Gen, Ed, Amy, Chris, Sherry, Jen and Sheila... |
10:33 a.m.
I just wanted write something to each of you and most important of all what I write to you is that I am grateful for each one of you being a part of my life and knowin...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 07:41:00 GMT |
tri-plex.... |
in and out
things going into my mind and then coming out at the bottom
of my cold toes
yet,
I sit here and write
today, tomorrow, a week from now
my words are there and all that I h...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 22:07:00 GMT |
could I be...can I be |
8:09 a.m. Sat 12/22/07
could I be
can
I
be
could I, can I be what you want me to be
if I was spread out on the ground like the toy Mr Potato Head's
parts are most often...how would ...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 05:30:00 GMT |
just another quote... |
Uno sólo sabe algo de lo que leen ... Uno sólo sabe algo de lo que escuchan ... Me gusta pensar que si no hago tanto yo podría encontrar en la comprensión de un tema que me interese ... Sin emb...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 13:13:00 GMT |
much like abstract in your mind and much like being creative in my mind... |
it is 8:10 a.m. and I am sitting here at my overly cluttered desk
collecting my thoughts for today
words flow in my brain tempting me to write them
out here and on paper
paper...a forev...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 05:27:00 GMT |
thoughts surrounding me filling my mind and then I write them out to allow them to drift away |
Bello Uno....
¡Le falto y qué falto soy nuestras negociaciones de la mañana! ¡Realmente, falto todas nuestras negociaciones! Falto su sonrisa, su risa y yo faltamos a esa mujer que pone un...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 22:52:00 GMT |
another old poem and another one of my paintings from back in the day...not to far though... |
'new poem...old poet'
dance with me and we will leave
our footprints behind...ink 'path-ing'
a way into a better tomorrow
for you...and, for I
i' will dance with you
and you,
y...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 22:26:00 GMT |
one of my old poems and part of my painting from back in the day... |
Blend Not...
curving around like on an old hollow
dark road and I just sit here allowing
my mind to travel
thoughts...
inconsistent, incoherent, near numb
I want to fight the battle y...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 22:18:00 GMT |
the words...a poem... |
life
words
a poem
words
make them come to life bastard
woo them with words that will make them
want to listen to more words
words from my mouth
words typed out by my hands
...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 21:35:00 GMT |
black-haze down... |
much like everything else
many things start disappearing
then suddenly
all become invisible
mind numb
heart numb
eyes burning, painful
words drain slowly off of this...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 07:00:00 GMT |
