Rusty Bones

On these feet I carry rust like tracks along a train yard in autumn bloom

As the rain pours down, these empty vessels consume my need for sleep

All the vagrants and the tramps are stowaways on a parade for the bravest meals

Barreling towards the unknown, all those souls get swept away alongside my carriage view

Flask in hand, change in pants, hat on head, workers man, can’t stand the necessities

Luggage stashed beneath the seat, small talk passes between me, my ears and window panes

Powerless and out of time, coal breathes flames and guiltless pints begin to swill my head

Hunger strikes the hour hand, she leans in and we begin to court untimely

Weakened by the fear and doubt, subtle notes are coursing through her lungs as she breathes out

And on the sill I placed my drink, while she adjusts her new confident mentality

Cigarettes and emptiness, passing glances, raindrops racing downward glass and see

My reflection skewed and stretched, under tunnels she pursues and still… yet I digress

Dotting I’s and crossing T’s, swell goodbyes and warm regards for those in time of need

For a while I find myself on a train heading to nowhere and that’s fine with me

Tonight, Tonight

For the past month I’ve been working on my directorial debut of a music video I arranged for a project’s class at SAIT. The video itself was shot entirely on my Nikon d7000 using an 18-105mm wide angle lens and a 50mm portrait lens. The song is composed and written by Brand New, an alternative rock band from Long Island, New York. The song speaks to me in a way that most songs don’t and the lyrics, although often cryptic, find a way to resonate in my head and won’t leave me anytime soon. I’ve interpreted the lyrics in my own way but the video itself touches on ideas of: lost love, misplacing and forgetting the past, starting over again and emotion in general. The video will be posted later tonight for your viewing pleasure. “This video is going to make me famous,” says Sam McPherson, lead actor and sarcastic friend. Stay tuned.

The Joyful (Miscreants)

 

Wayward, you were

Untethered and free

Homebound, was I

Captive and clean

 

Miscreants daily

Running like waves

Rushing ashore

Devouring remains

 

Onward we’ll go under our regime

Senseless and reckless, we’ll form our own team

Without a limit, we’ll bend all the rules

And teach them all how to become old news

 

Angered, you stuttered

Foolish and proud

To demand the juror

That which wasn’t allowed

 

Always mistreated

We could not protect

The innocence created

From within our heads

 

Onward we’ll go under our regime

Senseless and reckless, we’ll form our own team

Without a limit, we’ll bend all the rules

And teach them all how to become old news

 

And we’ll run carefree

Just like they taught us to be

We’ll carry our burdens and cast them to seas

We’ll run like the wind between our teeth

Smiles so big they’re mistaken for beams of light

 

Until the day that my knees give in

They’ll try to defeat us and chop off our heads

Because it’s not empty, but filled with our dreams

These ideas will flourish, we’ll make history

You Were an Orchard

 

You were an orchard, I planted my seeds

Within these moments, you grew more than me

 

I was the child who ran through the streets

Looking for answers to things left unseen

 

You were the ocean, the sand on my feet

The lighthouse that guided the boats on the sea

 

I was the child that watched from the shore

As you raised your anchor and sailed henceforth

 

Why do scattered ashes look like drawings of a former life I once had?

When I find I lose my mind, I’m in a crossfire with no time to leave

 

I was a turnstile and you were in line

Waiting and walking, you passed through my mind

 

You were the reason I gave an excuse

To leave on a whirlwind, that words would ring true

 

I was the umpire who lost all control

When you slid for home base, I never let go

 

Why do scattered ashes look like drawings of a former life I once had?

When I find I lose my mind, I’m in a crossfire with no time to leave

 

I’m sketching lines without meaning

Meeting minds without feeling

Like a thief that isn’t stealing

Or a dealer never dealing

 

Why do I rely on time when clocks keep ticking like untimely death?

‘Cause when I run out of steam, like batteries that dry, where will I go?