feed the earth

with your breath broken bones

fight the enemy for glory

for pride and for nothing

not a voice can stop

this violence

not a silence can halt

this war

let your mind be full of hatred

let your mouth overflow with screams

to let live is to give mercy

undeserved and unforgivable

to kill is divine justice

to the death our cause will fall

slay yourselves with murder

stab the one who follows

the opposite way the wrong

they came to meet their maker

they came to meet their taker

of life and hope and song

ignite the wick

propell the lead

fire the canons

we're all dead

Colin and Co.

A series of paragraphs in a story that I have yet to title.

There are many ways of going about finding a mate in Charlie's world. In some far away places people are told who will be their mate when they are still children. It is predetermined. In the part of the world where Charlie lives people have to find their own mates once they reach the age of mating. What exactly this age is, few can agree upon. How one should go about finding one's mate is another unagreed upon. Some of Charlies friends go to social gatherings with the intent of finding a mate. Often there are other people looking for a mate at these gatherings, so the chance of success is fairly high. Charlie's own parents had met in a bar, for instance. Other people spend their time making themselves appear attractive so prospective mates will come to them. This method has mixed results. An increasingly more common choice among Charlie's peers is finding multiple mates for short periods of time, one after the other (or simultaneously), discarding mates as they are bored of them or more attactive mates come along. This new method is attractive because it requires little commitment and shallow emotional connection.

Stay tuned for the next exciting paragraph in Charlie's quest for a mate! If you have suggestions for a title, leave them in the comment box!

Colin and Co.

Firewood

but for now the tree once stood

beside the shed it falls down

one day we will burn the wood

listen to the crackling sound

to keep this country home warm

up to the roof the best view

of sunrise and lightning storm

morning lawn covered in dew

soon to feeze with autumn chill

maple leaves will dye of thirst

heave the axe until the kill

dry wood is split with a burst

pile it high inside the shed

to burn inside the fireplace

when summer is gone and dead

before winter shows its face

but for now the tree once stood

Colin and Co.

Oh, have I got a treat for you!

After that rather depressing poem yesterday, I thought today I would treat you guys to a poem I had to write for grade 12 English class. This was the class that inspired me to become an English major, and it also ignited a passion for writing in me. Although my memory is poor, I believe this may very well be one of the first poems I have ever written! Enjoy.

Choice

A picture may be worth a thousand words,

But I don’t want to talk that long.

Take a good look around the world.

It is clear that something is wrong.

I can see it in nature,

I can see it in people.

I can see it in media,

I can see it right under our steeple.

You know what it is right? Oh, you idiot, can’t you see?

It is sin, death, damnation, straight from the serpent in the tree.

Tree? Yes, the tree! Of knowledge of Good and Evil.

The one that God warned could cause a great upheaval.

Why did He put it there, how could He dare?

How did that snake get in anyway, and why did he care?

Heck, we were mere man, just another animal, that’s all.

Wait, we were God’s image, yes! Then how could we fall?

Oh, right. I forgot about our poor start.

We ate the forbidden fruit of damnation.

We made a choice, then it all fell apart.

We are the ones still messing up Creation.

God gave us a choice, take it or leave it.

We took it, now here we are; wait, you sit!

I know you don’t like hearing this, it makes you feel sick.

But I feel sick too; I feel like a convict.

But it doesn’t end here,

God doesn’t burn us and cheer.

He loves us too much

To see us end in a rush.

So He sent his Son to crush the snake,

And save us from the eternal lake,

Of fire and sulfur and the terrible smell,

Of a nasty, awful, place called Hell.

Here’s the catch; Jesus died to save us all,

But it’s a choice; not something you can buy in the mall.

You have to trust him with all your mind, soul and heart,

Then you and God will never again be apart.

Colin and Co.

A picture of you.

Who's that guy in the picture of you?

Is he a gentleman, humble and true?

Maybe he has on his bum a tatoo

Or maybe a scar

from a fight at bar

Does he have a nice car?

Forget it.

He probably doesn't even think about you

when he sees the sunrise

when he hears the birds sing

when he tastes sweet honey

when he feels the windchill

when he smells like you.

He washes you off, but

like a grass stain

you remain.

Still frame.

The same.

Let us not play the name game,

I don't give a damn

who he is.

Colin and Co.

It's alomst the end of the day and i have to write in my blog.

I wrote this to a girl on Facebook in July of 2007. Enjoy?

I finally got Facebook?!? I've been on here for like 2 whole weeks! lol, and i already have 49 friends! anyways, ya Montreal was great, we were in the old part, so all the building were pretty old and very European.It's probally like a really small version of France and way newer comparitively, but it's really the oldest place in Canada. anways, it was pretty fun except I had to stick with my brother DJ the whole time, which was ok, but he kinda gets on my nerves; we really aren't alike. But thats ok it was good to spend some time with him i guess, i don't see him a whole lot really. So ayways, you like the kilt eh? Thats probally the only thing anyone will like, seeing as it's the most "sexy". but I kindof get sick of them, especially when the are way to short, cause it's hard for a guy to keep his eyes where they should be when you can see too much legs ya know? Well, maybe you don't, and I'm not saying that they should be like the olden days when you couldn't even see ankle y kno, I'm just saying I don't want to see ass every time a girl bends over to pick something off the floor. Anyways, another rant, I'm sorry lol. So ya work is ok, but it's not really steady, and that kindof ticks me off. But its work. So I hope all is well with you, and I'll see you later! Peace!

Colin and Co.

I got lazy already and searched my poetry folder...

This poem was an assignment for a poetry workshop I did at Carleton last semester. We were supposed to write a poem about seduction. Unfortunately (or maybe not), I've never been seduced by a woman before, which I think the teacher had in mind. But I have been seduced by an automobile. This poem is dedicated to the car sitting stagnant in my mom's garage right now.

1986 BMW 325e

Induce

me with steel

memories of burning rubber.

These mechanical connections

are blowing my

mind.

Six

inline cylinders

driving the rear wheels.

Loose shift linkages make

my right hand

seek.

Find

the perfect line

into the apex then out wide.

Grip the wheel tight, downshift

feel the torque

push.

Slip

gravel powerslide

counter-steer to keep her straight.

I feel the growl of natural

aspiration, nothing

forced.

Ignite

injected fuel

empowering this love affair.

Eject exhaust with a song

for all to be

induced.

Colin and Co.

Welcome to the daily writings of Colin and Co.!

Welcome!

This is my second attempt at blogging. This blog will feature a daily writing from Colin and Co. Of what quantity or quality, I cannot tell. That is all. For today...

Into the sunlight burning retinas

Bundled in scarves and mitts

it's negative 20 degrees (celcius)

The periphery is freezing

Under these layers I sweat

Soar along the empty canal

Oh, the path to education!

Colin and Co.