Cruising (day 50)

Cruising, with the wheels below my kicks
Feeling good, all relaxed like
Watching the beautiful smiles
Gather around for music in celebration
Today is Vancouver’s 125th birthday
Rolling on, two chaps riding longs
Lions Gate, a marvelous sight
The little city of weird huts
Inukshuk, with one single spotlight
And a pool? Who knew there was a pool
Cobblestone makes funny noises
With very tricky switchbacks
English Bay has funny faces
The goal, the view in sight
Means Science World is my beacon of hope
Slightly sweating, pushing hard
A seated biker, with a cute bell
Up and over, I leave the wall
I’m done for now, it’s been swell

Readings in Sociology (day 49)

Honesty creeps in to the cobwebs
Getting slowly tangled by the conglomerate
Mass produced media machine
Propagating the good life
The life you believe is the life
The life you see is the life
Through properly reflected beams of light

And you sit amazed, I try not to stare

NAFTA swears they make you freer
Yet demand you sell your food
For cheaper than you can make it
Demand you don’t complain
When your forced to eat the backs
Off your own beady prosperity

And you sit amazed, I try not to stare

Lower wages, longer work hours
Outsourcing, downsizing
Globalizing, restricting
Letting things work their way out
Private, public, selling, buying
Insider, lobbyist, missionary, representative

And you sit amazed, I try not to stare

Prose or Drawing (day 41)

As the clouds roll grayly over the tips of the trees
A flower sprouts out, distorting my gaze
Lime green shoot with delicate leaves off
Yellow petals catching little rays of sunshine
In spite the meandering clouds

And a bird, sweep and sway as it goes
Following a path neither you nor I see
The lazy sound of rolling tires
Pressing heavily along the solid cement
Easily making out the cars that hit that evil pothole

But the cedar hedges all look sharp
Neatly cut last night with a dull pair of snippers
I know because I heard it happen
They cried the whole night too
Now, they look pretty and blue

Upon closer inspection of the ground I lay
A beetle crawls away, weaving a slow path
Destined for a head on collision with
That squirmy ant I see over there
Maybe they’ll become friends with one another

In all the sights I hear on my perch
All the animals I know do roam
I feel of them all luckiest to be
The one with the freedom
The voice to be me

Exorcism (day 34)

It’s a crippling numbness
Settling me into my spot as I sit here and wait
Hoping for something but not receiving
Why do I wait like it’s a choice I can will:
The existence is truth, if I think hard enough

Yet I lose all motivation
As if calling the setting sun out while loosing daylight
Flushed, to worried to move, to pressured to stay
To meaningful to blow off
To surprised to react
To alone to feel the real impact
To young to exist any other way

Thundering Train (day 30)

Slow down ol’ ground up meat
Roll along the system of sultry
Hope the sands crawl slower
May every whistle blow quieter
Along the restless matches
Slowly burning the translucent time
Gaining a rhyme against the moon
Thundering down the grassiest slopes
A rolling begins to sway this tune

Effort (day 28)

Gravitation like centrifugal force
Pulls its weight inward
Sinking ships and attracting comets
Similar to love; laws of attraction

Within this game of wheels and barriers
Around this ball of burning flame
Sinks the demon you’ve played again
Round and round and dig much deeper

The efforts there, aside the sticks
Counting pegs like cribbage pricks
Blowing out the energy within
This is the game; lead from within

Canucks (day 26)

Down by four goals
One period to go
It was less than ten minutes
That got you right here

You win with a heart
Take charge with desire
Skate till the end
That’s how you’ll win

People loose hope
People have lost hope
People have jumped on
Bandwagons are strong

All comes to show you
What support and strength
You’ve got behind you
To take down this battle

Keep the faith
Keep your stick on the ice
Lordy lordy lordy
Kick some ass in the race!

Stress (day 25)

One more to go
No, I forgot about you
That makes three
Oh, one more will do

So to struggle through this
I’ll have three more to go
Then after that’s done
I might have time to nap

That’s only if it goes quick
If I keep focused and get through
Then maybe I’ll be ok
Have a little time to kill

It would be nice to take a walk
One of these days
One of these days
I’ll have time for a walk