But For The Grace

It's empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I'll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind

So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker's land

So make your siren's call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say

Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to be

And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again


That'll Learn Ya

It's been a while since I was shifty and mysterious, and Daydream Believer has inspired me to rewrite my list of projects. But this time, I'm actually going to tell you what they are.
Sort of.

So, without further ado: 10 things I've done, and 10 things I still want to do.
There are many more on both sides, but I've done many things and have time for so many more.

(I didn't feel much like making images for them. Maybe sometime I will.)





















Yes, it's geeky. But it's also me. And they are strangely vague and yet very telling. Which is also me.

GoldMatenes, Gingerwolf



So, my grandmother died a little while ago.
I didn't see fit to report it to the internet, because... well, I didn't really think it necessary at the time. But I've had some time to think.

Everyone tells me I should be sad.
When I'm not sad, they either say:
"You shouldn't repress your feelings." or...

"You're a rock."
I suppose I am. Some things just don't faze me.

I try to support others, and make them happy, cheer them up. Because it makes me feel better as well. It's why I'm a guardian, underneath; I feel compelled to help, to protect, and I am, for want of a better word, Indestructible. This isn't to say I don't have weaknesses, but that I defend myself in different ways than most people, in some ways I can't even explain. I stare every day into my own mortality, wearing armour constructed only from the strength of my will and the words of dead men.

We all wade upstream against the inexorable low of time, praying we can hold ourselves against the current for one second longer...

And here I stand, admiring the sunlight playing off the water while those about me struggle to exist.

I just hope I can catch a few people's hands before the current pulls them away.

BUCK 65 - Roses And Bluejays

I'm a lot like my dad, I would have to say
He's been wearing a beard ever since Mom passed away
She would'a hated it
Inspiring, he likes to go to church to hear the choir sing

Roses and Bluejays, winter comes, game over
He's in the driveway removing snow with a flamethrower
Drives a hard bargain
Knows how to get the deals
Spring fever hits, he needs a new set of wheels
Every year it never fails
Roaming around in his hometown beachcombing

Roses and Bluejays, I'm a lot like my father
He knows he should go to work, but sometimes he doesn't bother
Reads books of every sort
Gets all the news he needs from the weather report
The door stays open a few days and closes
What's more important than Bluejays and Roses?

Son of a gun, and the old man is something else
In addition to being a bull-fighter and magician
He's a lazy river, Slow moving train
Future hall-of-famer, playing through the pain
He's a Grizzly Bear

And do you know one time he even saw a UFO?
My dad's favorite things are Roses and Bluejays
I would say we're the same, in more than a few ways

Full of beans and big ideas
'Cause I can't sleep
I'm not sure why he is
Wide awake and off to the races
Out of gas and lost in space

So full of beans and big ideas
'Cause I can't sleep
I'm not sure why he is
Wide awake and off to the races
Out of gas and lost in space

GoldMatenes, Gingerwolf



Now, I'm all for political upheaval. Things cannot be allowed to become stagnant. But I do agree that when something ain't broke, you don't fix it.

This shit is broke.

Fact of the matter is, if you were a shareholder in a national corporation, and you were informed that the CEO had wasted a ridiculous amount of money and was now planning to cripple your ability to do anything about it, you'd be more pissed then John Baird chained to a Pride Parade float.

This is what has happened in Canada.

Stephen Harper has tried to kill all the birds with one VERY mistimed stone.
He tried to take away federal workers' right to protest, so they couldn't legally make him look bad.
He also tried to hinder political parties' ability to collect and retain funding, because he's in power already and thus has much buxx to throw around.
In addition to this cockdickery, he wasted a 13 million dollar surplus (built by previous Liberal governments) on the war and random whims, neither of which are helping the economy.

Well, Stephen: for someone who was said to be an economic wunderkind, YOU SURE DONE F*CKED UP.

If, as a shareholder in the aforementioned corporation, you were told that from now on, half your investment return would be in 'intangible benefits', the nature of which are never explained to you. You'd be damn pissed and rightly so.

Stephen's response to the economic turmoil circling the globe like a Firefox?

...do what he always does.
1) Blame the Liberals.
2) Tell us to wait until later (in this case, January, by which time Vault 1 will have been completed.)

The upshot of all this is that there will be a very awkward Parliamentary Christmas Dinner this year, as Harper will be all alone on one side of a table that stretches a mari usque ad mare.

Yes, yes, kids, it's time to play Shadow of the Coalossus. Except Harper is having a much harder finding handholds on the beast than he expected.

Not quite. It's been done before, with a 50-50 precedent for success. And the only people who BAWWWWWED when it worked were the already useless deposed.

I suppose so... except the last election could hardly be described as democratic, as it was another involuntary massive waste of our money, and neither the vote count nor the Parliamentary organization accurately represented the 'will of the people' the Conservatives are so fond of appealing to.

'In bed with Separatists?'
Oh, Stephen. You were doing okay, up to here... the way you spit the word 'Separatists' across Commons like they're some childhood bogeyman is ridiculous. These are Canadian citizens you're so glibly abusing in your soundbites. And you're conveniently ignoring that the Bloc wouldn't really have any control, just sway. What happened to that stone cold Stephen we all knew and loved?

Really? That's all you got? I suggest you watch what you say, especially after Duceppe stood up and pointed out you tried to pull the same thing... with the dreaded SEPARATISTS, no less.

...You know what, Stephen? Parliament should be prorogued. It may just give you enough time to adopt the United States Constitution.

At this point, I think pleading the Fifth may be your only hope.

GoldMatenes, Gingerwolf


Flawless Victory

That is all.

GoldMatenes, Gingerwolf