Bags Are Packed

My bags are packed. No turning back, oh not till next year. Next year, that is, if I dont shoot my tires out. But Im on the road, and so is my mind. Everythings left behind. Oh, down down way down South on the interstate, and some down on highway six. Everythings there, way down. And down's the only direction I got on this fucked up compass, but thats quite alright for me. Its the way Im heading anyways. Been heading that way all along, but, again, I can only embrace the feeling. The feeling? The falling feeling. Im checked out of the four-floor hotel of hell, and Im fucking off with all the prying eyes that pick ruthlessly at my soul. This four week vacation will take place, even though it shouldn't, and won't help at all. I guess Ill be there. My body will. The rest crossed the Rubicon and there's no turning back. Never liked hotels anyways. Never liked castles. Too many bloody guests.

Vital Signs Absent (Beat Poem)

I leave you comatose like diabetic ketoacidosis
Or cease your respiration like a deep vein thrombosis
Impair cerebral function like Wegener's granulomatosis
And leave you scarred like a liver with cirrhosis

In your circulatory system I am hypovolemia
I will render your body to a state of perpetual ischemia
Deleterious to your health like Streptococcal bacteremia
I rip apart your blood like Sickle Cell anemia

If you are a heart, I am ventricular fibrillation
Your throat belongs to me--I endow you with lacerations
For your code blue, there will be no defibrillation
My attacks are perpetual, like progressive demyelination

Attacking your brain like a metastasizing carcinoma
I crush your grey matter like a subdural hematoma
Then create a hole in your throat larger than a stoma
If you were solely muscle, then you are a myoma

I am the nephritis to your dialysis
Your logic is distorted--no need for psychoanalysis
For your neurodegeneration, I am the catalyst
I am the cerebral edema that your doctor has missed

Wicked Winter

A white flaky blanket coats the ground from the sky
The odd ferocious winds make the naked trees howl and cry
Night consumes the day, where children sled and play
Juxtaposed to us; they see white while we see the gray

Seasonal depression, or sight to place one's hope?
Playfully bolstering bliss, or a scornfully steep slope?
To love the times where the rose wilts, or to instigate hate
Winter's kindness for some, others will never appreciate

Hypothermic and hollow, a homeless man wallows
While the rich bask in warmth, while renowned wine they swallow
Indeed insightful for us to see both places
Winters starting gun rings out, starting trouble races

So shelter the souls who seek to evade the cold
But never lacking is trust, for some are deceitful and bold
To lessen the season's chill, for it's wrath can kill
And fear not for warmth, the promise of summer resonates still

Got 'em back. How long will this last?

Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed
Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me
But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do
And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you

[chorus]
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back my bullets

Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town
And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around
But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you
And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues

[chorus]
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Oh, put 'em back... where they belong

Been up and down since I turned seventeen
Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream
But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday
Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way

[chorus]
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Oh put 'em back where they belong
Gimme back my bullets

On This Uphill Journey

On this uphill journey I vicariously pursuade
I'm a fuel-less car whose quickness cannot fade
Doubt permeates and encumbers my decisions and thoughts
A perpetual bombardment of a mind in a knot
Yet still my ambition I will not dissuade

I subtly slip from your eyes to the shade
This abhorrent reality I attempt to evade
Yet this insipid insanity is all I have got
On this uphill journey

And soon the reality I will have made
Will embody the felicity I would once pursuade
Benevolence and bliss, my time will have bought
My mind will untie as I unravel life's plot
And so my ambition will never fade
On this uphill journey

It's Fun To Malign Anne Coulter

Anne Coulter had neglected to study
Her thoughts were all mangled and muddy
With a coat full of fur
Touting animal murder
She returned from a walk very bloody

Oh, Steven

Once lived a man surnamed Harper
He lived to make good days darker
With a perpetual frown
He would not speak a sound
If only Canadians were sharper

A Conservative Calamity

The conservative players have won
Our country's head's held to a gun
So the trigger they squeeze
They'll do whatever they please
Just look what our voters have done

Ode To Boomerang

This poem is dedicated to my black and white canine, Boomerang. My family got her when she was one year old, and, on the day of her arrival, my brother, mother, and I took her for a walk. Either Nik or I was holding the leash--I am too young to remember--when a big dog came running after her. The leash was dropped, and the dog went running. We feared we had lost her on her first day. However, when we arrived back home, she was awaiting us by my father's side. We henceforth decided to name her Boomerang. She is now thirteen years old, still strong and very much alive, and continues to serve as a lighthouse when I am lost at sea.

While her colours oscillate from dark to light
This beauty is not solely black and white
More devout than any man is capable of

From wandering in forests, filled with unfleeting joy
To dissuading devils and villains from breaking in the door
She is ever faithful--at peace and at war

My adoring companion contradicts not my words
She listens intently when I cannot be heard
An infallible antithetic to life's poisons and perils

While our first meeting resonated your refusal to part
The succeeding years formed an unstoppable bond
I will remember you always, with the unconditional love of my heart

Re: City looks into taxi accessability

    The proposal to require 20% of taxis to be accessible for those with disabilities is a very appropriate reaction to the absence of licensed, fully accessible taxis. The notion that services to the handicapped individuals can be limited and regarded complacently is one that is foolish and has long since been abolished, and we must reinforce the equality that the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms endows upon us. To maintain equality, these services should not be limited, and furthermore, should not require additional fees.

    The mandatory sanction to upgrade all licensed taxis in Hamilton, however, may not be the optimal solution. This requirement would cast many cabbies into financial dilemmas, limiting the number of operable taxis, and diminishing taxi services in general. These drivers are already facing elevating gas prices, deleterious to their finances. Should city council mandate a law proclaiming all taxis become accessible, they should consider investing themselves, so as to lighten the load on the cabbie's wallet, and consequently hasten the proposed changes.

    With the vast quantity of cabbies in Hamilton, modifications to some vehicles could benefit some drivers. With accessibility comes a broader range of potential clients, and leaves these drivers with more opportunities to generate income. Additionally, the number of taxis required to possess accessibility features should cater to the demand, so as to accommodate those with special needs while limiting the excess spending required for drivers to accrue such features.

    City council must come to a decision that favours both taxi drivers and those with disabilities, and should look further into the financial effects of their proposition. We need to find a middle ground.

The Hamilton Spectator: City looksinto taxi accessability

Re: Celebs react to Osama's Death

With the extremely shocking news of the assasination of Osama bin Laden, and with the Western world celebrating a victory over a powerful Saudi-born figurehead of terrorism, it seems crucial to extol the perspectives of numerous celebrities.

Although deviating from important details, such as the actions sanctioned to procure Osama's death and that which had occured to the corpse, their highly educated insight on the issue is surely superior to those of government officials--the senator of defense for example.

This article is merely a manifestation of a complimation of Twitter responses, touting the opinions of celebrities and lacking crucial factual information. To accrue statements of stars (really, petty blog posts, tweets) from the internet solely to republicize them seems to be more of a boon to celebrity popularity than a newsworthy article, and instills a sense that we require celebrities to formulate opinions of our own. This piece neither entertains, nor informs.


The Toronto Sun: Celebs react to Osama's Death