further away from here

It was the worst of times, it was the best of times

.Banff life has been exceptional.

work that makes money, and another for memories
paddle with two oars, for more than just gratuities
the Bow and the Spray offering places to play
it takes no genius to find a place to stay.

So set up the trade shows
and play in the raft holes
find solace in rock walls

their grips to make you grimace
bring twin ropes
climb pitches
for hopes their new heights bring new visions,
to see further west
...
or east,
or wherever.

Find flight without feathers
seek smoke without fires
heat from a flame can push the bravest
away

this is for freedom
for exploration
recreation.

I hope to see more

Everlasting existence based on linguistics

The prior post happened to come from the depths
the current title may be misleading
there is no science here
I persist
but not in the pursuit of greater scientific knowledge
still struck by curiosity
are the page views people?
if you read this... say hi?
an endeavour on my part
to discover the online community
locked in parenthesis on a blogger stats page
herein lost without poetic structure
only short sentences lacking proper prose
perhaps it is worth it to propose a greeting and an idea
if once read, help to create a thread, which will offer words from inside my head
...
nonsense
early in the morning
with funk music playing
the buzz is fading
no more false rhyming
ing
.

Dragon Born

For the darkness.
the heroes came to our sides
who seek out dragons for slaying
but had only a torch to bring light.
hidden from the aura of the bright light cast,
beware what is behind the shadowy veil of its brilliance.
we keep the most dangerous, closest to our hearts
believe that it is mine, your light is not welcome
a flame which will go out, a flame which will pass.
and my dragons will grow, tucked into my shadows
they are mine, and their they will keep
...
and in keeping to themselves
I can keep to mine also
to tend the sheep, for dragons must eat.
life is lusting for a hero with a worth to match
a warrior bearing warriors hearts
wielding more than just torches
beware though my dragons will come
with fierce intent, vicious ruby eyes hell bent
hide thickened by the eternal night
tattered wings more capable than appearance could belie
beware the dragon,  for when it comes
warriors hearts are its claim
....
the darkness will pass
this evil retreat
light will be shone
I tell you
the legend still grows.

So long Kamloops

Sitting alone now in an empty house more full of memories than accessories
Left alone to clean this old abode we called a home
More holes in the wall than a dartboard would allow, shit
Hope the landlord likes board sports
Filling the silence with playlists and heavy dub
A void now unavoidable, I create the need for more audible situations
longboarding solo, Sahali is my bitch now
It's loose gravel and sand patches which create road rash and fast crashes
All is well in this empty house, two days left
Awaiting the zombie apocalypse, left out mini swords and a knife collection
To slice and dice any opposition
For now it's just words and typing, verbal slaying
Emcee destruction without a real function, just frustration
From whence have we come and where shall we go
But fuck it, let the beat drop
Dancing like no one is watching, because fuck you, no one is
This is how life currently is
Pure bliss, people to miss, no lips to kiss, just lyrics to dismiss
Back to scrubbing, fuck

up north, out east, down south, the west
for cardinal directions we've seen them all

This place could be better titled "My soul when I cannot talk anymore"
I am no whiz with words when they spill forth
my mouth and my mind too often disagree
but pen, paper, keys, and screens
they offer no judgement keenly seen
I write to allow my self the opportunity
I want people to know, but not to acknowledge the truth of their knowing
how this past year has been a lie that kept growing
I told those around me that school was for me
so much that even I would believe
and here I am, torn to the ground
feeling senseless and lost
a path that has become overgrown
I have let my life become tossed
and I turn over in a bed now too cold
writing words in an attempt to be bold
to show myself that I have not lost all
I am not here for no reason
...
I used to be somebody
I cared about things and people
about where I was going
who I was with along the way
what I was going to do
how I was going to do it
a willingness to strive to be better than I was
how lost have I become

this day

How long now has this been waiting in the shadows
all the while a blind eye was turned
a small indecent hope that things would just get better
it would all work out
how wrong I was
if our prime purpose in this life is to help others
the least we can do is not hurt each other
a skill that I fear I have developed to well
in deeper and darker places the sun will always rise
it does you no good to simply await its coming
move and do and be
don't take what isn't right as the only truth
my truth now is hidden from me
shrouded by a selfish lie
in my place of solitude I have locked out all others
without thought of what I was doing to them
how hard it is be to be the only one who cared
for that I am eternally sorry
five meaningless letters to form a meek apology
words lack the emotion to express what has happened
how I have wronged the one that I love
so much that I created a distance greater than the physical
thousands of kilometres are no match to a lack of words
so quickly I move to remorse
rue who I am
know that I love you
and behold the greatness you are