Here is my treat to anybody that reads this today....
(they are seperate poems)
Lands to the North protrude wicked winds
oh, the radiant comfort of our fire pierces the dreams floating in the night
that surrounds us, still past midnights calling
Eternal position, we transcend
The Feeding Tree
Far beyond our inclinations sways a dead tree
Where the tree feeds on the resting... Read More
Down and smoked out again
staying awake to listen the rain
enough coffee to piss out my insides
enough thinking put my me on dangerouse slow ride to nowhere
Notes to play for no one
Ill just remain starving like zombie dead to the color blue
Maybe its true my heart beats on and off
Rubbing my eyes till they fall out
Chew... Read More
The forrest clear with whirling leaves
and there dances a nimble queen,
most beautiful as the sound surrounds
all her painting the air like notes on a stave
I could have seen her a million times
only this time there is a bird above her
making a sweet noise, the notes on a stave
This around us,
us, with me watching, will be... Read More
For some reason, for years, this is the time of year where I am most inspired. Everything comes at me like a million ghosts in flight, flying at the speed of wind. A good Ray Bradbury book, the atmosphere outside, a full moon over an Autumn tree, makes me want to make the most beautiful ideas come... Read More
8 days until Halloween and I still don't know what I am doing. But I know who I am going as...Johnny Ramone....all I have to do is find a wig and trim it to his hair style...and find a black leather jacket...probably borrow one.