Hearts and Soles |
After nine days straight at work things begin to blur a bit. Work, school, books, and dreams mash together like four flavors of gum that is pasted on the bed post at night to await the next days macer...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Feb 2010 09:59:00 GMT |
In the misty moonlight |
Blood from the stone:Writing for me has always been a way of exercising the daily demons of my continual inner-monologue. I scribble on receipts, napkins, and little scraps to appease the angst and sh...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 00:43:00 GMT |
silly child |
Once I tasted the fruit of the Gods and was able to hold the atoms of existence in the palm of my hand. with this quantum silly putty i molded my imaginary creatures into reality, holding each o...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 23:45:00 GMT |
Noon time moon |
Along this road of rag-tag rubble I stumble blind from recent ambitions. I grow weary yet inspired to follow my heart down a path that I know can hurt outside prospects. I yearn for the poetry from a ...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 01:57:00 GMT |
The green eyed bandit |
New Zealand is not Australia!:It seems at once odd and ironically justified that people continually think that NZ is part of Australia. Besides their close proximity the two worlds could not be more d...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 02:52:00 GMT |
Snowy wooden peanuts |
Through my journey peanuts have popped in everywhere, I am beginning to think we are destined for love. Peanut butter in hostels(cheap), Peanuts in bars(questionable), Peanuts roasting on iron stove(t...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 22:26:00 GMT |
A Rain Soaked Romance |
Braids of rivers run dreadlock plaits from a taniwha's stone head. His blind eyes spurt waterfalls and his chest is the sucking valley of a mudslide.Serrated mountain crests defiantly challenge t...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 01:16:00 GMT |
Skittle flavored soapbox |
A few head peanuts:
Street performers need to get some new tricks up their sleeves, it has been a couple thousand years. There is only so many times you can confound a person by juggling&nb...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 15:43:00 GMT |
Precious Bounty |
Thine treasure rests folded on sea-side scape'sCall to me the lurid truth and I shall release the cranesWhen at last the city lays forgotten I shall descend these stepped planksShoguns have squandered...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 22:45:00 GMT |
