If any of you are interested, I have moved my blog over to wordpress. Why you may ask? Simply put, I need a new pallet, blogspot has served its use and its time for me to move on from it. This will be a collection of something some day but for now, I need to get away from this digital wasteland...so, check out davidkentie.wordpress.com...enjoy.
Dave
Monday, May 26, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Incognito
I'm out...I have nothing more to write. Every utterance is a digressive recapitulation of some meaningless event or point to which I can't escape. There is nothing good to digest, to express, to exonerate. I have proven once and for all that I cannot write anything beyond heartache and romance. Fear has taken me that I might never find something worth writing about again.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Across the Sea
She set me aflame with attraction. Her blood runs deep, hailing from the springs of Hibernia, where that graceful race remains. Such beauty and demeanor, ancient as the old world. Her honesty reflects what I most truly value. What I see in her, are all the things I wish to be myself. Yet I feel as though my scars are laid open to those deep eyes, those eyes that have seen the real me, those eyes that I fall for time and time again. When she walks in the room my heart trembles, and my confidence dissipates, evaporating into her soul, for there I find comfort. What provocation should move me in such conviction to write of this angel? The simple knowledge that she is there, and her fairness is illuminating.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Liberty Calling
Lately my days have consisted of sleeping in until 12p.m., spending my afternoons watching reruns of Star Trek The Next Generation, and defusing my moral ambiguities cleaning up the streets of Liberty City via Grand Theft Auto IV. You might as well call me the 40-year-old virgin...OK it's not that bad. It's been fun, but its time for me to go back to the grind. So with any luck I'll be there after two interviews on Wednesday.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Cropping Lines
The world is monochrome
Your heart is colourful
Yet it doesn't belong to me
Nor will I belong to you
Deep in that tiny space
Where my memories live
I dwell far too often
Recalling the touch I never felt
Picturing you inside my soul
Restrained by my religion
I would've lost all my mind
And given away my inhibitions
Those lines cropped that formed my desire
Begging me to break them and see beneath
The bare and the barren
Haunted by the failure of such reveal
Vivid memories entertain me
But I'm always left empty
Void of the actuality of your love
You do this every time
Replacing you is hard enough
Loving you is far to easy
I think its time I gave it up
Reveling in this fictionally vain ecstasy
Your heart is colourful
Yet it doesn't belong to me
Nor will I belong to you
Deep in that tiny space
Where my memories live
I dwell far too often
Recalling the touch I never felt
Picturing you inside my soul
Restrained by my religion
I would've lost all my mind
And given away my inhibitions
Those lines cropped that formed my desire
Begging me to break them and see beneath
The bare and the barren
Haunted by the failure of such reveal
Vivid memories entertain me
But I'm always left empty
Void of the actuality of your love
You do this every time
Replacing you is hard enough
Loving you is far to easy
I think its time I gave it up
Reveling in this fictionally vain ecstasy
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Dreams of the Atmosphere I: Return to Kirkland Lake
Every so often I have these dreams that are just so peculuar (or at least to myself), that I have to write about them.
So I found myself standing there along a side street of a forgotten town. The black sub-arctic sky loomed above me, mysterious and ethereal. The air was cold and this forgotten town became familiar to me as I looked about, it was Kirkland Lake. I had lived there for a time in my childhood, when everything was fresh and the world was my playground. I caught the exhaust of breath in the ray of a street lamp, but it was not my own. Turning to my left I found her, my companion, a friend from the present, she was curious as to this memory, almost expecting me to guide her through the town. Then we were in a car, though I don't remember ever entering it, and we left the side street. We ventured down the main street. It was a lot busier then I remembered, having a booming nightlife, even in the cold of winter. Beistros were alive with the chatter of patrons and exuberant light displays. The one-screen movie theatre was no longer, having been converted into a place called 'Jo's', nestled between other historic two-story buildings along mains street. I was dissapointed at this, for I feared the town was truly dying - despite the lively atmosphere we had just witnessed - but as we passed the last historical building, the brilliant neon pink lights of a Cineplex Odeon made me gasp. Kirkland Lake had come along way, which surprised me because I thought I remember it being a dying town. I spoke to my companion, pointing all of this out in wonder, naming the places as they came by. We passed the old mall, which seemed to have undergone a sleek modern face-lift. Nestled in a hill upon the right, I saw the Tim Horton's where my dad took me so many times for sprinkle donuts, while far above the full pale-blue moon sat dominate over the night sky. We drove on, out of what I remember was the town's boundaries. We came to a T-intersection, protected by high pine trees. Highway 11 ran south-north, we decided to go south. Yet as we turned left around the bend to take the highway, I stared amazed. The gigantic structure of a bustling mall across the road, nestled in the tall pine forest. Me and my companion decided to park. Across the road on the otherside, I realized there was a modern box-store plaza, carved out of another pine forest. This made me think that I was in the future, that the probability of this much development in a dying town over the last 15-years unlikely. My companion stood there, then she urged me to enter the mall.
It was magnificent, two-levels with wide avenues of shops opening eventually into a central Octagonal Opening. We were on the top level with tall glass ceilings, flooding artificial light into the mall, while below in the opening was a food court. We took an escalator down towards the food court, passing a large fountain. We sat at a table and that's when a former love arrived. Brown hair and dressed in casual attire, she had ripped me apart in the past, but now I felt nothing but a faint connection. The vision faded and I was left in darkness.
I have to say that the finer details of dream remain forgotten, and I always seem to have these dreams in which modified versions of urban settings take root. A certain amount of my dreams take place at night and incorporate cold air. Seemingly I can not understand why I would take my friend on a tour of the town then at some point she urges me to enter a structure. What is it about malls that has anything to do with my life? Also, why would I be confronted by someone I had a romantic feelings for, yet have there be no real interaction? All very interesting to say the least that all of this can happen in thirty seconds.
So I found myself standing there along a side street of a forgotten town. The black sub-arctic sky loomed above me, mysterious and ethereal. The air was cold and this forgotten town became familiar to me as I looked about, it was Kirkland Lake. I had lived there for a time in my childhood, when everything was fresh and the world was my playground. I caught the exhaust of breath in the ray of a street lamp, but it was not my own. Turning to my left I found her, my companion, a friend from the present, she was curious as to this memory, almost expecting me to guide her through the town. Then we were in a car, though I don't remember ever entering it, and we left the side street. We ventured down the main street. It was a lot busier then I remembered, having a booming nightlife, even in the cold of winter. Beistros were alive with the chatter of patrons and exuberant light displays. The one-screen movie theatre was no longer, having been converted into a place called 'Jo's', nestled between other historic two-story buildings along mains street. I was dissapointed at this, for I feared the town was truly dying - despite the lively atmosphere we had just witnessed - but as we passed the last historical building, the brilliant neon pink lights of a Cineplex Odeon made me gasp. Kirkland Lake had come along way, which surprised me because I thought I remember it being a dying town. I spoke to my companion, pointing all of this out in wonder, naming the places as they came by. We passed the old mall, which seemed to have undergone a sleek modern face-lift. Nestled in a hill upon the right, I saw the Tim Horton's where my dad took me so many times for sprinkle donuts, while far above the full pale-blue moon sat dominate over the night sky. We drove on, out of what I remember was the town's boundaries. We came to a T-intersection, protected by high pine trees. Highway 11 ran south-north, we decided to go south. Yet as we turned left around the bend to take the highway, I stared amazed. The gigantic structure of a bustling mall across the road, nestled in the tall pine forest. Me and my companion decided to park. Across the road on the otherside, I realized there was a modern box-store plaza, carved out of another pine forest. This made me think that I was in the future, that the probability of this much development in a dying town over the last 15-years unlikely. My companion stood there, then she urged me to enter the mall.
It was magnificent, two-levels with wide avenues of shops opening eventually into a central Octagonal Opening. We were on the top level with tall glass ceilings, flooding artificial light into the mall, while below in the opening was a food court. We took an escalator down towards the food court, passing a large fountain. We sat at a table and that's when a former love arrived. Brown hair and dressed in casual attire, she had ripped me apart in the past, but now I felt nothing but a faint connection. The vision faded and I was left in darkness.
I have to say that the finer details of dream remain forgotten, and I always seem to have these dreams in which modified versions of urban settings take root. A certain amount of my dreams take place at night and incorporate cold air. Seemingly I can not understand why I would take my friend on a tour of the town then at some point she urges me to enter a structure. What is it about malls that has anything to do with my life? Also, why would I be confronted by someone I had a romantic feelings for, yet have there be no real interaction? All very interesting to say the least that all of this can happen in thirty seconds.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
A Prayer of Abandonment
How long will push against these waves?
May I abandon this hurt and come to You as a child
Are you not my healer? My comforter? My counsellor?
How long will I struggle against the mire?
May I abandon this anger and come to You as a child
Are you not my mediator? My lawyer? My judge?
How long will I contend with injustice?
May I abandon this physical yearning and come to You as a child
Are you not my fulfillment? My desires? My friend?
How long will I sell my heart for nothing?
May I abandon the darkness that compels me and come to you as a child
Are you not my source? My wellspring? My redeemer?
How long will I love the empty vales of Terra?
May I abandon this ungratefulness and come to you as a child
Are you not my saviour? The Atoner? The Grace Bestowed?
How long will I forget the price at which I was bought?
By the grace of God, through his son Jesus Christ and by the power of the Holy Spirit
Who was, who is and is yet to come
Amen
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