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

Colin and Co.

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

Colin and Co.

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

Colin and Co.

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

Colin and Co.

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.

Church (2)

built a wall

to separate

tear it down

stop the hate

door swing wide

people inside

get out

shout

...

more next time.

Colin and Co.

Church

I'm a brick

I'm a beam

a crucial piece

manufacturing

human shapes

intertwine

form a house

shines divine

....

more next time.

Colin and Co.

We're awake.

I'm lying on a bed of clover

chewing tasty pink buds

when out of the blue (literally, cloudless was the sky)

your face appeared upside-down

laughing with a smile as you shook

my day dream awake.

You're lying on white hospital sheets

pulled tight to keep the lines off your back

as tubes and wires intake and exhaust

your body an engine in repair

I drove you into that tree

my nightmare awake.

We're lying on a bed for the first time

our unity a cleaving bond of love

based on the foundation Christ built

between humanity and God

intimacy manifest despite broken pasts

our marriage awake.

Colin and Co.

Intradecadence

So.

All the blogs I read have recently posted apologies for the inconsistent posting of late. I will not do the same.

I am not sorry for posting only 4 times in the month of May. I said it would be daily, but I have spent little time on my computer since school ended, and I have been feeling less motivated to write. Is it because of the second-hand THC? Not sure. English has taken a hit, as usual, when I am separated from educated people and plopped into 10 hour days with drug addicts and high school drop-outs. Excuses are useless.

And I wouldn't have it any other way. Language can only evolve if there are large populations who care not about the rules.

And isn't poetry not caring about the rules? Or is it caring too much to obey them? "My words are not valuable enough to have the honour of being placed into grammatical structure." (Co. or Colin)

Here goes:

two punches on shoulder

love taps ? hatred

the smile gives away

"doing just what I wanted"

Thanks, pour me my apple juice,

Old man. Now,

bearded guy refuses handshake

"Lay Off the Bush!"

Ok, I know, old habits,

even my dad noticed them still

But I won't stop, can't, I am

uncomfortable

with my position on Planet

Barbeque some hog

chill that beer so we

relax our senses, take hold of

us, oh Substance! We need you to

guide our destruction. destroy

ABS pipes cutting corners

get paid to much for doing it, fixing it

then we drown in sweat

not anymore soon it is

liquid sulfer Flaming

Colin.

and.

Co.

Lawn Mower Blues

monday morning

I'm mowing. It's snowing.

White dandelion seeds flowing.

You're thinking about drinking,

and I'm faking while you're baking.

Pot smoking you're toking,

I'm loosing you're boozing.

We've got to start choosing

soothing words to heal these

breaking bones and aching hearts.

Stop frowning, we ain't drowning (yet)

Stop lying to yourself,

You're dying yourself.

While I'm living, he's crying;

While I'm giving, he's trying

to fix his monday morning.

Colin and Co.