The smells of India... |
How can I possibly begin to describe the copious odors that permeate my nasal cavity, as I walk these streets of Darjeeling? It is as hard as someone trying to imagine this unpleasant bouquet th... Posted by on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 12:19:00 GMT |
My first thoughts... |
Upon my first glimpse of Belize I encountered lush vegetation and tropical fauna. A dream come true, unless you are so close to it in your seat on the airplane that you are wondering if there is... Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 11:52:00 GMT |
Love or Acceptance? |
Is there such a thing as love? Real love? True love?
Or is it just a break in our mundane, monotonous lives? Do we just desire some sort of companionship in which we no longer have to face... Posted by on Tue, 25 Dec 2007 18:06:00 GMT |
Definition of CRAZY... |
Insanity: Continuing to do the same thing over and over while expecting different results.
ie. trying, and trying, and trying.... Posted by on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 16:35:00 GMT |
Overweight Insecurities |
Beating my head against the wall
Pounding, bleeding
Dizzying oblivion, lost in constants and variables
The mathematics of love
confound me.
Enduring the constant questioning
emotionally churning with... Posted by on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 14:14:00 GMT |
Freedive |
You came back to me last night
Cold
Contained
A diary lock; golden, tiny, precariously wrapped across your heart.
You came home to me last night
Not with delicate feathered kisses,
Melodic whispers,... Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 14:17:00 GMT |
Fairytales and Fables |
Voluntarily plummeting down the rabbit hole
Loose twigs and branches brush
Peony kissed flesh
Feet first, blindfolded and hog-tied
Ebony depths engulf
Loose leaf memories
Sweep by
Through rose color... Posted by on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 15:48:00 GMT |
huh??? |
You ever have those days where you question everything? regret somethings? And just wait for you heart to stop hurting?
And Jordache - "Gums" has gotten to me again!!&n... Posted by on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 18:52:00 GMT |
Denial...is a river in Egypt. |
A Denial
IWe have met late---it is too late to meet, O friend, not more than friend! Death's forecome shroud is tangled round my feet, And if I step or stir, I touch the end.  ... Posted by on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 16:19:00 GMT |
And so I bury my blood... |
Well, folks...
Tomorrow I bury my grandmother and with her my uncle. They were each others lives and they will again be with each other in death.
As you all well know, I am a master at running a... Posted by on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 11:34:00 GMT |