InHer Dreams

In my dreams
I saw him
I felt his breath on me
I tried to touch
I tried so much
He turned his gaze away

Lalalalalalalalalalala

Then one day
I see him
I want his breath
on me
I want to touch
I want so much
He keeps his gaze away

Then one night
I knew him
I felt his breath on me
Then we touched
We touched so much
He turned his gaze away

Ohohohohohohohoho

To my breast
I brought him
I brought him
close to me
I let him touch
I let too much
I turn my
gaze away

In my dreams
I see him
I see him far away
I blow a kiss
I send my love
My dream now
fades this day

wowowowowowowowow

a song for the upcoming album.........

all this unrequitted love stuff .........

About Her

About her
about she
breathing blood
sinew weeps
I hold my breath as you part
netherworlds below my feet

Darkened crow
gathers strength
in the highlands
bitter sweet
Sing for Theo
on christmas eve
daddys mass, mommy weeps

Scale the sheepskin
weave soft silk
I am mourning
one less mouth
lost those kisses
and I love you's
and he sleeps
and he sleeps

To the highlands
to the tall grass
covers him
covers me
and we sleep
and we sleep
and he sleeps
and I sleep

Final footsteps to the pulpit
five and ten toes we did walk
I hold my hand out
it is cold now
Will you warm it from your source

He took the side road
to the highlands
a pint of dark ale
and his past
Vapid castles
that languish
as my love does
for him

About Her
About She
breathing blood
sinew weeps
I hold my breath
as you part
Netherworlds below my feet


January 7, 2003


Today we finished the final building touches to the sound booth in the basement, where I will sing all the pieces to the new album. The lyrics above are set to piano with very little else orchestration. This piece will be my final lament to my daddy............looks like there is one s0ng per album in honour of my father (poor guy)......this song was a breakthrough for me.

in peace
Tink

I bombed

So, yesterday evening i wrote my mid-term exam and marginally passed the test.

I've never been a good student in the past, often doing self-talk that i'm not smart enough so why bother. My study habits now definately have room for improvement in terms of learning text book material. What I do find on a positive note is that I am loving the experience of learning. I really enjoy thinking of a theme to explore, and then finding research articles to teach me about a subject........

My wonderful family tells me to rack it up to experience of being a student, and not to worry so much about the low grade........God bless them for their belief in me

I never thought I would ever get into university.........and here I am!!

It's all good

Catch Me

I'm going to look a little
harder and see if there's
more of me here

Sometimes you're looking
at me and wonder where
I've gone
I'm puzzled with my
absense too
I think it's when
the shadow comes to talk
that I'm taken away for a time
Catch me off guard
during these silent conversations
these private one on ones
that I am lost to you
for a while
You'll catch me running in my head
and finally the spinning wheel
moves on and casts its shadow
on the next soul
who takes retreat

I think it come to you
Sometimes when our ususal chatter
is quiet for a time
I think there is a little more of me here
thank God


written March 27, 1994

1999 and ICQ

1999

Where does the time
go?
Kids getting older
pearnts learning.

Where does the toys
go?
It seemed liked
yesterday I was playing
with my toys long as
there lost in my mind.

Where does the family go
breakup forever
never to be found? Where
does the time go?

Where does the time go?


Written by John Gilchrist
Age 10 1/2 yrs
in December 1999

ps........i kept the original spelling of both poems.











ICQ

Devastated
Afraid of important
messages that won't
be read.

-Disappointed
longing to have
conversations with
new and intresting
people.

-Sad.
Missing that "uno"
Sound and bieng
delighted knowing
that I have a
new message
and a new friend.


Written by Krista
Age 12 1/2 years
December 1999

J and K took my poetry book in December 1999 and they both wrote these very different poems. I think after my last entry of daddy angst I would like to highlite the amazing depth and insight that these two wonderful people have expressed at such a young age each.

In the honour of J and K

love

love you all

Stealth Dad

Stealth Dad
zoning in
avoiding his combat
by 98 degrees below
the sound barrier

We're all aware
that the radar
has been effected
and we're affected
by his inability
to lock on
Mark the Target
Bomb us all
with pity

So sad for you
that stealthing
has become
a way of life
Even sweet peas
blossoming
have no impact

When the pilot
has finally landed
and our scanning the skies
subsides
What oily residue
traces itself
around
our silouettes

Make clear the runway........
Dad...............
and goodluck

August 2000

Well he's done it again! It's been seven years since I wrote this little muse to my father, and his pathetic attempts at non-visiting when he has been on our side of the continent. This poem was written in Richmond, B.C., my dad visiting us in BC after being in Belize, Ontario and Scotland. It had been years since seeing him last. He spent approximately two hours with us and the kids, who wondered how this unknown figure in their lives could actually be my father. Well after he left from this visit out poured "Stealth Dad". I haven't seen him since because he moved to Scotland and I moved to Ontario. Turns out dad is going to visit Ontario the first week of april. I thought great and wrote him that I have lots of vacation time to use in april, they can stay at a local hotel and we can spend time together. The old man (Anglican Priest I may add) writes me back tonight saying I am mistaken with the time he will be in Ontario, and he wanted to squeeze me and his grandchildren into a two hour visit, of which I would have to drive at night into Toronto.
I wrote him back tonight and said I really thought myself and his grandchildren would have meant more to him than wedging in a two hour visit at the end of his week in Ontario. I wished him a good trip...........just when I think I can't be stung.........
my lovely son tells me I have mid-life angst, yikes!

One Day I Won't

One day I won't
find little dinosaurs anymore

One day I won't
find tiny dolls in
my socks anymore

One day there won't
be little trucks
on my toes anymore

and One day
I won't find
small killer whales
on the pavement

One day I won't find
purple dolphins
in my pockets anymore

One day
I won't find
itty bitty
little policemen
in my glove compartment
anymore

and One day
I won't fantasize
about
UFO's anymore
they'll be real

One day
I won't find
thumb sized trolls
in my oven mitts anymore

One day
I won't find Captain Kirk
frozen in the freezer
anymore

One day I won't
vacuum up
killerwhales and one day I won't find unicorns
under my pillow
anymore

One day I won't hear
B__M jokes
anymore

One day
I won't take away a blanket
to find
a killer whale head anymore

One day
I won't find Batman
in my bed anymore (sigh)

and one day I won't
find a tiny Spiderman in my pillow case
anymore (double sigh)

One Day
You will both turn around
and see me at the car
and remember our drives
here and there

Love Mom

These findings are all seperate moments over the course of four years when I would not expect anything but find a little treasure from one of my children when they were very young. The years were from 1993 - 1996

Krista loved Killerwhales, Unicorns and Dolphins, and John loved freezing male toys in glass jars filled with water (as punishment I was told), and he loved both Spiderman and Batman.

These two wonderful human beings are now 19 and 17 years old, with different passions of enjoyment but just as beautiful as when they were little tots running, playing and being children..........with me following along

Now it is me in the driver's seat (holding my breath and gripping the seat) as they drive me through town.