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A couple of years ago I wrote Christmas poems for my family [Jul. 24th, 2008|10:35 pm] Hey there Chris, hows it goin? Outside now, its-a-hella-snowing, Because I don’t offer you a gift, I hope you don’t find this card rather thrift, You’re my live-in bro, man. Wasn’t that fun when we made that snowman? So instead of me getting you nothing, Why don’t you and I go see some obscure movie, At the Princess or somethin?! Yo yo Jo, don’t I inhabit such a fine fine flow? Theres snow outside, its all over the ground, No mouse in the house, not even a sound?! To find meaning in that last bit, would be hard to find But you’re my most beautifulist sis, so you won’t won’t pay pay no mind, Id like it sometime, since I got you nada, How ‘bout some fine dining with yo big oldah brotha? If the three T’s wanna join, that’s totally cool, “The more the merrier, is what I’s learnded in shhkool. Hey hey J, with your hairy hairy chin, I didn’t get you anything, not even something to put nothing in, So why don’t we, since we don’t do it much, Try and see if, when I have more than a few bucks, To get together, when the weather, doesn’t suck, And pump our fists in the air, and thrash our long long hair, Oh why cant I just say it? Oh Jamie cant you see? I want you to go to a rockin’ rock show with me! Cathy with a C, no never with a K, I often wonder how many times you get asked that in a day, But I’m sure you don’t mind, cause you’re so so kind, With you itchin in the kitchen, there is no doubt, Why would anyone even consider wanting to eat out, I’ve always enjoyed our little chats, So why don’t we make a little habit outta that!? What’s up with me rhyming? What *is* that all about? I’m sure we’ll get together soon, and figure all this out. Robert Timothy Butcher, yeah we share the same name, I looked it up one time, and *our* name means “bright fame”, I wanna rock n roll all night, and party responsibly every day, If it weren’t for you , I definitely wouldn’t be this way, You know it makes me kinda mad, some get too proud and old to even hug their Dad, What *is* up with that anyway, well this next bit’s my favourite line, Consider this rhyme a hug from me to you, any *any* time! Hey mom, gotta say, it’s been really really tough, What do you say to your mom, whom you love so very much? With the other poems behind me, I feel so reflective, I’ve been blessed with a mom, who’s been oh so protective, What I’ve learned most in life, I’ve learned it from you, Do not go gently, and simply settling won’t due, Patience and love, as well as faith and virtue, Well this poems getting deep, so why even hold back? Thanks for always having my back, from now until the end, No, not just a great mom, you’re definitely a best friend. link post comment

[Jul. 24th, 2008|06:30 pm] "...so we'll hunt him, because he can take it. Because he's not a hero. He's a silent guardian, a watchful protector..." link post comment

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[Jul. 21st, 2008|05:44 pm] "A woman's heart should be so lost in God that a man needs to seek Him in order to find her." link post comment

My first band, Crash [Jul. 9th, 2008|11:03 pm] "Nights Don't Fly" I hadn't listened to this in a long time. link post comment

My old youth pastor on Speakers Corner [Jul. 6th, 2008|01:23 pm] link post comment

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[Jul. 2nd, 2008|06:41 pm] My friend Tim and his wife Allison just gave birth to their first. A baby boy named... Robert Timothy link post comment

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Loitering at the blood bank [Jun. 27th, 2008|12:35 am] He wasn't the one who made the dirty crack about her mother and a syphilitic sailor. I should know because it was me. She thought it was him, but he didn't even know anything about it. He just stood there dumbly admiring her mediocre beauty, letting flies in his mouth. He was one of those pathetic types that musters up barely enough nerve to say peep just after the girl walks away. Which she did, in disgust I might add. It's too bad. They might have made a cute couple and had children with memorable lives; maybe find a cure for insomnia or depression. Now I'm getting depressed just thinking about it; Two rickety skiffs blindly passing. They could have kept each other afloat. Why should they spend their lives apart, warming themselves by TVs on the fritz? They're no different than any of us rats, scratching to dig up that special someone they can kill with kindness. link post comment

Behind the church [Jun. 26th, 2008|01:13 am] An old woman tells me I shouldn't spit so close to a church. She says, "Go spit over there if you really have to," pointing to an evening sun that is so swollen with blood, it might pop any second now. She says life is unbearable unless you hold one or two things sacred and that she has traveled great distances just to tell me this. She has done unspeakable things and given up the comforts of the material world with only brief hesitation. Then she draws the rope loop of her mouth a whisker's distance from my ear, whispering I am the chosen one and it is not my place to resist. Her face is hooked and dented like a salmon's. Each shoe is a beaten valise shackled to the ground by exhaustion. She tells me her work in this world has been completed. She desires only one cigarette and to be buried in a new dress near the rest of her family. "And so it shall be," I say, pulling a fire from the sky. link post comment

[Jun. 15th, 2008|12:13 pm] Hi, Rob - I was just cruising around on Google maps, took several leaps across the terrain from Cambridge and into Brantford and found that, just a couple of blocks up the road from where you began your time on Earth (where we lived before moving to Cambridge where you were born), there was a Margueretta Street! I didn't remember knowing of any place that had another Margueretta, but here it is. We lived at the corner of St Paul Ave and Dufferin Ave (#130, building right at the corner, with the letter "l" of Paul pointing at it). While I was expecting you, I walked to work on most days (and walked home, too - until I was farther along and it was easier to take the bus), along Brant Ave to the CIBC at Market and Dalhousie (in this map, look diagonally up and to the right about an inch from where "Brant's Crossing" is shown across the river - that would refer to Mohawk leader Joseph Brant, from where comes the city name,"Brantford" - i.e. fording the river). History lesson for today! For the record, you lived at: -130 St Paul Ave Apt 101, Brantford (pre-natal, at corner of Dufferin - now you also live near Dufferin) -35 Mill Creek Drive, Cambridge (a nice place for a baby to start growing up) -290 Wilmot Street, New Hamburg (corner of Wilmot and Church) -2009 Ottawa St S, Kitchener (the farmhouse) -69 Cedar St S, Kitchener -107 Thaler Ave, Kitchener -340 Morgan Ave, Kitchener -1045 Queens Bush Rd, Wellesley -then Hallam, Dovercourt and Margueretta (another coincidence - the dentist Joanna works for is Dr. Hallam) link post comment

[Jun. 14th, 2008|11:41 pm] Go write a message in the sand of what you want to say to me Ice-cream won't be long, now that I'm here with you The glistening sea runs through your hands As you float upon the sparkling sands The setting sun shines on your hair I'm walking on the salty air You are the prettiest thing on saltcoats beach Hand in hand We stare across the oceans waves Promise me we'll do this again some day The glistening sea runs through your hands As you float upon the sparkling sands The setting sun shines on your hair I'm walking on the salty air You are The Prettiest Thing on Saltcoats Beach link post comment

[Jun. 12th, 2008|12:15 am] Just because I'm losing Doesn't mean I'm lost Doesn't mean I'll stop Doesn't mean I will cross Just because I'm hurting Doesn't mean I'm hurt Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserve No better and no worse I just got lost Every river that I've tried to cross And every door I ever tried was locked And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off... You might be a big fish In a little pond Doesn't mean you've won 'Cause along may come A bigger one And you'll be lost Every river that you tried to cross Every gun you ever held went off And I'm just waiting till the firing starts And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off link post comment

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[Jun. 4th, 2008|05:26 pm] "Hand to God, I think you're my favourite storyteller in the world." -guy at work. link post comment

X-MAS 94 [Jun. 1st, 2008|01:19 pm] Got this in my change today... I wonder what Chris bought. "Librarian " link post comment

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