The fool looks at the finger that points at the sky. |
Self & Sky Capture on Bicycle.I want to be soft as gold dust.I would have slipped through your fingers when you held meand blown awayjust like the words I spoke once in a windy field.Its liberating to...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 12:23:00 GMT |
nothing is nothing |
How many times can your heart be stepped on before you stop feeling? Well after tonight I know.Shit. Wow.Life isn't poetry anymore. I got nothing. For so long.... nothing.
Posted by on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 01:41:00 GMT |
Pinhole Polaroids |
Its funny how a cardboard box and one square of light sensitive papercaptured exactlyhow I felt in those 4.5 minutesHeres to following your blinking bicycle light through the nightto untold a...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 05:53:00 GMT |
"The most potent muse of all is our own inner child" |
(I apologize in advance for the randomness of my ramblings)My conclusions on the meaning of ART:*Art is simply a container for our memories; *Art and life exist in seperate worlds, its the in-between ...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 10:18:00 GMT |
it was early morning somewhere in the universe... |
doG is my co-pilotsharing bits of hercornchip universe on our travels.Together we connect a series of infinite dots,in the early morning.The sunlight hits my eyeswith force (and I'm on fire),like a co...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 19:12:00 GMT |
*** poet. |
"So the poet turns the world to glass,and shows us all things in their right series and procession."~EmersonThis was outside:And it lit up my room like this, shining through my purple curtains and mak...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 21:14:00 GMT |
tingling solar plexus |
My solar plexus is tingling, I can feel it all the way down my spine.I close my eyes and see swarms of sparkling nothing.I open them and life is art.I saw an old man wearing big blue earmuffs this mor...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 10:07:00 GMT |
Swallow the moon |
Sometimes I want to pluck the moon from the sky,swallow it like a pillwash it down with the rainwaterthat I save in jar outside my door........for moments like this. And this:words of wisdom from my m...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 19:12:00 GMT |
into THE WEST |
Remeber the click of your heels on cement; its echo through the tunnel as you walk alone through the darkness to class. A man walks by you. He stops, looks at his watch, and says, "I believe its Fri...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 18:26:00 GMT |
true COLORS |
Its amazing how one event can change your perception of someone...the memories aren't magic anymore, they are just pages in a book. And now I can put it up on my shelf.Reaffirming my faith in people: ...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 07:53:00 GMT |
