thedailypoem

10:54 pm: Another reason to check out The Patrick Project
Just in case you haven't switched over to my new site yet, here is a taste of what you are missing.

07:25 pm: www.thepatrickproject.tk
So, if you didn't already know, I've moved to a new site. I know, I know, I just did this a few months ago when I moved here. Sorry, but The Daily Poem wasn't really working for me. Something about the "daily-ness" really freaked me out about it. It was like I was in a committed relationship with an overly demanding partner who just kept bitching at me. "Write me a poem. Now write me another! New Music days are boring! Your layout is ugly!"

Stupid Daily Poem.

Anyways, I've moved some of the material that I am most proud of, along with other pieces I've written from previous projects, to my new site: www.thepatrickproject.tk. If you want to stay loyal to the LiveJournal format, you can add me to your friends page via patrickproject.livejournal.com.

The new site will feature... well I don't know yet. It will feature whatever the hell I feel like posting to be quite honest. Although I will be bringing Ask Pat back for at least one more episode. If you want to see what else I'll be posting, be sure to check it out.

Thanks for following me on this crazy ride. Stay in touch.

08:01 pm: Worst ever
Hey you. I missed you. What's that? You missed me too? Aw shucks, you're so sweet.

Hey, you want to play a game? Okay, cool. How about Worst Ever? You don't know how to play Worst Ever?! Here, let me show you.

Worst firefighters ever:


Get it? Awesome. Here's some more.

( More Worst Evers )

12:51 am: Give in and write something you lazy bastard
I don't wanna!
I don't wanna!
I don't wanna!
I don't wanna!
I don't wanna!

Fine!

Consider this a fucking poem!

10:50 pm: Election
These politicians are all calling out to me
Option number 1
option number 2 and
option number 3
Each swears he is less evil than the other two
but none seem able to discuss the good that they want to do
They all warn me of the future and appeal to my fear
while staring into a camera, with a smile so insincere
They speak of their values, through speeches someone else wrote
they'd promise me their first child, if it meant that they'd get my vote
They do all that they do for the power and fame
they want their faces in history books, with an underlined name
And once that power is reached, they will forget about the promises made
they will suppress us, their people, because we make them afraid
Heavy is the head that must wear the crown
let's relieve them of the burden and take our government down

07:20 pm: Ask Pat - Episode 2
Well, it looks like I'm going to be busy this weekend, so you fine folks will be given an extra bonus tonight. I'm not sure that I'll be able to post the second episode of Ask Pat before Monday which means I'm doing it tonight. So, on top of the dark poem that I wrote earlier today, you are getting Episode 2 of Ask Pat as an added bonus.

But I'm disappointed about the serious lack of questions. I'm having to resort to answering spam e-mails I'm receiving. I know that you can do better than that. Please, please send in a question for me to answer for next week's episode. Or, if you want, tell your friends about the show and have them ask their own questions. If I receive better questions, you will all receive a better show. Help me, help you. Let me be the Tom Cruise to your Cuba Gooding Jr. Savvy?

Anyfuck, enjoy.
(Be sure to watch the end.)

07:10 pm: Dark
We speak of friction
as though it were fiction
but there is one who won't follow such ways
She sleeps through the light
and only comes out at night
for nothing excites her during the days
With a tongue made of fire
and a body of barb wire
she preys on her lovers like a shark
In leather she dresses
and with it she suppresses
this mistress who calls herself "Dark"
She will enter your dreams
and course through your blood stream
penetrating your soul with a kiss
Then she'll sip on champagne
while you're suspended by chains
for only in Dark can you feel such bliss

09:31 pm: The Line
The line dividing love from hate
narrows as I stand by and watch
I jump across from side to side
playing a sick game of hopscotch.
The line dividing love from hate
is the tightrope on which I tread
Will the wind blow from the east or west?
Either way, when I land I am dead.
The line dividing love from hate
is blurry and undefined
the haze of it makes me so dizzy
will I fall forward or tumble behind?
The line dividing love from hate
is small as an atom about to be split
there will certainly be an explosion
so do I stay or do I quit?

11:39 pm: The formula for life
8=D(y)


(Who says math can't be poetic?)

03:48 pm: The Invisible Man
He walks among us;
beside us;
between us.
Shifty and slippery,
watching her every move
with an eye that sees all.
Hidden within our senses
masked beneath the daydreams of the innocent.
Like a ghost that possesses a virgin
he infiltrates her body.
Worshipped transgressions
Forgiven infidelities
The invisible man cannot be accused of immorality
Who shall object
to an affair with the air?
He does not exist.
He is not real.
But merely a fantasy
imagined by a curious young girl
who invited the supernatural to bed.

04:26 pm: Ask Pat - Episode 1
Hey all,

Sorry about the extended hiatus. As I mentioned before, I was a little bit under the weather and I was so medicated that I couldn't think straight enough to come up with any poetry. However, I'm healthy now and able to start The Daily Poem back up again. Yay!

As a penance for missing so many days, I've decided to launch the first episode of Ask Pat a day early. If you enjoy it, please invite your friends to watch and/or ask a question of their own. I will be posting a new answer next week so I need some new material. Anyways, here's Episode 1. Enjoy.

09:16 pm: I'm sick and heavily medicated today, so rather than writing a poem, I offer something for you to think about.

Why is it always the Republicans caught with their trousers down?

Think about it.

07:10 pm: Ask Pat
Due to a lack of public interest, New Music Monday has been cancelled. In its place, will be the new feature, Ask Pat

Here's how Ask Pat works: in the comment section for any of my daily posts, simply ask me a question. The question could be about absolutely anything. For example, the following questions are perfectly acceptable:

"What is your opinion on the Bush administration's policy on global warming?"

or

"Does my butt look big in these jeans?"

or

"How do you have so much time on your hands?"

I will choose one question every week and answer it on the following Monday (hopefully in the form of a short video). The idea is that, with your help, I'll be able to give you a little chuckly every Monday. So please, if there is something that you have been wondering about,
Ask Pat.

07:58 pm: The weakened state of poetry
The poem I write today
is written in beads of sweat
spoken aloud through by a raspy voice
interrupted by occasional coughing
It is absorbed from under a blanket
a appreciated between shiver spells
It is a bowl of chicken noodle soup
it is a lemon flavoured cough drop
it is a 8:00 curfew
The poem I write today
is immune only to criticism
but susceptable to all other viruses

11:51 pm: Who?
Sing like nobody is watching
dance like nobody is listening

you are being monitored
by invisible cameras
placed behind your retinas from birth
located deep within your mind
hidden inside your psyche
the lenses that distort the you you wish to be
you are more you
when you are not you
where peers and mirrors do not exist
when time was not packaged as jewelry

the blind will listen
the deaf will see

You will still be you
I'll still be...

09:12 pm: N.M.M.
Hey there my fellow poets.

Sorry about the week off but some stuff came up and I couldn't get my hands on a computer for about a week. No worries though. I've got some new stuff that just needs polishing up and should be ready by tomorrow. However, today being a Monday, I owe you some new music.

Don't be surprised if you have never heard of Lindy Vopnfjord. This Canadian artist made his performing debut at the Icelandic Festival or Gimli, Manitoba... at the age of four. Since then, Lindy has dropped his consonant-heavy last name, performed for former PM Pierre Trudeau, been signed to The Orange Record Label and toured with many great artists, including Tegan and Sara.

His latest solo album, "Suspension of Disbelief" was a solid pop-folk release that was mostly overlooked commercially, however it certainly attracted attention within the industry. After an international tour promoting the album, Lindy returned to Toronto and hooked up with Todor Kobakov to form the band Major Maker. Never heard of them? Click here to listen to the song "Rollercoaster".

He might not be famous yet, but at least he's making money.

Anyways, below is the link for Lindy's solo website. Go to the "Look/Listen" page to hear the entire Suspension of Disbelief album. My favourite tunes on the disc are "Picture of You" and "Beautifully Undone". Enjoy.

LindyMusic.com

07:23 am: Hiatus
The Daily Poem will be returning from a one week hiatus later today with lots of new material.

09:12 pm: What I learned in University
Five cups of coffee is not the equivalent of eight hours of sleep during exam time.

Cafeteria lunch trays are the greatest piece of sports equipment of all time and can be substituted for a toboggan, a frisbee, a baseball bat and a sheild in a food fight.

Though you will feel like you have accomplished something great when you are first accepted into university, after about a week you will realize that many of the people here are just as dumb as everyone else.

Alcohol makes me funnier, more interesting to women and a much better dancer...

until the next morning when it just makes me a bitter man with diarrhea.

Drywall is very fragile when intoxicated.

If you have recently had your wisdom teeth removed and are heavily medicated, perhaps you should rethink attempting to join the Century Club.

After midnight, the world is my urinal.

Mr. Noodles are not a source of essential nutrients.

If you receive a cool-sounding nickname like "Shaft" or "The Duke", this is not usually a compliment.

You will gain weight!

When visiting home, you will feel really old and remark at how different everything is.

You will look forward to the Summer break near the end of the semester.

You will look forward to getting back to school within two weeks of Summer break.

Don't expect to attend classes scheduled ridiculously early in the morning... like 1:00pm.

If you receive a survey to determine who your residence roommate will be in first year, it doesn't matter how you answer those surveys, you will likely get matched up with the rich, obnoxious Latin American exchange student.

If your professors know you by name, it is either a really good sign or a really bad sign.

The same applies if bartenders know you by name.

It will be the quickest four years of your life.

09:30 pm: MILF wine
A finely aged rosé,
full-bodied and complex
even upon the most experienced of palettes.
Hints of various fruits and berries
add layers to this intoxicating nectar.
Sweet, yet not decadent
it is supple in texture and always persistent in finish.
Beautifully packaged with distinctive label
it is recommended that this be poured on a romantic evening alone.

However it is typically chased by a Colt 45.

07:14 pm: One truth followed by a crappy, crappy poem
I could try to think of a poem today...

or I could admit that I've beeen drunk and high since 5:00pm.

I think the latter is way more poetic.

(Say whatever you want, I think that classifies as a poem.)


The drunken poem

I made a deal, I sold my soul
to sex and drugs and rock + roll
but this lifestyle will take it's toll
and is an internal fight

like a ghost she is haunting me
while my memory is taunting me
since she is no longer wanting me
our skin, no longer skin-tight

I know that she's been craving
me over her, enslaving
until she starts behaving
the pain that causes delight