poetry, nature, mysticism, music, hiking, women, volunteering, existentialism, etc. the truth is out there.
someone with something intelligent to say. drop me a line.
a variety. i can listen to death and black metal and switch gears to something progressive like porcupine tree or dream theater and then listen to jazz and then something experimental like mike patton or anything ambient. classical music is really good, too. over the past ten years, my preference has always been extreme music.
reservoir dogs, bad lieutenant, mean streets, the machinist, the outfit, thief, straight time, the driver, infernal affairs, the assassination of richard nixon, leo, the usual suspects, the funeral, fingers, the killers, lost highway, heat, manhunter, the killer elite, cross of iron, bring me the head of alfredo garcia, pollock, the insider, the thin red line, eraserhead, one flew over the cuckoo's nest, seven samurai, yojimbo, husbands, the killing of a chinese bookie, faces, under suspicion, kiss the girls, mikey and nicky, fulltime killer, for a few dollars more, hostage, hard-boiled, the killer, the passenger, withnail and i, the scalphunters, opening night, henry v, braveheart, oldboy, judgment night, the longest day, the parallax view
WOUNDI.Forget today.I've already fallen.Far away from light.Cold in these depths of dark.No stars go through a mourning horizon.Sleep covering me.Ashes of the sun linger.Tomorrow knows nothing.II.Imperial Wrath.When time melted with the birth of jasmine.Hours of sunlight fell asleep and left.Which dimension leads back to you ?III.Jewels showered the morning sky.Purple and bronze majesties.The dance of autumnal leaves and aether with a summer gale.Through fields and forests in search of truth.IV.With which enigma do you belong ?For years I've pondered the beauty you stream forth.Sleepless nights attempting to unlock the domain to your awareness.Days, too often, wondering if anything can remain true.Recalling that your words could be a poisonous bliss.Nearly forgetting, in oblivion's outpost, that your seemingly placid gestures slay one and all.V.Lull me to sleep when all of heaven is tumultuous and distraught.With dreams, I pursue hidden marvels and grandiose feats that no words can describe.With waking words, you tend to grow anxious and distant from utopian shores.No longer explore the futile lands of this maddening reality.Steal a moment in an opalescent chamber.Enter the forest of Elysium.VI.You resemble a spring day.I've noticed this during the hours and months that fly beyond.A gentle breeze brings me closer to you even when I try to ignore.The simple sunsets and happy flowers are so much more surreal when I breathe your innocence.Even if I grabbed the golden wings of a phoenix to escape, your beauty would still find me and lead onward to one destiny.VII.Summer may leave but don't break.At the skyline, sun and moon converge.Twilight and dawn could be one and the same.Gold and orchid skim the ocean waves.Lost no longer but all the more exhausted.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, The Art of Living (by Epictetus), The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, Lords of Chaos, Johnny Got His Gun
Edgar Allan Poe, John Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lord Byron, George Sterling, The Three Stooges, Laurel and Hardy, Washington Irving, Apollonius of Tyana, Clark Ashton Smith, Ambrose Bierce