The Music In My Bones

It’s the twirling and the twisting

And the spin, the dip, the whirl

The flying of my feet

And the beauty in the beat

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It’s the music in my bones

And pounding in my chest

The laughter from my lips

And swinging in my hips

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It’s the smoothness of the steps

The feeling of the frolic

It’s the hand upon my waist

And the smile upon your face

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It’s the very need to dance

The knowledge of the steps

It’s being unrestrained

Exhilaration that’s unfeigned

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It’s the sweat that’s in the movement

And the feel of hand in hand

It’s the flight, the fight, the fall

The splendor of it all

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It’s the rush of being held

The rush of my own feet

It’s the beauty in the action

The following chain reaction

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It’s the tune that’s in my soul

And the steps that match

It’s the very dance that embraces

And the whirl of all the faces

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It’s the twirling and the twisting

And the spin, the dip, the whirl

The flying of my feet

And the beauty in the beat

 

Many of my closest friends know that I have a thing for guys who can two step. I love it. For somebody to be able to grab you, go through the motions, dip and spin you around till you’re dizzy, for me, it is so much fun. What more do you want that a guy who can dance? I mean, half the time I’m busy singing the country music we’re dancing to, and then laughing when they can spin me around, and around and around. I love it.

I bring this up because over the past couple weeks, I’ve been able to get out and dance – and not the clubbing type ‘dance’ either. True, down to earth, spin, dance dip, two stepping. There’s something about it that just drives me crazy in the best of ways.

I mean, I had so much fun a couple weekends ago at a uni party. A country song came on, and so me and this guy two stepped. When it turned into top 40 again, and people began grinding instead of true dancing, he only smiled, and asked if I waned to to two step again. “To this?” I asked. “It’s top 40!” He only laughed and said “We’ll make it country.” And sure enough, to the surprise and astounded looks, we two stepped. And it was great.

So that’s what that is about. Hope you all get to have a little fun this weekend, and get that freedom and fun that comes with the feeling of the dance.

Fly, Fly, Firefly

Fly, fly, you fireflies

Wrapped in your star disguise

As you flicker and glow

As wishes we throw

As kisses we blow

Fly, fly, you fireflies

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Fly, fly, you fireflies

Dance in your rush

A twinkling hush

Get me to whisper and blush

In a night so lush

Fly, fly, you fireflies

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Fly, fly, you fireflies

Light the sparkles in my eyes

Light the flame

Start the game

Whisper my name

Fly, fly you fireflies

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Fly, fly, you fireflies

This heated night

Take your flight

This place alight

A glittering kite

Fly, fly, you fireflies

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Fly, fly, you fireflies

In your star-lit disguise

Give me a final kiss

With nothing amiss

Leave me in bliss

Fly, fly, you fireflies

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Do you ever have those moments that you forever remember? Like they’ve been etched into your head and your memory for forevermore, and just a word can bring back a time, a moment, that you can recall with such vividness that it hardly seems a memory?

I remember the first time I saw a firefly. Because, here in Alberta, they’re rare to see, especially cooped up in the city. We were on the beach in Manitoba, the beach fire blazing, the stars in the sky glowing, and the water lapping at the beach. It was a calm moment, coupled with laughter and smiles from the family. Then the fireflies came out…

And we chased them and danced and sang, running up and down the beach like madmen, but in such utter joy that I’m sure we could have lit a room. And when we calmed down, we sat on the logs ’round the fire, and tried to count them, mixing up stars with fireflies.  Listening to the crackle of the flames, the smell of the beach, the white sand, the glow. 

It’s a moment that I will forever remember. It’s a memory that I can’t forget. And I love that. At the same time, I also wish I could be that carefree again. To live out this summer like that night where we chased a million fireflies, and danced like nobody was watching. I want to make sure that this summer is one I remember. Where it becomes one of those memories. And I can’t wait.

Odd Place To See

What an odd place to be

Where suddenly I see

A place for you

A place for me

With the trees holding up the sky

Where we will never die

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While you spin me in circles

A place of miracles

Like the sun that sets the fire

And burns its own desire

As it sinks into the night

Where everything is right

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And we are young

And the summer has begun

Let the shadows play

Until another day

Where an odd place to be

Holds only you and me

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Yes, it’s an odd place to be

With only you and me

This prairie daze

The twilight haze

Of a lovers field of dreams

Where we can plant our schemes

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And watch them grow in stars

No matter where we are

As they sparkle

As they shine

As you whisper, as we twine

In this grassy place

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And we are young

And the summer has begun

Let the shadows play

Until another day

Where an odd place to be

Holds only you and me

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And I want the fire

I want desire

I want everything that comes with you

Here on this prairie blue

So give me your love now

And help to show me how

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While we are young

And the summer has begun

Let the shadows play

Until another day

Where an odd place to be

Holds only you and me

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Give me another kiss

Where it’s never felt like this

Let the stars dance

Let the moon prance

And I’ll see them in your eyes

A silver blue surprise

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You are my perfect night

In my illuminated sight

Give me more, give me you

And don’t stop until we’re through

It’s a summer night

Where everything is finally right

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We are young

And the summer has begun

Let the shadows play

Until another day

Where an odd place to be

Holds only you and me

So today was the last day of High School. The last day I’ll ever walk in to go to work. To do science labs. To wander the halls aimlessly. It’s a weird feeling, and doesn’t feelquite real. I also think that that is due to the fact that diploms are on their way, and we haven’t walked the stage yet. I mean, it’s still grey and rainy here, so how can summer and high school be over? Especially when I have all this studying to do? It’s weird.

However, this poem is to celebrate this day, and the summer that is right on our doorsteps. And I can’t wait for the adventures that it will bring. 🙂

Find My Heaven, Banish My Hell

I’m ready to dance

I’m ready to sing

I’m ready to find heaven

And banish my hell

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Break free of my chains

Break free of the game

Break free of the night

And breathe in the light

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I’m going to restart my heart

I’m going to fly again

I’m going to find what makes me

And see that sunset sky

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A way from that hell

A way from my chains

A way for me to finally see

And finally become me

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I’m going to feel that fire

I’m going to feel desire

I’m going to chase the stars

And only stop for dreams

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Tonight I’m going to flare

Tonight I’m going to shine

Tonight I’m going to live and fly

And live to never die

Tonight, I’m getting my makeup done, getting my hair curled, and putting on my grad dress. Because, tonight, is the night that all the grade twelves get into their limos with friends, take pictures, and go to a banquet held in their honor. Then we dance the night away in a haze of family and friends, and, maybe, a wee bit of drinking. (Most of us are legal, after all…) We get ourselves all prettied up for one night that we hope we never forget. Because this is part of the next step in our lives, so we are told.

I’ve been to a lot of grads. Fourteen, in fact. And each one, they tell us that this is the next step in our journey of life. This is the night where we celebrate the work we have done over the past twelve years, and can enjoy it. What they always forget, is that we have to go to school the next weeks, write our finals, and then we get kicked out into the real world…

Anyways, I don’t know how I feel about today. Excited? Happy? Sad? I don’t know. It’s nice to be primped and pampered, and have half a dozen cameras going off at once at you. It’ll make you feel special, and like all this work was worth it. But we’ll see. This poem is just for tonight. A little step onto the next journey, where I’ll forge my own path in life from now on…So wish me luck for a good night!

Let’s Dance

There were hanging lights
On a summer night
A setting sun
Casting fiery shadows cross the floor

I was laughing in the corner
When I felt your stare
Turned to meet your eyes
And found myself surprised

I watched you cross the room
Golden in the sun
Parting through the crowd
With a wondering smile

My heart is beating fast
How long can. This. Last?

Let’s dance
Let’s set the room on fire
Leaving flames of desire
And ignite passion for tonight
Let it taste like wine
And let the whispers grow
So let’s burn down this place
Till there’s nothing left but me and you
Let’s. Dance.

I’m trapped in your eyes
Which are glued on mine
I can hardly breathe
Yet I hardly feel a need

Sparks are flying
And burning in my chest
There should have been a trial
For the lighting in your smile

I know you feel it too
From the wonder on your face
Perhaps we both knew
I’ve been waiting for you

My heart is beating fast
How long can. This. Last?

Let’s dance
Let’s set the room on fire
Leaving flames of desire
And ignite passion for tonight
Let it taste like wine
And let the whispers grow
So let’s burn down this place
Till there’s nothing left but me and you
Let’s. Dance.

You take my hand with a kiss
It’s never been like this
You whisper in my ear

Let’s dance
Let’s set the room on fire
Leaving flames of desire
And ignite passion for tonight
Let it taste like wine
And let the whispers grow
So let’s burn down this place
Till there’s nothing left but me and you
Let’s. Dance.

Yes, let’s dance
Let’s set the room on fire
Leaving flames of desire
And ignite passion for tonight
Let it taste like wine
And let the whispers grow
So let’s burn down this place
Till there’s nothing left but me and you
Let’s. Dance.

 

What’s love at first sight? Is it a sudden breathlessness, a sudden need, a sudden quick pulse? Is it like when your crush walks into the room, and it feels like all of the oxygen has suddenly disappeared?
While I wouldn’t know, there are certainly enough movies that explore the idea, and some people claim that they had that love at first sight feeling. Watch all the bridal shows. They’re all so sure, and many of them do claim love at first sight. But was it truly ‘love’, per say, or simply lust? How can you love somebody without knowing them? Their character, their habits, their quirks? Is that not what we fall in love with? Could it not be you are in the bar and you see a beautiful girl and suddenly, you want her? You perhaps didn’t really fall in love with her at that moment, you wanted to know her. It might just sound good when and if you do end up going out.
While I am not bashing the idea of love at first sight, and am wondering if perhaps when it does happen, is it sudden and a like a flash fire, or if it’s like a slow burning fire, slow to start with some smoke, but hot, and even when it burns to embers, it’s still able to burn?
While I don’t know what it’s like, I can guess. Perhaps it’s like when you fall in love with a place. You might not know everything about it, but you just know you love it. That’s what I tried to do in this poem.
Anyways, I wrote this on my flight from Montreal back to Calgary. What a crazy city. I really enjoyed it though. I’m a sucker for history, and enjoyed that quite a bit, though I think I would enjoy it better in the summer. The view from the plane right now though is absolutely stunning though. Not a single cloud; just the land that looks like it goes on forever. Something else to write about, perhaps? Better look out for it. 😉

Rather

I would rather stand at the edge of a valley

Than at the dark length of an alley

And laugh with the wind

As it brushes my hair

Round my grin

I would rather be on fire with desire

Than cool and cold as a liar

And know someone loves me

That I won’t be lonely

As long as they hold the key

To my heart

I want to laugh

And dance

And fly

I want to love

And chance

And cry

I want to be known

As someone who showed

Their heart from the very start

 

I would rather dance like a crazy girl

And let those patched sails unfurl

Let myself break form

And not worry about

The storm

I would rather go and dance in the rain

That be prim and constrained

To dance in a white dress

And know that I’ve truly

Been blessed

With someone I truly love

I want to live

And sigh

And bliss

I want to breathe

And kiss

And risk

I want to be known

As someone who wasn’t alone

And took the chance to love

Who wasn’t afraid

To believe in something insane

And find out that fairy tales do come true

 

I would rather stand at the edge of a valley

Than at the dark length of an alley

And laugh with the wind

As it brushes my hair

Round my grin

One of my cousins is engaged. She’s so happy, and it’s infectious to see her little smile whenever she looks down at the ring on her left hand. She’s truly happy, and it makes you wonder about one’s own love life – or lack thereof – and it reminds me of Hunter Hayes song “Everybody’s Got Somebody But Me”.

Okay, so that’s a bit melodramatic, but its been true lately. I think everybody want’s somebody in their lives to love and risk with. It’s human nature, and I am no different than anybody else in that regard. For one, I recently bought my grad dress. Wouldn’t it be lovely to have somebody who cares for me bring me a corsage, other than my parents. I think this also stems from a couple of my friends with their boyfriends, and how happy they seem to be. I just want that same happiness that they have. I can only hope that I’ll find it someday. Because I would rather laugh, and dance, kiss, and risk.

Sunshine and Rainstorms

When I wanted to feel like

My life was worth living

Tangled in the threads

Tangled in the strands

Of us

When we danced in the rain

Bare feet on the pavement

The grey rain sighing

The grey rain singing

Of us

When we both laid down

On the wet spring green grass

Telling a new day

Telling a story

Of us

When the sun shone

Trees dripping with sunlight

Highlighting a time

Highlighting a flash

Of us

When you told me you loved me

Light in your honest eyes

Showing a new truth

Showing a new life

For us.

 

 

Love poems. Sometimes cute, sometimes not so much. Though I will be the first to admit I have never been in love, I will also admit that love is not about the first sight. It is not about the ‘sex appeal’ or the ‘look’. It’s about that person. It’s about the way that they look at you. It’s the way that when you fight, how you deal with it. I have seen enough relationships fail – hem hem, Hollywood, anybody? – but I have also seen my Grandparents celebrate their fifty-first anniversary this year. I’ve seen my friend’s hearts broken, and a few relationships gone wrong, but I’ve also seen those couples whose love is reflected in the way their rings fit on their clasped hands. I’m far from the first person to run to when you need a little love advice, but I’m also far from the last.

The Dancer

She slowly pirouettes and leaps across the stage

Face glowing, eyes shining, every hair in place

Gracefully turning, spinning, swirling

Like delicate petals falling

Swaying lightly, on her toes

Prancing nimbly across the stage

Looking focused as she floats

As she skims across the floor

Circling, twirling, spiralling

Poised, soaring with life in her eyes

Feeling truly free, there, on stage

Worth the fight, worth the fatigue

A feeling impossible to describe

Then, the dance is done

She takes a bow

And unwillingly

Flows away

– This is a older poem, that I wrote for a close friend at the time – obviously, a dancer. I tried to catch her grace that shows up in her movement the moment she hits that stage – all poise and passion. She’s a pretty girl, but the moment she’s on that stage, something changes. She becomes a stunning butterfly, and for a while after she steps off, the light in her eyes is invigorating. But I understand that feeling – it’s a high after you step off the stage, knowing that you gave your all out there, leaving nothing but the heat of the lights. It’s an amazing feeling, and this dear friend captures it in great beauty. Also, quick note, it has been pointed out to me, that this poem is in the shape of a pointe shoe. Congrats to me? Enjoy.