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For My Father
To my father Who held me as an infant And pushed me as an adult Who taught me how to walk Who bought me my first bicycle And my first helmet Who let me run on gravel walks Who bandaged scrapped knees Scolded me when I did wrong Praised me when I've done right Suffered through my embarrassments My many embarrassments Gave me a love of poetry Taught me a love of food Taught me a love of music Pushed me in my school Even harder when I failed Who could have been a millionaire If it wasn't for me Who could have been famous If he wasn't caring for me Who guided me into who I am And to who I might be What would you think of
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Pretention
The bar is darker than the pit where I left my comrades to their coughs The students here are warmer though; tightly wrapped up in themselves My date is waiting at the bar; this pretty bottle blonde We sit quiet in slurred discourse and watch the night unfold Drunken specters of closeted collegiates who subtly fight their pride The night is yet young, though; they could still prove themselves The academics argue with the alcoholics, the alcoholics argue into their drinks Their drinks concede, and consent to being drunk The boy on the stand stumbles over strings and yodels out the greats But there's flashes of brilliance and derivativ
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A Lack Of Action
Her green eyes and auburn locks The shape of her mouth and the way she talks Every word she says to me Is pure poetry She's got a lover, A boy of her own And my shyness consents To leave her alone Her beauty would falter If she left it with me If she knew what I know And saw what I see She'd find vanity in my words And pride in my praise My love would ruin her Like time wilts flowers in a vase Wanting but never having I'll stew in my loneliness What a hero I must be To save her with my cowardice
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Rant: Maybe It's Nicer To Be Nice
So I want to study four things: sociology, philosophy, biology and theology.  Why?  Because I've finally figured out how to phrase... some sort of question: From a purely biological viewpoint, a predator is right to defend its most recent kill, claiming the food for itself and its young.  However, this is seen in todays society as a faux pas, refusing someone because of apparent selfishness or greed.  The greed and selfishness bits we would attribute to a antagonist theological figure, or as a part of ourselves that should be controlled or expunged. At the opposite end of the spectrum, there's the man who shares everything he's got.  Societ
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Fuzzy Blue Milkshake
We corrupt ourselves with knowledge Destroying society's fabled "innocence" And we use that knowledge to transform ourselves Into liars and thieves and cynics And use it to foster those Who are so innocently ignorant That they promote the corrupt to rule
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What I Make Of Myself
I used to think of myself as a dog; Loyal, smart and quick When happy, total exuberance. When sad, crestfallen. Though right now I think of myself as a lit cigarette; Sitting on the side of an ashtray. To satisfy a need, a want And so quickly extinguished.
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Me And My Words
You know - every once in a while (Rarely, at the least) I say something either beautiful, witty or wise. And people tell me that there is poetry in that; And I wonder - do they mean in me or in my words If in me, that creates unfair expectations, I think But if they mean in my words And that I prefer, Than I can hide in them; And pretend that I, I am beautiful, witty or wise.
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Rant: Life Experience
 There are a number of things that I want.  I want a Fender FV-1 electric violin.  I want a wide-brimmed fedora.  I'd like a tall, frosty beer.  But none of those are things that I need, and that difference is one that took me a long time to learn.  My older brother has started his family, and he's been talking to my folks, saying "Why didn't you keep me in music lessons," or "Why didn't…." whatever.  He says that when his daughter is growing up, he's going to get her enrolled in this, get her to check this out…  It's not going to work. I don't think we learn the things we're told.  We don't learn it until we experience it.  I kno
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Primum Non Nocere
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Rant: Corporate Masters
Let me get this straight - I am a young, white male living on Vancouver Island.  I'm not old enough to have fought in World War I or II, I did not take part in the battles to end slavery.  I have not attended Woman's Lib or been involved with the feminist movement in the sixties.  I did not mellow out at Woodstock, or attempt to live a bohemian life style in a smoky jazz bar.  I grew up on a farm in Ontario, and moved to the small towns Parksville and Qualicum Beach on the island, and define myself the way all other teens my age do - either with a creative outlet like art or music, or through the creative talents of others. I believe Tyler D
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For My Father
To my father Who held me as an infant And pushed me as an adult Who taught me how to walk Who bought me my first bicycle And my first helmet Who let me run on gravel walks Who bandaged scrapped knees Scolded me when I did wrong Praised me when I've done right Suffered through my embarrassments My many embarrassments Gave me a love of poetry Taught me a love of food Taught me a love of music Pushed me in my school Even harder when I failed Who could have been a millionaire If it wasn't for me Who could have been famous If he wasn't caring for me Who guided me into who I am And to who I might be What would you think of
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Pretention
The bar is darker than the pit where I left my comrades to their coughs The students here are warmer though; tightly wrapped up in themselves My date is waiting at the bar; this pretty bottle blonde We sit quiet in slurred discourse and watch the night unfold Drunken specters of closeted collegiates who subtly fight their pride The night is yet young, though; they could still prove themselves The academics argue with the alcoholics, the alcoholics argue into their drinks Their drinks concede, and consent to being drunk The boy on the stand stumbles over strings and yodels out the greats But there's flashes of brilliance and derivativ
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A Lack Of Action
Her green eyes and auburn locks The shape of her mouth and the way she talks Every word she says to me Is pure poetry She's got a lover, A boy of her own And my shyness consents To leave her alone Her beauty would falter If she left it with me If she knew what I know And saw what I see She'd find vanity in my words And pride in my praise My love would ruin her Like time wilts flowers in a vase Wanting but never having I'll stew in my loneliness What a hero I must be To save her with my cowardice
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Rant: Maybe It's Nicer To Be Nice
So I want to study four things: sociology, philosophy, biology and theology.  Why?  Because I've finally figured out how to phrase... some sort of question: From a purely biological viewpoint, a predator is right to defend its most recent kill, claiming the food for itself and its young.  However, this is seen in todays society as a faux pas, refusing someone because of apparent selfishness or greed.  The greed and selfishness bits we would attribute to a antagonist theological figure, or as a part of ourselves that should be controlled or expunged. At the opposite end of the spectrum, there's the man who shares everything he's got.  Societ
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Fuzzy Blue Milkshake
We corrupt ourselves with knowledge Destroying society's fabled "innocence" And we use that knowledge to transform ourselves Into liars and thieves and cynics And use it to foster those Who are so innocently ignorant That they promote the corrupt to rule
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What I Make Of Myself
I used to think of myself as a dog; Loyal, smart and quick When happy, total exuberance. When sad, crestfallen. Though right now I think of myself as a lit cigarette; Sitting on the side of an ashtray. To satisfy a need, a want And so quickly extinguished.
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Me And My Words
You know - every once in a while (Rarely, at the least) I say something either beautiful, witty or wise. And people tell me that there is poetry in that; And I wonder - do they mean in me or in my words If in me, that creates unfair expectations, I think But if they mean in my words And that I prefer, Than I can hide in them; And pretend that I, I am beautiful, witty or wise.
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Rant: Life Experience
 There are a number of things that I want.  I want a Fender FV-1 electric violin.  I want a wide-brimmed fedora.  I'd like a tall, frosty beer.  But none of those are things that I need, and that difference is one that took me a long time to learn.  My older brother has started his family, and he's been talking to my folks, saying "Why didn't you keep me in music lessons," or "Why didn't…." whatever.  He says that when his daughter is growing up, he's going to get her enrolled in this, get her to check this out…  It's not going to work. I don't think we learn the things we're told.  We don't learn it until we experience it.  I kno
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Primum Non Nocere
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Rant: Corporate Masters
Let me get this straight - I am a young, white male living on Vancouver Island.  I'm not old enough to have fought in World War I or II, I did not take part in the battles to end slavery.  I have not attended Woman's Lib or been involved with the feminist movement in the sixties.  I did not mellow out at Woodstock, or attempt to live a bohemian life style in a smoky jazz bar.  I grew up on a farm in Ontario, and moved to the small towns Parksville and Qualicum Beach on the island, and define myself the way all other teens my age do - either with a creative outlet like art or music, or through the creative talents of others. I believe Tyler D
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This Is Me
My name is George Whelton.  I'm 21.  I'm about 6 feet tall, and I have brown hair and blue eyes.  I wear glasses - I don’t really like them.  I’ve been told I’m strong, but as far as I can tell, that’s not the case.  I’m a third kid in a family of six.   I don’t really show any serious emotion.  I don’t tell people what I feel.  I keep most things bottled up.  I can take a lot of physical and emotional abuse, but I can’t watch others do the same.  I don’t like to see others cry, and I don’t re
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Devious Journal Entry
Here's the thing, at least in terms of religion: I was born Catholic.  I was baptised and all that.  But what actually got to me was not the decades of going to church and hearing the parbles and gospels of the 'Word of the Lord,' it was childrens books. Let me sum up - I was born in Ontario, but spent most of my life on Vancouver Island.  There's a Catholic church called 'The Church of the Ascension' halfway atwixt Qualicum and Parksville.  The church has services like any other church, but it's also got childrens books by the rectory.  Because, in my mind, I'm about six years old, I read all these books, which were all religious stories.
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As Close To Weepy Drunk Post As I Get
I think a lot of my... eccentricities are constucts of my own making.  I'm not comfortable with myself.  I always think that there's something that I can change, that my tum sticks out, that I'm not saying the right thing.  I'm extremely introverted, and the people I do talk to are normally customers at my job as a clerk, so my social accuity is lacking, to say the least.  I try to be as open and honest as I can, and I try to make people happy, and sometimes I come off a bit too strong, a bit... too open. I've often contemplated talking to a psychiatrist about my... well, what I consider to be my 'social faults,' but I stop when I realize th
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What Is The Meaning Of Your Life?
Now, I'm not talking about some religious cliche or a Hitchhiker quote, but something specific to you.  I'm sitting here, drinking, smoking, listening to good music and reading a comic about a bisexual Danish crime-lord, and I'm wonderfully content.  Life is good right now.  But that's not its meaning - I don't know that.  I can't know that. But I know what I hope it is: I want to be important.  Not, like, politically or something.  I just want to be respected and admired for something I enjoy doing.  Maybe I'm a good person, maybe I become a good nurse, maybe I finish my novel.  Maybe it's only one person who loves and respects and admires
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