I sit here... on the edge of the horizon... looking out toward the sunrise that has not yet been born. I look out and i drink in the sweetness of the innocence that is a day not yet created. Possibilities abound endlessly and no man or woman can say what can't be done for nothing has been written in the journal that is today. But tonight I not only sit on the brink of a new day.... I sit facing the dawning of a new year.. a new beginning.. a continuation of the past but a rebirth into the unknown.
I listen to the echoing silence that fills my every breath. My lungs ready to burst as the moment almost becomes to much to understand. The seconds tick down... The clock will continue to roll around..... I will wish... I will pray... I will attack this new year and unearth the mysteries and treasures that lay within its depths.
Good night....
Good Morning..
Goodbye 2010......
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
48 Hours.. or less...
The Day before the end of the year.. also 2 days before I embark on my 365 picture excursion. To lay out the guidelines, if anyone is interested, every day for the next year (2011) I will post at least 1 pic a day and I will have taken that picture on that day. I will try to entertain you with witty captions and push my artistic boundaries as I peruse the ultimate picture of 2011. So dot your fingers and cross your eyes.... this could be a wild and crazy ride or it could just be a long, painfully drawn out year in which you start to wonder why you are even following this... The countdown is on with less then 48 hrs to go!!!!!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Edmonton Oilers Prayer 2010
Oiler vets, who art not in the game,
Hemsky and Horcoff be thy names.
Thy rookies will come
thy games will be won,
in Edmonton as they are on the road.
Give us this goal by Eberle and Hall
and forgive our opponents
as Stortini pounds those who score against us.
And leads us not into a golfing summer
but deliver us Lord Stanley.
For this is Oil Country, the copper and blue, for ever and ever.
Amen.
Hemsky and Horcoff be thy names.
Thy rookies will come
thy games will be won,
in Edmonton as they are on the road.
Give us this goal by Eberle and Hall
and forgive our opponents
as Stortini pounds those who score against us.
And leads us not into a golfing summer
but deliver us Lord Stanley.
For this is Oil Country, the copper and blue, for ever and ever.
Amen.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Cosmic Rose
This poem has been written and re-written about 4-5 times over the last 13 or so years. My friend Aaron Platz, for some reason, liked it a lot and so every now and then i rewrite it and give it to him for his birthday. This is the latest copy, written a few weeks ago ( minus a paragraph or 2 )... so Happy Birthday once again Aaron.. see you over the holidays!
Nights seem to breathe a life of their own sometimes. Everything seems more alive, or just more undesirable. You sit around thinking about nothing and wondering why nothing can mean so much sometimes.
Memories take on whole new forms and sometimes you just don't know if anything is real or if something has brought this on with the nights breeze. Shadows speak in tongues of Angels and of Devils, cursing their very existence and why they must travel endless roads with wandering souls.
Sometimes we feel lost in our own skin, like some kind of mirror reflection of a lie. Some nights you just want to scream at the moon, run away, slip away from all of the prying eyes. Sometimes you just want to feel too alive and not know what to do with it.
The stars are out tonight... The clock has broken..faded and melted past midnight and it seems to have lost me somewhere between now and forever. My breathing mimics the wind and a hollow laugh of a distant loon, echoing off into the darkness. Now why did I just think of that... and why did i just think about grade 10 and that homework assignment that still haunts my brain?? It's been like this all night, it's been like this, it seems, for an eternity.
Someone once said that it is better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all. Screw Him! Because I am lost in love and it makes me feel like a man going mad. Everything is so over processed , so much more dramatic... everything is larger then life. Your brain runs a hundred miles an hour and leaves you wondering what you are thinking about. You do stuff you normally wouldn't, say things that seem to be coming from a strangers mouth. I am along for the ride, a ride of past present and future, all rolled into one roller coaster surprise.
This night is full of strangers, lost, wandering around with no souls.. no shadows to keep them warm. trapped in a haze of illusions brought on by the insomnia that is this night. I want to sleep, i beg to sleep and never wake again, the darkness can consume me and I will be forever grateful for its embrace.
The stars always seem to dance on nights like these, dance to the music that cannot be heard but music soothes even the savage beast I am beginning to crave containment or anarchy.
Tonight i will shed this skin of mine.
Tonight I will leave and never look back. I will walk the stairway to Heaven and rest amongst the wings of angels. I want to see words that have never been written. I want to hear notes that have never been played. Is it too much of me to ask for a second where the silence and the night devour each other and cast their ashes across the universe.
Yesterday was today...
Today was tomorrow...
and tomorrow can float away on the breeze that has clouded my mind.
if fools rush in where angels fear to tread, then brand me a lovers fool for i know not where i go.... only that no distance is too far... no fight too hard and no heart is unworthy to feel the kiss of just one more sunrise.
I no longer walk amongst the shadows and lies, I float within the very presence of Heaven. The gods sit on their thrones as I make my way through sacred halls, constellations hang on crescent moons like art.
the Big Dipper pours out over Orion's Belt as Taurus shatters the silence that hangs like icicles from the rings of saturn.
It's a world where i belong... it's a world where just being is something that can envelope your whole being.
Take flight on the majestic wings of pegasus, release all control and feel the cosmos flow through open fingers and tangle with the moon dust in your hair.
What has brought me to this place? Where have all my thoughts run off to? Everything is a mystery, everything is known. I am riding on the upside of being down and all my dreams are somewhere in-between. I feel like I have been sucker punched by the Sandman and he is standing over me, getting ready for round two.
Has it been days since I last slept or have I been dreaming all of these things in some insomniatic blissful slumber.
I am growing cold.. I feel I am growing old and I wish for nothing more then all that I have... I wish for a hand to hold.. a heart to heal and a smile that shines for me.
Now before you go and close down this circus, before you go around and shoot out all the lights... please breathe one last breath into this withered corpse, as the battle between Heaven and Hell rages on for the rights to my soul.
Now it's time to start chasing the sunrise as it starts to bleed across the horizon. I am racing through the stars and through universes so that i can make it to your front door.
You can sleep....
I will be awake....
a cosmic rose lays softly beside you.
I have seen eternity...
I have seen the very Heavens..
I have seen the angels..
as they sleep within your eyes.
Nights seem to breathe a life of their own sometimes. Everything seems more alive, or just more undesirable. You sit around thinking about nothing and wondering why nothing can mean so much sometimes.
Memories take on whole new forms and sometimes you just don't know if anything is real or if something has brought this on with the nights breeze. Shadows speak in tongues of Angels and of Devils, cursing their very existence and why they must travel endless roads with wandering souls.
Sometimes we feel lost in our own skin, like some kind of mirror reflection of a lie. Some nights you just want to scream at the moon, run away, slip away from all of the prying eyes. Sometimes you just want to feel too alive and not know what to do with it.
The stars are out tonight... The clock has broken..faded and melted past midnight and it seems to have lost me somewhere between now and forever. My breathing mimics the wind and a hollow laugh of a distant loon, echoing off into the darkness. Now why did I just think of that... and why did i just think about grade 10 and that homework assignment that still haunts my brain?? It's been like this all night, it's been like this, it seems, for an eternity.
Someone once said that it is better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all. Screw Him! Because I am lost in love and it makes me feel like a man going mad. Everything is so over processed , so much more dramatic... everything is larger then life. Your brain runs a hundred miles an hour and leaves you wondering what you are thinking about. You do stuff you normally wouldn't, say things that seem to be coming from a strangers mouth. I am along for the ride, a ride of past present and future, all rolled into one roller coaster surprise.
This night is full of strangers, lost, wandering around with no souls.. no shadows to keep them warm. trapped in a haze of illusions brought on by the insomnia that is this night. I want to sleep, i beg to sleep and never wake again, the darkness can consume me and I will be forever grateful for its embrace.
The stars always seem to dance on nights like these, dance to the music that cannot be heard but music soothes even the savage beast I am beginning to crave containment or anarchy.
Tonight i will shed this skin of mine.
Tonight I will leave and never look back. I will walk the stairway to Heaven and rest amongst the wings of angels. I want to see words that have never been written. I want to hear notes that have never been played. Is it too much of me to ask for a second where the silence and the night devour each other and cast their ashes across the universe.
Yesterday was today...
Today was tomorrow...
and tomorrow can float away on the breeze that has clouded my mind.
if fools rush in where angels fear to tread, then brand me a lovers fool for i know not where i go.... only that no distance is too far... no fight too hard and no heart is unworthy to feel the kiss of just one more sunrise.
I no longer walk amongst the shadows and lies, I float within the very presence of Heaven. The gods sit on their thrones as I make my way through sacred halls, constellations hang on crescent moons like art.
the Big Dipper pours out over Orion's Belt as Taurus shatters the silence that hangs like icicles from the rings of saturn.
It's a world where i belong... it's a world where just being is something that can envelope your whole being.
Take flight on the majestic wings of pegasus, release all control and feel the cosmos flow through open fingers and tangle with the moon dust in your hair.
What has brought me to this place? Where have all my thoughts run off to? Everything is a mystery, everything is known. I am riding on the upside of being down and all my dreams are somewhere in-between. I feel like I have been sucker punched by the Sandman and he is standing over me, getting ready for round two.
Has it been days since I last slept or have I been dreaming all of these things in some insomniatic blissful slumber.
I am growing cold.. I feel I am growing old and I wish for nothing more then all that I have... I wish for a hand to hold.. a heart to heal and a smile that shines for me.
Now before you go and close down this circus, before you go around and shoot out all the lights... please breathe one last breath into this withered corpse, as the battle between Heaven and Hell rages on for the rights to my soul.
Now it's time to start chasing the sunrise as it starts to bleed across the horizon. I am racing through the stars and through universes so that i can make it to your front door.
You can sleep....
I will be awake....
a cosmic rose lays softly beside you.
I have seen eternity...
I have seen the very Heavens..
I have seen the angels..
as they sleep within your eyes.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Insomnia Dream
It's all a part of history
that over years of building
you're gonna have a mystery
you're gonna have the unexplained
left hanging around
What we are is written
written in cursive letters
permanent but but not for long
because tomorrow could be better
You know my heart is a window.. a door..
something that can take no more
where has it gone when it's gone too far
slaps to the face and kisses to a scar.
Climbing stairs that lead to no where
like playing fair but pulling hair...
I think that may understand
that day by day nothings planned.
What we are is written
written in cursive letters
permanent but not for long
because tomorrow could be better.
It's all a part of history
that's fallen apart in mystery..
it's all a part that's been removed.....
it's all a part that's been removed.....
why is it that I'm the used.....
What we are is written
written in cursive letters....
left to die amongst that dream
left in the silence of the scream
that over years of building
you're gonna have a mystery
you're gonna have the unexplained
left hanging around
What we are is written
written in cursive letters
permanent but but not for long
because tomorrow could be better
You know my heart is a window.. a door..
something that can take no more
where has it gone when it's gone too far
slaps to the face and kisses to a scar.
Climbing stairs that lead to no where
like playing fair but pulling hair...
I think that may understand
that day by day nothings planned.
What we are is written
written in cursive letters
permanent but not for long
because tomorrow could be better.
It's all a part of history
that's fallen apart in mystery..
it's all a part that's been removed.....
it's all a part that's been removed.....
why is it that I'm the used.....
What we are is written
written in cursive letters....
left to die amongst that dream
left in the silence of the scream
View from a Padded Room
To be sane in an insane world
has to be one of the most craziest ideas
ever dreamt up by somebody
sitting in the corner of a rubber padded circle room
with a painted view of the outside,
drawn by someone secluded from the sunlight...
except for the lightbulb
flickering in and out of brightness
like a fading Christmas bulb upon a tree.
It's all like a rusted ferris wheel
where you hope for one more trip around the park
and if you make it, your gracious for the sparks
but despise the bolts that hold it all together.
Laugh when laughter is hollow and meaningless....
for then and only then can you find true humour.
Cry when you are strong and hold an ace up your sleeve...
be prepared for tomorrow
when there is no tomorrow in sight.
To be insane in a sane world
is only a fantasy..
for sanity...
in reality...
it's someones warped view
of mental brutality.
It has been a while since i wrote this, the page had a lot of dust on it when it resurfaced..... really no other history behind it or deep meaningful story of insight...
Later Dayz!!!
has to be one of the most craziest ideas
ever dreamt up by somebody
sitting in the corner of a rubber padded circle room
with a painted view of the outside,
drawn by someone secluded from the sunlight...
except for the lightbulb
flickering in and out of brightness
like a fading Christmas bulb upon a tree.
It's all like a rusted ferris wheel
where you hope for one more trip around the park
and if you make it, your gracious for the sparks
but despise the bolts that hold it all together.
Laugh when laughter is hollow and meaningless....
for then and only then can you find true humour.
Cry when you are strong and hold an ace up your sleeve...
be prepared for tomorrow
when there is no tomorrow in sight.
To be insane in a sane world
is only a fantasy..
for sanity...
in reality...
it's someones warped view
of mental brutality.
It has been a while since i wrote this, the page had a lot of dust on it when it resurfaced..... really no other history behind it or deep meaningful story of insight...
Later Dayz!!!
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Countdown
So, I am taking on the task that I saw my friend Cheryl Nichol take on in 2010 and that is taking and posting a picture for every day of the year. i am also trying my hand at this Blogging thing, my wife always says I should blog.. is that a good thing??? So I have 26 days to get working on mentally preparing myself for this monumental event!!!! I hope my friends and family will enjoy the pictures as much as I do hunting down the perfect picture to represent that day. Something tells me, 2011 will present me with a lot of great photo opportunities. So until Jan 1st 2011.. I may write a few more things or I may just let this blog collect dust.. we will see...
Later dayz!!!!
Terry
Later dayz!!!!
Terry
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