resentment & contentment
my hands held habitually
by both in the typical death grip
this crippling couple corrodes my capacity
to construct and carry
as this pair is permanent
when placed within my placid palms
so when i tried to hold your hand
the space there was occupied
and my skin scrapped like sandpaper
across your soft touch
there was nothing there for you to hold onto…
and my smile became less your obligation…
and the sands of contentment slowly dissolved
for a moment resentment was my champion crowned
but resolved to reside in contentment’s company
these sands also left me with my hands empty…
in an empty apartment now full of regret
pressing these appendages gently together
praying to nothing you’ll forgive and forget
moving on!
she is as pretty as a picture
but her grace is lost
through the stagnate symbolism of her smile in a frame
is she a child of the stars
stuttering Shakespearean sonnets
to the sloppy seduction of my eager ears?
is this fear a necessary obstacle
meant to obstruct the paths
that my souls need not caress?
is she honest and real?
or a mask made for marauding
to conceal her many modesty’s?
to obtain my affections
and steal my heart
or is that me?
have i perfected her in my mind
pressed pause and ignored anything
that’s outside the confines of my picture frame
grab my hand quickly like it’s slipping and there’s only one chance left to save me from the barren depths of the salty sea
explain your motivation as if with your final breath
exclaim what you have lost and we’ll regain that momentarily, laugh and then move on. we don’t replace old memories like taping over a VHS. we can relive any moment with one single motion of our timeless mind. still, we do things like in sequences repeatedly and our conversations turn heated if we don’t confess our intentions and expectations or only do so conceitedly
look through my eyes like a welcoming window. as if there was a pie on the sill chilling with a sign i marked as ‘free, in my company’. find me retired in an armchair reading by a fire. join me in this warmth and wonderful silence. walk through my barbed wire barricades like a ghost through a wall, or a person through the air. sit with me through my indestructable contentment and stare at the dancing flames as they consume the shapes of the wood producing heat, ash, and entertainment. think of how we also grow, transform to our desired forms and then burn brilliantly until we’ve used every particle and revert into the Earth
wrote this in a tim hortons while waiting for my shift to begin on friday. didn’t edit it whatsoever so it’s pretty sloppy. would like to do more like this though.
this is a thing.
playing with my best friends in my home town in a house with a bunch of people yelling my words. playing without amps is so much more fun. all profit from this one goes to future CWA tours and releases. thanks to Andrea for letting us in her place of residence.
this will be great. its going to be made into some sort of documentary about halifax music. we’re busking all day beforehand too. some of my friends have pieces in the art show. josh whynot’s awfully nice to me.
wanted to make something with the worst sound quality i possibly could.
recorded piano on a gameboy, uploaded the video to youtube.
played it back while playing bass with a distortion peddle and recorded on a gameboy. uploaded to youtube.
played it back and did vocals and recorded it on a gameboy, uploaded it to youtube. so low fi haha
attempting to use a piano
canadian; tired has 20 likes on youtube now hurray! lets celebrate with urban avenger
2010
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* i just realized this seems way more like i’m promoting andrea then making fun of her. Damn.
Canadian; tired
