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About Me

describing yourself.an exhausting task. well...i want to write. i'm trying to be more disciplined with my writing work ethic.back in the 60's one of my favorite writers (leonard cohen)would write 6 hours everyday.I'm not trying to be leonard cohen it's just that if i want to improve i believe I have to write and write and write.on a different topic-my sense of humor. I feel sometimes that a lot of it has been sucked out of me. i once wrote about being "dehydrated to humor" trying to say it was almost like water- a necessacity.why has it gone away? well i'm much more of a cerebal person now and alot of times my thoughts are so intense i lose a sense of what's light in life.sometimes..i'll say to myself "alright catch a comedy to lighten up" but so much in comedy is not only funny but makes you think. don't get me wrong i thouroghly enjoy movies like that, just sometimes i want something that just sort of pacifys me through humor.thats enough for now.if you want to check out some poems i wrote there's a link in my blog entry. just so you know the flattering words written about my writing was not self penned. it would be nausiating to me to write about myself like that.more of my writings will be in future blog entries.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

anyone.honest to god.i think theres much to gain from everyone even though sometimes they don't know they're giving anything.

My Blog

one poem-I will follow the sound of harmonicas

I will follow the sound of harmonicas I will follow the sound of harmonicas to the end of my life where the sun is finally quiet crimson and silver hover in the woods they cover me like a final ...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 19:09:00 GMT

poems posted nov.6 2007

"the clover path" mother, the path where you walked me as a baby is all overgrown now I looked at its weeds and saw the trail turn back to clover my jagged knife mind went dull the thunder only whispe...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 19:02:00 GMT

one poem-a grapevine

a grapevine I crossed the fields where nothing grew we were beneath my feet I felt your tickle the forest once danced for you I walked through it after you left the trees only stumbled and the leave...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 21:12:00 GMT

poems posted nov.2, 2007

at his bedtime lay with me child she sings as her voice trickles outa cracked window,drifts down an alley, and gently enters into a homeless man's sleepher little boy plays with her hairthinkin...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 14:29:00 GMT

poem-Goddess in mourning

transparent mourning Goddess suddenly the underside of deserts is your tangled hair in your tremor face you stand but feel like you're on your knees   you blink but feel like you're staring ...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 18:57:00 GMT

entry 4..single poem "wanna go back to the bridge"(language)

wanna go back to the bridge (language) wanna go back to the bridge dont even want to write this go back to you and me and nothingness remember talking about grits there feel like grinding everything...
Posted by on Sat, 27 May 2006 22:19:00 GMT

entry 3 (more poems)

"a chipping painted fence" my father brown eyes, never blinking a texture like peeling bark tattered, dark bags underneath the weight holding his head down a mustache of delusions he cant help but li...
Posted by on Fri, 26 May 2006 20:22:00 GMT

entry two (some poems)

trying to get some more of my writings up...heres some.. a parked car at midnight at an abandoned shopping center   that she calls outer space asleep with her head on the wheel   dried blue...
Posted by on Fri, 12 May 2006 11:42:00 GMT

entry 1

some of my poetry is published in an online library at this site http://heretics.bravehost.com/mp.html  my back hurts from playing tennis and my brain hurt while I played from thin...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Apr 2006 00:29:00 GMT