Wednesday, April 26, 2006

along the way

you didn't see, you only heard.
you didn't speak, you turned away.
there were lies, and there were words,
and there was nothing left to say.

because it was the two of us it was harder,
because there was only war, and never peace.
two destinations on a troubled map,
roads never crossing, only bridges,
and all the water underneath.

only silence on the telephone,
no spoken words, only radio static.
I found your picture in the addic,
I wiped the covering dust away.

The face I saw, I used to know.
outside the world was layered in snow.
there was a ringing at the doorbell,
it was you,
you were on your way.

There's wasn't two of us, there was one.
We'd found eachother along the way.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Eyes open

I'm looking for an angel,
there's nothing left to say.
Didn't realize that you had wings
until you left the other day.
The world still spins around the sun,
the sun still sets in the west at night.
The lights of Vegas still shine brightly,
as desperate people place their bets.

They don't know about the spring time,
only promises washed away.
Like looking at that poor school boy,
asking how'd he get that way.
He was a brick sinking in the water,
waves lapping against his head.
He didn't have all of the answers,
liked to shake his head instead.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Marathon: field notes...

So it appears that I have not been writing weekly updates about the half-marathon training I'm doing. Well, two months, too many kilometers to count, and some minor aches and pains have past since then, with much to report.

It's Easter Sunday, in the am, just got back from a run. Today the faithful Running Roomer's and I set out for 16kms. 10 weeks into the training schedule, this is the biggest test, though not the farthest our group will run. Temperature wise, I couldn't have asked for a better day to run, though a little less wind would have helped!!

Today's course had us running from the corner of O'Connor and Wellington to down past the War Musem, along the riverside bike/running path, heading west toward the bridge to Alymer. (I forget the name). Getting to the bridge was tough this morning, the past two weeks I've had to keep the running to a minimum due to an ankle injury I can't seem to shake. I've been riding my bike alot to keep up the strength in my legs while I rest my ankle.

As I arrived at the bridge, I turned to face north to head across to Quebec, when I was greeted by a gale force wind!! Not really, but it felt like it. At this point my watch read 31 mins. I could definately feel the off time creeping up on me, as the bodies of my running mates ahead up me dipped below the horizon and out of sight. I was alone. However, training for something like a half-marathon is 90% mental, so you have to keep focused on the task at hand, even if it is getting across a damn bridge with 20km wind in your face!

By the time I reached the crest of the bridge, I regained the vision of my running mates, but that comforting visual quickly faded, as they ran behind some trees. Passing some bikers and a couple of runners, saw me reach the end of the bridge and head onto the path, to follow it back downtown. Running along the path was a great test of strength, as the terrian dipped and rose at several points along the way. It took me through marsh land, over some plank-covered bridges and through a small community park.

At this point, I could feel my ankel starting to scream at me, evidently I'd been ignoring it all this time. It didn't catch up to me until I reached a portion wherein, I had to cross a set of train tracks. One problem; a train was being loaded with extra cars, making ready for a trip. My watch read 67mins. An attendent working on the train told me to wait 5 mins, so I waited...and waited. I got fed up with waiting so I hopped a fence and continued on my route to the Alexandrea Bridge, past the mesuem of Civilization.

I stepped foot on Ontario soil, as my watch read 78mins. Before coming out this morning I set myself a goal, to run the 16kms in under 90mins. Though the pain in my ankle was increasing with vigour, I made it back to the corner of O'Connor and Wellington at 87 mins, and continued down to the store in a total time of 89:31. Not too shabby, for a guy with a throbbing ankle. Next weekend we run 12km, then two 18's, a 20km, and a final Sunday run of 6km, so hopefully i can rest my ankle enough to keep up my speed. Otherwise, I'll have to play through the pain!!

Thursday, April 13, 2006

wishing well

make a wish,
throw a penny into the well.
I've wandered all around,
asking strangers what's your picture of hell.
the sun hasn't been shining in days,
need a ladder to escape from this purple haze.
is it door one, two or three,
this resting place is big enough for you and me.
a night like this so black and cold,
watch your step this dock is old.
bring your book, and we'll read aloud one verse,
she doesn't even carry a purse.
grab some wood and we'll start a fire,
let go of your earthly desires,
come with me and you will see,
we'll paint a picture of heaven.
Somewhere, away from this distaste,
landminds and toxic waste.
At night we'll look up and see the moon,
asking if change is coming soon.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Sheets over your head...

Help me out,
cause I don't know what you're looking for.
Put one foot in front of the other,
and walk right out the door.

Now and then,
could you let me be your friend.
If you're crying underneath the pillow,
let me try to make it better.

I'll be right behind you,
your personal fantasy guide.
You can trust me,
don't hold out your hands,
as you're following down.

Monday, April 10, 2006

fireflys

last thursday,
four years ago.
I saw your footprints
on the wet grass,
leading to the hill.

I went searching for you,
but never got that far.
The light outside was dim,
only shining from one star.

And I walked through the darkness
outside your house.
Screaming at the top of my lungs.

Ended up at the lakeshore,
staring at my reflection in the water.
Dad said you'd know the feeling,
when you have a daughter.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

nonsense

the roses aren't red,
because the petals are dead.
and the demons danced,
at the foot of the poet's bed.