Valium and Tiny

Just-In Time for the mood swing,
I Over Dosed on Valium.

One moment I'm laughing at Bye Ber
As Tiny serenades girls he will never see
again,
the next
I'm throwing shit against the fan
Hoping for a mess
for a succulent piece of chick
en Schnitzel

Then the Val Val Val Ium takes hold
And I'm a Quite Quiet man; soon old.
Taking more, keeping score of stockers
Hoping they fatten nicely for steak
But until then, then forescore lockers
Full of Chick-en Schnitzels I bake
Tastings dry and... why you care
Not for dietary fare

I have lost control of my tears
I have lost parol of my fears



Colin and Co.

Death by Exposure

All my life little lies have been whispered
they crawl into my ears like hungry worms
leaving the mouths of parents, peers, culture
this rain forces them out of cracked pavement
but rain is ultimately not the source,
it's oxygen they lack: lies lack the truth
of God that will expose destructive sin.
If exposed, will worms return to the earth
again to dig and plant their subtle lies?
No! Once they step into the light, their fate
is sealed: they die. How may I wash the lies
from the darkened soil of my mind? A Flood:
to wash away the lies of sinful man
and fill my heart with truth and faith and love.



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Opa Plays Organ in Heaven

organ pipes shake the foundation
in my heart I can feel the vibration
outside the sun shines bright
smiling evangelists spread some light
inside my organs fall out of place
a cloud of dust forms outer space
like stars just exploded big bang
all the while the choir sang
praises loud full throated melodious
tears fall from the sky glorious
light shatters in each tiny prism
a rainbow forms bridging this schism
I find myself face up on the ground
listen heaven concert organ sound



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It Takes Time to Mourn

I shed a tear
but not for sadness
nor for joy
or extreme laughter

I shed a tear
for cold air streaming
against my face
against my control

I shed this tear
rolled down my lash
froze to the hair
I could not shake it

I shed this tear
for the rest of my journey
it finally fell
when I went inside



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Tears

When That Song plays
I get a feeling in my legs
I want to dance and shout
But my throat is dry,
I want to cry
When I shoud be bold
Stand up for the 'fold
I smile and cower about
Like a child unaware
Of danger over there
When he gets in her face
And thinks her disgrace
I want to punch his mouth
But my lips are cracked and red
blood streams my face instead
When this song plays
Proclaiming His Praise
I want to dance and shout
But my throat is dry,
I want to cry



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Hello. You want to read.

Some wordy stuffing turkey.

Here is a boon for your brain

If you don't read this, insane!

You will be comforted one day

By a friend who wnet away.

I purposely do typos

like double you net.

How can I get

Lypos>?

Bye,

C

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Wrong

I am proven wrong on a daily basis.

Yesterday I was wrong to overreact

to puddles on the bathroom floor

I knew it when I couldn't bring myself

to never flush the toilet like I threatened to.

Today I was wrong to begin a conversation

with negative comments on the smell of dishes

everyone has to eat and if anything my food

smells the worst out the other end.

Tomorrow I will trust in my instincts

pertaining to placing a heart to my heart

all my best efforts cannot keep this love alive

I am wrong to even call it love.

Colin and Co.

At the Writer's Festival

the sadest old man painted a picture

of how he felt dying

I saw a river in the Canadian north

with rapids and calm stretches

completely surrounded by wilderness

while he painted he told me

he gave up on art when the cancer took

hold of his wife

he told me now of his aloneness.

yet somehow he was here, with a quivering voice

and a tear in his eye

delivering his message to untutored youth

when finished, I saw the darkness release him

and he smiled

sitting in his canoe without fear of the inevitable

Colin and Co.

In Other Wards

there are things I want to tell you,

not exactly secrets

more like seeing the game from the other side of the rink

– i used to think they did this for the second period –

in other wards

backwords.

what I'm going to tell you

won't make much sense

until you jump the boards

until you jump the fence

what I've got to say

may make you upset

until you see through me

until you choose to forget

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Response

Am I responsible for you?

my brother's keeper,

my reader's teacher?

I'm not sure yet.

Here's a piece, take a bite and tell me what you think:

There are these words

about love and loss

with some chains and freedom thrown in.

I saw the chains as a result of stale love,

possibly a false love (lust?, mistrust? thrust?)

most likely an incomplete love.

So these words of loss led me to believe

that freedom was simply understood once

one separated from this incompletion.

But the 'teacher' told us these chains represented

the suppression of the middle class

and all that commie crap.

And freedom came (according to teach)

from a woman able to stand up for herself

and dare to challenge the satus quo.

So I ask again: am I responsible for you,

my reader, my brothers and sisters?

I'd say, I'm trying to say something.

But if you get it wrong I won't kill ya for it.

Colin Long Time No See Co.

Symbolic Transit

waiting

waiting for the first

to make a move

to type the words

mouths can't speak

waiting for nuance

in expression, tone

to signal the light

make it yellow, red

waiting in silence

for the collision

to blow this candle

end the green light

waiting to move

beyond white lines

Coling anda Coke.

Symbols of our Transportation

Imagine:

intersecting roads

traffic stopped in all directions

all the lights are green

All I see is green

green light

yet

but

however

No one moves

no pedestrians walk

no cars slowly rolling in anticipation

even on my bike, my breath is not held

Are we blind? can we not see the colour,

the position,

the space?

Motionless we lie

waiting

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I'm back?

it's funny how many faces

I recognize

yet I can't remember the sound

of any voices

maybe one day your eyes will find me

your mouth

make music I remember

we can become more than familiar

family.

We could be related.

Some day I will see you all again

forget names

faces

but remember that one voice

the familial present

blends into anonymous pasts

We could be family.

Colin and Co.

Sorry for the absence. Writing Hiatus. Do you remember my voice?

We're family.

i won't tell you why i can't speak

a language pleasing your emotions

but i speak to the ground beneath your feet.

I tell how majestic a creature walks upon it

what imprint your shoe has left

not the colour of your voice, for

ground has not eyes or ears.

hear the sand flowing out the

desert of your mouth and it's blinding my eyes

arms swinging looking for something to grasp

hold

touch

feel the ground as I fall on the beneath your feet

sand fills my mouth and

I can't speak.

Coli nan dCo.

sometimes I follow a narrow trail

into mud and trees and teeth and feet sinking

the more I try to release its grip on me

my weaknesses made plain to see

sometimes I am led down a wide road

into fields of sand and sun and wind cleansing

the less I try to escape this paradis

my source of strength shines clearly

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Slavery

pulled a weed last week I did

grab it with my hand in glove

next week that weed I will pull

again roots I won't remove

saw a girl last week I see

peek though glasses on my face

next week I will look again

that girl becomes my disgrace

ate an apple yesterday

pluck it gently from the tree

oh those apples taste so sweet

I eat them for eternity

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The World Came Together at Fisher and Baseline

drum lessons, $20 per 1/2 hour

lessons include training in technique

syncopation

four limb independance

and playing along to your favourite bands!

some lessons cost more than others.

some lessons humble more.

no student is greater than his teacher.

mix emerald steel and blonde beer

and you end up with a spanish dutch teaching

we'll call it "Nederig Esmeralda Lección Onbedoelde"

God was the teacher, and the price was

$896 per split second, or $0 per 116 minutes.

Either way, I learn alot.

Colin and Co.

I have out grown

chasing fantastic love.

Hand me down some

real live hands to hold.

Colin and Co.

grass grows

I mow it down

people come go

quick dead clippings

lie on the road brown

blown away forgotten

Colin and Co.

The best car I ever drove was a VW GTI and the last time I kissed a girl was grade 8 and she dumped me three days later.

my dear jealousy,

How I revel in you today!

I succumb

become

numb

my emotions drink your potions

ocean drown down town I found

you sitting down sipping beer.

Not so cheery, are you?

Through the haze of hate

Justificate agilitiy

numerate civility.

These words foaming in my mind

make me realize what I prize in this life:

mostly beautiful women and cars

Far beyond this stage I understand

that a man has a plan and it...

So can I choose to lose you?

Colin and Co.