W is for Wintry Days

Wintry, blustery days…remain a stranger to the shores of southern California. We never see snow, we never see ice, we never see crystallized car windshields.

Winter everywhere else:


Winter in California:


In other words, we’re a mess after a winter storm.


This past week, our lapse back into colder temperatures of 60-something degrees Fahrenheit had us all busting out the boots and coats. Well, at least I was. In honor of this unusual bout of cold weather, I’d like to take some time to consider what winter really means.

Wintry Days
A Short Poem about Winter (Obviously)

When breezes become biting gales
In every city far and near,
Nipping every reddened ear,
Tripping every tumbling leaf –
Reddened hues are cooled in white –
Yellow mold is hid from sight –
Dancing motes of short-lived snow
Awaken from their cloud abodes
Yearning for that winter bed
Soft upon the ground

Suppose this were to happen
On a LA winter morn, –
Californian sunshine rays would sooner
Attack with eyes ablaze! –
Little flecks of snow will all be razed.



Rewriting Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen (Biblical version)

I have always really appreciated the song “Hallelujah” by Leonard Cohen, ever since I first heard it played in the movie Shrek for that one part where Shrek and Fiona get all angsty towards the end. It has a nice, nostalgic melody in a minor key that isn’t too common, I think….plus the lyrics are poetic and well-crafted.

However, I was never too ecstatic about the somewhat erotic content that overlays the Biblical language being used, and I’ve always wanted to try reprising it so that it speaks more from a true, Biblical perspective. Plus, I saw this Youtube video and it inspired me:


It’s beautiful, heartfelt, and passionate! Glory be to God! Sooooo I wanted to try writing my own version (but not singing it, nope). My version below doesn’t change the lyrics nearly as much as the guys from the video, though. I wished to adhere to the original content as much as possible while giving it a Biblical twist.

Here it is (chords included):

G                                 Em
I heard there was a secret chord
G                                 Em
That David played and it pleased the Lord
C                     D                     G         D
He sang and worshiped every midnight to Him
G                                 C                     D
Well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth,
Em                   C
The minor fall, the major lift
D                     B                     Em
The fallen king composing hallelujah
C                     Em       C         G         D         G
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne she cut your hair
but then you wept, and cried out hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Maybe I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
I used to live without you in the darkness
But I see your flag on the marble arch
Love has made its victory march
A thousand tongues proclaiming hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Well there was a time when I never knew
what’s really wrong, what’s really true
but now I’ve witnessed every secret of Him
Remember when He came to you
The Holy dove was moving too
He taught your soul to sing the hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Well, now I know of God above
And all I’ll ever need is love
a love that found, before I ever knew you
There’s never a cry you hear at night
For now my eyes have seen the light
It’s a warm and it’s a glorious hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

All credits for the original song go to Leonard Cohen, Shrek, and whoever else out there who has dibs on this wonderful song’s copyrights.

All credits for this new version technically belong to me…I guess…but feel free to go out there and strum it on a guitar or something 🙂

“Something About Delirium”

My contribution to the timeless genre of late night poetry, in which sleep-deprived students dating as far back as ancient Greek and Roman times collectively lament their woeful circumstances.

“Something About Delirium: No Edits Required”

In the midnight hours
more lights blink on
then in daylight hours…
then they keep blinking
and I must think
and keep thinking
at something more
Reach for more
of something
of anything
and sing
scratchily along
to a Youtube song
then blink
and stare again
at the cursor as it
blinks blinks blinks
“You must be strong!”
There’s more
than that, there’s more
than this, I think,
I really think
the missing link
is not some baboon
but an ice cream spoon
You must be wrong
I think you’re wrong
since every blink
blinks and blinks
brings me careening
towards the dreaded witching hours
where sticky coffee
and donuts gone sour
taste like dreamy moments
when I blink,
come awake
and stare again,
until rosy dawn
yawns awake
unnoticed by the light that blinks
on my screen
in a light white sheen
of sleep.