time by chantal kreviazuk

Time, where did you go
Why did you leave me here alone
Wait, don’t go so fast
I’m missing the moments as they pass

Now I’ve looked in the mirror
And the world’s getting clearer
So wait for me
This time

I’m down, I’m down on my knees
I’m begging for all your sympathy
But you (I’m just an illusion)
You don’t seem to care (I wish that I could)
You humble people everywhere (I don’t mean to hurt you)

Now I’ve looked in the mirror
And the world’s getting clearer
I’ll take what you give me
Please know that I’m learning
So wait for me
This time

I should’ve known better
I shouldn’t have wasted those days
And afternoons and mornings
I threw them all away

Now, this is my time
And I’m gonna make this moment mine
(I shouldn’t have wasted those days)

I’ll take what you give me
Please know that I’m learning
I’ve looked in the mirror
My world’s getting clearer
So wait for me
This time
This time

I wish I could.

i seriously can't believe these guys.

Shocking...its actually happening.

Can you believe it? Perhaps yes.

What will the world do now?
Click here to see what i mean.

road rash

Currently the clock reads 9am. so "technically" i have been here at work for 1 1/2 hours. but in reality i've only been here for 1/2 an hour. yes, i'm suppose to start at 7:30 but today i started at 8:30. its not that i slept in. in fact i was up earlier then usual today. its not that my car broke down. in fact my car is running beautifully. and its not that i quite my job (although the thought crossed my mind). here's the truth.....i left my house at 7:05am to drive to work and stood in traffic for almost 1 and a half hours. i could have slept for another 1 and a half hours!!!! i could have slept for another 1 and a half hours!?
wow. good thing i have my coffee beside me.
it is seriously, days like this that i wished i still lived in a small town. back home in coaldale people don't freak out at the first hint of different weather. but here in calgary, people have heart attacks...hernias...seizures...deathly brain farts. i don't get it, nor will i attempt to get it. but honestly, its just snow. snow is a form of precipitation...it is not a sign that the end is coming.
seriously...3 accidents in 1 block squared. 3 lanes of traffic backed up to the outskirts of calgary. 1 lane passable. more emergency lights because there are more accidents. and i'm sitting enjoying my music and heat while others are desparately attempting to change their fate of being late by frantically cutting everyone else off. why?, don't you think people should enjoy being late for work. they can sit in their cars with the heater cranked while playing their favorite music. well, at least thats the logical thing to do, you can't really change whats already happened.

oh the joys of a jam packed city.
oh the road rash of frantic drivers.
oh me...i'm happy as a peach
driving peacefully to david gray.
what good company.
as i watch gentle snowflakes
tickle little blue (if your wondering, thats my car)
you can't change whats happened
you can't fix the problem
so live with what you've got
and love it
Happy Road Rash!

ps. the picture is by my big bro Kevan Berg

Rumi says it well.

Poems speak with demolished formula and eradicated "correctness". Not only do poems speak but they reach emotions, leaving empty words jilted. Let the words move. And if you are not moved, you are lying to yourself.
Here is just that:

In your light, I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
Where no one else sees you.
But sometimes I do.
And that sight becomes this art.

~~Rumi

Have you ever attempted poetry? Have you let words float off your tongue without any regards to propriety? Its the spoken language of the heart. It is not forced and is never compared. It can never be judged or corrected or trashed. What is it. It is beauty as it speaks from the depths. It speaks in the bible of the Spirit that groans to the Father on our behalf. Sometimes I wonder if that only touches the surface.

Thoughts.

Gravity, is working against me.

There is absolutely nothing worse then hurting someone.
There is absolutely nothing worse then hurting someone close to you.
There is absoltuely nothing worse then knowing that you caused pain.

Words pierce.
Its too late to take them back.
If only they had fallen on deaf ears.
But I suppose they were still spoken.
Tears, the inevitable product of pain.

How is it that truth is so damaging.
Why do words hold such power.
We were created for relationship
and yet its relationships that rip us apart.
Are we all broken?
Are we all messed up?

I hurt a friend on friday.
I hurt my friend on friday.
I opened my mouth
And I spoke words
That drew a sword.
And here I stand
Empty handed.
What more can I say.
How do I forgive myself.

You can fix what is broken
But it is still broken.
You can wipe away your tears
But that doesn't stop them from falling.

John Mayer recently wrote appropriate words:
Hold on to what you find
Hold on to whatever will get you through
Hold on to what you find
Cuz I don't trust myself with loving you.


Take from me Fridays
And the ache in my head
Take from me Fridays
Then nothing was said

I'm Sorry..........

denver showed me

denver showed me
we almost cried
its just that funny
it hurt my side
you might just like it
and laugh along
or perhaps you'll hate it
and bust my song
but i'll be alright
and just ok
if you close the screen
and have a say
so click this line
to have a look
and understand
just why i shook
no time to bloviate*
so i'll stop here
now make your move
and do not fear......

*bloviate \BLOH-vee-ayt\, intransitive verb:To speak or write at length in a pompous or boastful manner. (dale that word is for you....meaning i know you like new words!!....i'm attempting to expand my vocab...)

cheerio!

Random Swelling

Just thought that you would like to meet another beautiful member of my family. Here he is, the one and the only Kevan. Beautiful wouldn't you agree? Unfortunately he suffers from a rare disease in which his mouth becomes enlarged at random points during the day. Usually it is when he smiles or when he talks. It is quite the spectacle when in a conversation with him. It is hard not to laugh but you must not laugh because he is very very sensitive about this issue. If you do laugh he usually hides himself in a corner and cries while rocking back and forth. But other then the mouth dilemma he is quite the charming guy. Thank goodness it hasn't deterred his lovely "special friend" Jodi. But perhaps that is because I hear she suffers from random eyeball swelling.
I suggest avoiding lengthy stares at the picture above....it may result in swelling of your own!

Trevor I miss you.