Sunday, April 17, 2011

Goodbye Glamour Girl

Walking along the railroad tracks
Smoking to be cool
Drinking under nearby bridges
Regular teen fools

Discussing our current crushes
Painting her purple walls
Admiring her ability to always be chic
With her I felt so gangly tall

My awkwardness was a foil to her
My disagreement incurred her wrath
My cautiousness made her impatient
My naiveté made her laugh

High school shapes your destiny
It can heal and it can scar
And the people who you befriend there
Become a part of who you are

But I let this friendship fade away
She didn’t like when I was strong
And I had found my inner strength
And it was time to live MY song

So I let this friendship fade away
Didn’t answer when she called
I wasn’t there, I couldn’t be
And now.... and now that’s all.

I miss that stylish, glamour girl
My first Annapolis Valley friend
She will always be in my memories
And be a part of who I am.


Friday, April 8, 2011

Super Cow Comic #2

You would NOT believe what it took for me to finally find a way of adding this pic/comic to this blog.  It fought me every inch of the way.   The first one didn't give me this much trouble.  Hmmm...  Mr Mean must've gotten his hands on it....uh, I mean... his evil machines to gum up the works or something.   Anycow, I hope you like it...   ;o)  

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Mean To Me


Spring is stuttering and trying to start
While I search for magic in the dark
And as the world brightens, through cold that is weaning
I remain confounded and looking for meaning.

Pleasant weekend that has almost run its course
Tries winning its fight against time’s ancient force   
But Monday approaches with its mind-boggling mist
I seriously doubt I’ll find its gist

Then the days and the weeks and the months saunter by
There go the seasons as time starts to fly
My questions become diluted in the calendar dance
And I stop believing in any significance

The years start to carve lines in my face
My heart grows comfortable in its lonely place
Middle-age body full of achy joints
Remains unconvinced that there’s any point

Yet...

I still search for magic in this senseless life
While fighting the shadows and holding off strife
Using laughter and music to fight off the cry
I have a feeling, I will never know why.

Long... drawn-out... albeit hopeful... sigh.