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This is the archive of previous writings of the Opiated Sherpa. It's mostly poetry that dates back to 1997, back when I was a sapling of 16. And then since then... this.

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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Washboard Blues

My favourite saying of late
Is that I wanna cry.

The world has been crumbling around
The people
The state of affairs
The disbelief.

I say the words
But there's a piece of me
That would kindly accept
A tear...
Or two.

There have been more days
Than less
That I could use a reset button.

I would start it all again,
There are times where I regret

If I wanted to live with no regrets
I probably could have done more
I probably could have said more
I should have meant more.

All things weighing me down.

There's this sudden end
It's coming soon
Sooner for some
Not soon enough for others
But it's coming.

If I was to go right now
Left it all behind...
I don't want anyone to think of me
After the fact.

I don't think many will
Some might
A passing glance
Something to do
But I'll be gone
Somewhere more
To where I'm supposed to be.

Or Beyond.

I haven't quite decided
But I will.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Music For The Moment

I've been trying to find a song
To catch the idea of what I want to say
Something we can both share.

Lyrics to touch the soul
Music to bring us together
But the question remain.

I wanted to find the perfect one
The one that says everything
And I want to be sure.

Will it be too much?
Are you gonna run away when I play it?
Will you sing along if you stay?

It's going to need a moment
A moment like no other
Like the time I have you alone.

I'll rehearse the moment to myself
I want to get it right
And I'm going to need to time it perfectly.

The moments we've shared
Haven't been quite right
Yet I know the feeling is there.

The magic
As I look you into in the eyes
And I hold you right there.

Save that thought
I'd say
As I run over to the player.

I'd hit play
And the moment would envelop us
That would be it.

There you'd take a moment
Think to yourself until you're sure
It's only a few bars when you figure it out.

You'd look back at me
As if to say it was cliche
But you still love it.

We'd whisper the song together
Your arms around me
And we would begin to move with the rhythm.

I would wish for the song
For the moment
To carry on for the longest time.

An epic moment
Deserves an epic song
Which brings me to this epic thought.

I could find an easy song
Thats longer than five minutes
But is that really enough?

I could find the longest song in history
It probably doesn't have the right feel
Because I want to make this right.

I'm not very musical
Or else I would do it myself
I could write a symphony to this moment.

Alas, my dreams escape my reality
So I find something that's already done
Trying to make it come across as my own.

The whispers
The movement
The moment.

That's all that really matters
All that leads up to
Up to and including...


Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Back to Back Nights

I'm back to this
Last night didn't work
I was still awake to partially awake for hours.

How could I not think about you
And you
And me?

Where does all this time go?
Why is it wasted?
Where I am supposed to go now?

I'm going to try and sleep again
My mind makes no promises
Despite being convinced I'm getting stronger.

Last night's thought process will be a little bit different
Probably not by much
But enough that I probably won't see 2am.

I want to convince myself
That either of you shouldn't be here
One is definitely easier than the other.

I'm still reflecting
Even in the middle of this piece
It's distracting.

My heart bleeds a bit
Some for you
Mostly for me when I awake from my daydream.

My skin is breaking out in stress
My eyelid follows suit with it's twitching
Suprised my hair isn't falling out.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Weighted Ride

I'm trying to hold myself up
Against the winds of doubt
Against the weight of loneliness
I am growing weary of it all

There are times
That I want to give up
To meet a sweet release

When the seasons change
My heart always seems to stay the same

I'm doing something wrong
No one seems to want to point me in the right direction
Give me a hint
Leave me with a little more wisdom

The circle I run in
Doesn't seem to have the exit I'm looking for
It's a pretty lame ride
I hope I didn't pay too much for it.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Question Period

I rub my eyes for clarity,
but the lines are still blurred.

I drink to blend them together,
but it all comes apart later.

I try to do one to do the other,
but everything seems to get worse.

I'm damned if I do,
Damned if I don't.

What do I do?

I ask questions to know answers,
but with no reply,
comes no resolve.

Less of a position I wish I knew of,
that way,
I'd feel less sorry for myself.

Time always seem to play,
a simple game of jump-rope,
but it just seems that I can't get in.

What could I be possibly doing wrong?

Is it wrong to be me?

Is it wrong to be sincere?

How does everyone else make it seem so easy?


Monday, September 11, 2006

Feel Like Writing A Country Song

I feel like writing a country song,
But nobody has died,
Not that I know of.

The car broke down,
Who knows if there was even a girl to begin with,
It's been a intraspective evening.

I can't play the guitar,
I don't have a band,
So there's not gonna be any music.

I felt like writing a country song,
But I don't think there is enough to go on...


I hate country music.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Patience Tested

If there was ever a sense of dementia,
I'm pretty sure I've psyched myself out.

Cause and reaction will go hand in hand,
My causes make for poor reactions.

I'm probably over-reacting,
Or I was probably over-reacting yesterday.

I may have pushed too hard,
When I was doing so well standing still.

Damned if I do,
Damned if I don't.

It's never going to come on a silver platter,
So I might as well give'er a go.

What a bitch.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Only By Streetlight, Pt. 4

I want to escape this life
To get away from here
From now.

This world isn't meant for me
I don't have my own reasons to be here
I don't have a desire to follow the rules.

Get me out
I'll bring someone with me
We'll leave soon.

Only By Streetlight, Pt. 3

You know why I drink?
It's so I don't think.
I depress easy
This is my sober moment.
I might not sleep easy
I'll probably think too much.
I'll write a bit tonight
I already have.
This moment is mine
It's not lost.
It's here.
This moment fills the sheet,
Instead of the glass.

Only By Streetlight, Pt. 2

I don't have
Anything clever to say
Anything original to do.

I would just like
To have you here
And we'll see where it goes.

I haven't been
Drinking tonight
Or not thinking of you.

I could really use
You here next to me
Wanting to be here.

Only By Streetlight, Pt. 1

Fresh rain
OJ from a can
New hoodie
The front porch
Thinking of you.

A few tunes
Crisp air
Summer's ending.

I write
In very little light
I want to dance with you
The city as a backdrop
What a picture.

Friday, June 16, 2006


I wanna be me.

I want to be the stand-up guy.
I want to be the guy with principles.
I want to do the things I say I'm gonna do.
I want people to believe in me.

I wanna be me.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Forgotten Again

Forgotten again.

The time I waste waiting,
The phone that doesn't ring,
The plans they fizzle,
And something sinks inside.

I call,
No one picks up.
I expect a call,
And no one dials.

I don't know if I want too much,
Not enough.
Do I live up to expectations,
Or fall flat?

Isn't it possible,
For that small bit of courtesy?
You can't come,
You won't be able to make it.

Forgotten again .

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Unsent Text #1

Red light, green light.
To go or to stop.
Whether its bad or its good to go.
Still no or possibly yes.
It could be big or it shrinks away.
Its becoming time to find out again.

Monday, May 22, 2006

A Seat At Your Table

The time,
It passes,
It does funny things,
But it doesn't make me want you any less.

I adore you,
But I can't see you,
Until I try and forget you,
And then the cycle starts again.

I sit down and talk to you,
We chat like the best of friends,
A natural only bettered by the forest,
And I'm scared to harm it.

You told me once,
That it wasn't the right time,
I didn't want to lose the thought of you,
So I sit and wait to give me the okay.

Time in between,
Can be long and far apart,
Every time we meet,
Seems like the first time repeated.

I want to try,
Try to have a second time,
Where we don't have to catch up,
And just continue on.

I don't know if you're trying to get closer,
I don't know if you're trying to see each other,
I don't know what's goin' on,
But when I know...

When I know...
I will make you feel wanted,
Make you feel needed,
Make you feel safe.

I want to support,
Your dreams,
Your desires,
And your cares.

I want the thoughts of uncertainty,
To disappear,
To vanish,
To be cleaned away from doubt.

Monday, January 30, 2006

Not Yet

I'm trying to resist
It shouldn't really happen
I don't even know for sure.

It's a good thing
Not knowing keeps me from falling
Too far from too much.

Monday, February 21, 2005

Question: If I was to express myself, would I scare you away?

You’ve gotten me to write again
You’ve got me up thinking
about you
about what we could be
about who we are

I want to show you
what’s in my head
what’s in my heart
what’s on the piece of paper

I come on a little strong
But I have nothing
except good intentions
except patience
except a little bit of hope