how dare you chase my sun away.
I’m made of sterner stuff,
I’ll shine on through the grey.
I dare not let you cast a pall
on my parade.
You’re nothing but a ruse,
a game, a masquerade
Hello yesterday, what’s on your mind
what do you mean, “The years aint been kind”?
You’re history pal, you’re just the past,
A reminder that time is passing so fast
yes, i cling to you, far, far more than I should,
but my memories of you are not always good.
you’ve caused me much hardship, anguish and pain,
and made me relive you again and again!
Sure, there’s nostalgia, your greatest bouquet
Were things really better, back in the day,
or photoshopped images, with your own special spin
Whose varnished veneer is beginning to thin.
Why you intrigue me, so much, i don’t know
its time to move on, still i don’t want to go
I can’t just disgard you, after all, you’re my past,
but tomorrow is beckoning me, at long last.
Just roaming, lost and weary
I think about us, well, the used-to-be us.
and our new past, so damned dreary!
Landmarks along this grainy lane
Pass by my gaze unbidden
I can’t change the channel, can’t look away
The images won’t stay hidden.
Sign posts scream out silently
Hazzards ahead, don’t go there
I can’t turn back though, I never can.
There’s a new path out of here, somewhere.
But there never is, just our tainted past
and the hurt that won’t ever heal.
So, I’m driving late, on this lonely road,
a ghost behind the wheel.
Honeysuckle, songbirds and blossoms abound signs of awakening, all around
Each balmy night and dreamy day
Is so tinged with nature’s sweetest array.
There’s a song in my soul, a warm embrace
and a dream in my heart. For the whole Human race.
With uproarious zest, I thus, declare,
there’s a hint of springtime in the air!
Happy New Year, everyone!
I hope 2015 finds you all happy and healthy.
2015 has swept in with a crisp newness that matches the brisk, coldness of this Arctic inspired chill.
Southern BC is typically mild and wet, at the onset of winter, our best friends, a sturdy umbrella, and a dependable pair of waterproof boots. This sudden cold-snap comes, therefore, as somewhat of a surprise.
Change is good, though, It’s really, not half bad, walking out on an icy winter’s day, when the skies are blue and the sun is beaming down on the sparkly, ground.
It’s fresh, it’s new, and a far-cry from the incessant downpours, dowdy, grey, rain clouds, and the ominous threat of nearby rivers, over flowing their banks.
I love the crunch, underfoot, the smattering of snow that adorns the rooftops and hearty, old, evergreens like glistening tinsel, garlands. It’s so refreshing and invigorating.
When it snows a little, many Vancouverites, fly into a panic, flocking, in droves, to their local winter tire retailers. Other’s make do, many careening their traction-less rides, off of trees, traffic poles etc., enroute to ditches and snowdrifts.
Our hardy, better-aclimatized, Cousins, in Northern BC, and Central U.S and Canada, who deal handily and routinely with far harsher conditions, laugh heartily at our ineptness. Still, I’m glad we give them something to smile about.
Well, I just saw a weather update. Apparently this cold-snap is coming to an end soon. I honestly think I am going to miss it.
Happy New Year!
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The red seemed permanent, I rapped anxiously on my steering wheel, and glared at the traffic light in as intimidating a manner as was humanly possible. Staring hadn’t worked either, I’d blinked over a dozen times and yet still the angry crimson orb peered, back at me, as constant as the throbbing in my brain.
Several car horns , repeatedly voiced their opinion of our current predicament, but mine did not join the chorus. It was with me at the front of the line,
I was so tempted to abandon my little Corolla, and walk home; I probably would have, too, if I hadn’t just made the final payment on her, two weeks earlier, and if home wasn’t, at least, twenty-three kilometers away, of course.
With so few vehicles approaching from any of the three, alternative directions the other temptation was to jump the light and get on with my day. Why didn’t I ? That is a great question, I am glad you asked it in so timely a fashion.
Not twenty feet from where I waited, with rapidly dwindling patience, sat a Vancouver City police car. It was unoccupied, but I somehow sensed that it’s driver was, even as we speak, scrutinizing this scene from his window seat in Madison’s Cafe.
I wondered how long he could possibly leave it before he intervened, and ushered us dutifully through the intersection. A new city ordinance against the use of a cell phone whilst behind the wheel of a running motor vehicle was, for the moment, preventing me from summoning himself, or one of his colleagues.
A few cars were, now, performing illegal u-turns; Others were zipping past me, in the inside lane, and turning right. I counted to twenty a half a dozen times, but still I waited, and still I stared at that, confounded, red light! It would have been so simple to break that law, many others would have, of that I am sure. Curse my parents for raising a lily-livered, law-abiding citizen!
I turned on the radio, half expecting to be mentioned, on the traffic report. Speaking of traffic, it was backed up, behind me, by now, for several city blocks at least. People were hollering, horns were blaring and my head was pounding like a thousand Ringo Starrs. I rested my right hand on the hand-brake lever, and sat poised with one foot hovering over the clutch, and the other by the throttle. My patience was at an end. I was all set to break the law!
The guy behind me finally lost it, he yelled at my rear-view mirror while waving his up-raised fist in some sort of unfriendly salute. His big-block Chevy engine roared angrily, clearly in tune with its agitated owner, and his vehicle pulled out and around mine in an, impressively, aggressive leap. As his head drew even with my passenger-side window, he glowered at me and I clearly remember the throbbing vein, dancing away on his glistening forehead; well that, and then as the Chevy accelerated into the intersection, the squeal of protesting tires and brakes, and the gut-wrenching explosion as two perfectly good vehicles became one mass of smoking rubble.
Hello my friends!
It has been entirely too long since I posted anything, herein.
Please accept my apologies :(
Failing that, perhaps you could try to keep your hatred to a bare minimum. This is in light of the fact, that……. The author possesses a rather delicate sensibility ;)
I find I have become more and more distracted by all those little nonentities, such as living, these days. Oh the shame of it all! Well anyway, I shall hasten to taste of the communal waters very shortly, I am really, really hungry, and looking forward to reading all of your wonderful blogs!)
Love to all,
(Inspiration lurks in the strangest of places)
I Wonder…Is it possible to be in two places at the exact-same instant?
Can the human brain enable us to witness events that are miles apart and light years removed?
It feels that way, to me sometimes.
I was walking through a rural park, not, so, very far from home, a few days ago. I paused to rest on a wooden bench, and as I watched the people and their pets passing by, I had the distinct impression of being in a far different place.
Somehow, the tree lined avenues and the wood-chip-laden playground with its joyful young inhabitants, had morphed, in very convincing style, into something else.
The twittering birds, chattering chipmunks, and scampering squirrels were all gone; replaced by the hustling, bustle of a metropolitan, city. They became the growling of traffic, the honking of impatient car horns, and the howling of sirens.
That beautiful pastoral scene was no longer in evidence.
It wasn’t a distant memory, I believe, nor a trick of the imagination. Although, what other satisfactory, explanation remains?
The sights, sounds, and all of my other sensations, taste, touch and emotional response, seemed very real.
I watched in fascination, and then in immense sadness as trees and swing-sets, mountains, meadows and streams became skyscrapers, hydrants, and all the Accouterments of urban sprawl. A veritable concrete jungle, as it were.
I don’t deal with change very well, that much I will admit, albeit, reluctantly. This is Particularly when the changes involved are neither a necessity nor an improvement of significant value.
A burly young man raced bombastically from a convenience store, closely pursued by a red-faced merchant; The latter, wielding a well-weathered baseball bat.
The young hoodlum was fast, but the storekeeper’s batting hand was faster still.
As the kid lay sobbing on the concrete pavement, the scene dissolved, and I found myself staring, incredulously, as, in the playground, a concerned Nanny knelt over her sobbing, charge, . She was.tending to his scraped knee.
I arose from my bench, and, for a long moment, took in my, peaceful surroundings.
Life was good.
I inhaled the sweet, fragrant air and , with a sigh of contentment continued on my way.
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