Finding Someone Special
The gray was carved in every street,
A monotone beneath my feet,
With shadows painted thick and long,
And silent birds without a song.
Then, swift as dawn breaks through the cold,
The rusted sky was spun to gold.
A sudden spark, a clearer view
Revealed a world made bright and new.
The walls of dust began to part,
To clear the vision of the heart.
What once was dim is sharp and right,
Bathed in a warm and radiant light.
Truth of name
As the night grew dark, I walked out to see the stars and planets. I noticed the stars were brighter than normal. I could identify the constellations. Space was revealing itself to me. That is when I realized my name, Cosmo.
Rare Americans
Born on a trip to the Caribbean sea,
Brothers Jared and James set the decree.
They left the ice to strike a punk chord,
Building a kingdom in a world ignored.
They were the poets of the ragged and rough,
Screaming out loud when the going gets tough,
Follow the tales of Nicky, the kid,
Buried in baggage but doing as bid.
From the Balmoral Hotel to the dark of the street,
They lay down the rhythm of fast-beating feet.
With S(kids) and the Milk man to spin the dark yarn,
They paint vivid colors where others might warn.
Animated adventures in a vibrant, wild frame,
Proving that misfits are blazing their name.
Crooked and catchy, raw to the core,
These Vancouver voices will leave you wanting more.
Answering the call on a runaway train,
Turning their struggles to musical gain.