life

February 19, 2012

Outside the lines

You opened me like a book thumbed through the pages of boldly outlined pictures mercurially finding one you chose your weapon from boxed arsenal; a sharp one, new to the point and unused you are the 64-box of Crayola’s using all the colors of you to flesh out the person that is me the picture Read more

February 10, 2012

In step

Time it is said tritely marches on its cadence precise as any honor guard’s mostly. At times time is less a rhythmic beat more the tuning of a cheap guitar MY my my dog dog has – HAS fleas. Fleas. fleeeeas. my.dog. has. fleas. Time occasionally stumbles, marches on, always finishes the parade. Read more

February 4, 2012

Self. Centered.

I love to walk alone in the rain and snow the colder the wetter the better I hear, understand nature, myself, my perosnal nature a whole lot better character building personal challenge; to prevail against the cold, the wet, implies some sort of adversarial relationship we do not partake the colder the wetter the better Read more

January 29, 2012

But is it art?

Large, bold strokes spray painted symbols, words innocent and sinister hieroglyphs and slogans in black and blue on pulsating, animated canvas Names, times, events, places feelings and forgotten emotions weathered, all Some are ancient, indecipherable some still hurt some never did some are funny a few not at all Many names are legible, a.k.a’s various Read more

January 10, 2012

Whether banes

You’ll never know what might have been you’ll never prove what could have been to loudly proclaim what should have been is the greatest of curses self-inflicted by men Read more

December 29, 2011

Auld Lang sign here, please

Resolving, revolving promises made, kept, broken a yearly event spontaneously preordained commitments utterly devoid of promissory intent, overflowing self-mockery filling all potholes on the poorly paved road to hell Resolving, revolving nothing stays the same but the yearly promises to change though attitudes ingrained leave revelatory mandates estranged new year, old refrain Read more

December 11, 2011

most monochromatically not

I’ve never seen the world in quaint, stark black and white even as a child, vivid shades of gray were crystal clear I have always seen life for what it really is; unnamed, unruly tints and hues both opaque and austere seeing life as purely black-and-white takes a special color blindness that I did not Read more

November 11, 2011