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About Me

...---:::---...SENTIMENT AND HONESTY...---:::---...
From a letter. Written on April 8th, 2008.
"...At special moments, such as these, I turn my head and words away from woes and worries and focus upon the person or things that are around me. Like nature in its purity, there is something about focusing upon these things, which offers respite and calm. My heart, stomach, and mind; my eyes, ears, and intuition, most times can highlight the most subtle of beauties and accent the slightest of sounds. And at times like these, I know happiness, but as I just recently read: Total happiness is something close to sadness. Thus, I turn my head once again away, not to descend into sentimental tears, and I see who I'm with and what I am doing. In this case (walking with you), I can do something very special, which keeps my heart from aching, my stomach from churning, and mind from spinning with all the myriad things about, and offers another avenue; that is i can give, I can "open up" to another human being. So many years, I've held back; "played with the waves", as I once said, but actually never jumping in. And in doing so I think I deprived myself of something which you have a multitude of: real love for another person(s); that which is connected with not only sensibility but understanding, compassion, and empathy. I've been locked up to long, finding but for a few minor expressions in the written word. And this is why something within me spurred on the writing, because so long as it "helped" it was healthy. But I too am a layman of sorts, and not only an artist, so I must also find my gift, in everyday interaction. To be a simple postman of "care" packages. And I understanding this right now, brings happiness and love to my heart."

My Blog

THE ENGLISH MARKET - Complete

s E556 x 44 o =000 d 7:00 am...I couldn't sleep last night; and when the door slammed again, this morning, I couldn't win myself over to the idea of falling back into the sheepish struggle. Sh...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 03:04:00 GMT

Abortion

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Posted by on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 23:48:00 GMT

Titleless Fragment

.. --> @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> We have baskets to find cut flowers destined to wilt into deformed desire sickened by beauty tore them...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 16:57:00 GMT

Poem - Somewhere in the Western World

Carl Spitzweg...Der arme Poet...1839Somewhere in the Western World a man sits alone in his room. Dot com. Invite. Add. Logout. Bed peace. Bookworm. Glowing in a California pipe Afghani hashish. ...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Sep 2008 12:42:00 GMT

Poem: Entrada! (with Drawing by D.W-B.)

Drawing: Daniel Williams-Baumgart Entrada ...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 19:52:00 GMT

Poem: One Year Later

Fear hypochondria flying water death recall I remember I triggers friendship Eros writing mortality earthly living tobacco philosophies one moment though gone wait was fa...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 19:47:00 GMT

Poem:Trumpet - Castle - Arcadian

I. The smell gone the taste gone the image develops the music plays again the fabled trumpets outside castle wall fabled wall II. Making love to you the serene water the rondo of fire the billowi...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 19:37:00 GMT

Leo’s Imagination: A dialog between a Modern Man and Woman.

(Bedroom: A man and a woman, lay in a bed, at the foot of which stands a medium sized television. The chatter and glow of it slashes onto themin rapid blue, green, and red waves)(Leonard is see...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 18:41:00 GMT

A Fragment: NIGHTSHADE -- Tome

Tome An organism perishes, a culture vanishes Fading paintings, deteriorating pyramids A torn page in the lost book Iron buckle, leather bound The tome is the result of those past lives which re...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 04:33:00 GMT

A Fragment: NIGHTSHADE -- Dear Lady Beloved

Dear lady beloved, I renounce my reverie for you. Years ago, when we were friends, I lingered in an unending projection of possibilities and emends. It certainly lent color to illusion ...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 04:18:00 GMT