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.