photography, poetry, people watching, laughing, camping, hiking, biking, fishing, swimming, anything wilderness oriented, flyfishing, getting lost, riding the motorcycle to nowhere and everywhere and beyond. aside from all that my new quest is to meet enlightened people and to find enlightenment. ;) seek and ye shall find.Oh yeah, I'm the guy that farts in the elevator and calls out the dude next to me.. man you didn't.... ohhhh
Probably you.. if ya have the guts to get out from behind the puter' screen every now and again... ;) hint hint.. kiss me :)*** NEWSFLASH *** I'VE BEEN PUBLISHED.. MY BOOK IS CALLED, "THE BOHEMIAN SCRIBBLINGS," basically, it's a collection of my many poems, ramblings and short stories, it's about 143 pages or so.. If you'd like to, and i know ya do, you canPurchase my book online at PublishAmerica.comshould be out in stores by january.. if ya order from the above site.. just type in: Author: Nicholas Herriage. or you can type in the book title of: The Bohemian Scribblings... :)If evolution is evolving is it a revolution?
A rant from my book, "The Bohemian Scribblings,"
poem/rant, "THE MOCKINGBIRD DANCE"
THE MOCKINGBIRD DANCESON WINGS OF BRANCHESOF A FLOWER OR WEED OF SORTS, I SEE
HE SILHOUETTES A BACKDROPOF DISREGARDED CLOTHESLINESTIED TO FALLING DOWN FENCES
AND I WONDERWHAT IS IT,INSIDE THAT FLOWER
THAT HE SPENDS HIS TIME ONA QUARTER OF AN HOUR?
PASSES.AND HE AND HIS DANCESAND I WATCHING HIM AND THE FLOWER.
THE CLOUDS WEREN’T MINDINGCAUSE THE SUN WAS SHININGON DOWN THROUGH THE CLOUDY TOWERS
FROM TIME TO TIME TO TIMETHE WIND CHIMES WOULD CRY.
AND HERE I SAT LISTENINGAS IF FOR A VISIONOR A VOICE BESIDES MY OWN.
OH WHAT FALL DAYS THESE EYES HAVE SEENYET, I HAVE NO-ONE TO SHARE MY EYES WITH.
AND THE ‘YELLOW CAT’ LAYS BYEYES ‘SQUINTED’ FOR SLEEP IN THE SUNNOSE - NOW AND AGAIN SNIFFING THE BREEZE.
EARS AT THE READYMOBILE RADARS
PERHAPS HE TOOIS IN LINEAWAITING A SIGNFROM THE HEAVENS, CLOUDS AND FLOWERS.
next rant/poem...
What The Lamp Sees
The coolness of fall
is in this evenings’ slight stirring.
The Aspen leaves wiggle
in the wind,
as my skin bumps and shivers.
I think of all of those
I’ve forgotten to write to
And those friends
Who I’ve failed to keep in touch with.
All those I’ve loved
But, never heard from again.
I look at my cluttered desk
Noticing bits and pieces
And a lamp in which
To write to
And explain myself in full
He sees these things in front of me
And makes lists that never
Get looked at again
Now he notices
And takes in a sight
Of that which is in front of him
He sees business cards
Neatly tucked away - forgotten about
Except when ‘discard day’ comes
Old spice deodorant - which doesn’t work for shit
But smells nice for an hour or so
Pencils, that long to write
“Pick me, pick me†they say
Like children do.
A leather knife case
Broken hearted
He waits for his love
To come home
To feel her cold gleaming steel
Against his dry hide
Photo albums - stand never dated
Just haphazardly disorganized to fit the page
And placed carefully
In dusty time containers
The pain relief jar
Lays on his side
Perhaps he is hung over
The electric razor
Screams for electricity
The compass bent backwards
By the string
That binds him
The black and white film container
Longs for its film to return
And not to forget
The Swiss army knife
Which gets use
But the key attached to it
Opens no doors around here
Instead, the key holds onto a memory
Of a parents’ house
Always warm and inviting
And smells of food.
The hunting knife lies to himself
About recent kills.
The bills with no postage
Nor envelopes to send them far away.
Checkbooks ache and cry
In this evening’s full moon
A schedule gets a glance
From time to time
But he never remembers
The tiny print
The camera
Oh the camera
He takes pictures and loves his camera
All the while
His darkroom projector bears no evidence of functioning.
The pennies sit
Huddled in the corner
Gathering dust
The books
So many in number.
No pages turned as of lately
The empty tobacco cans
A reminder to him of cancer.
Paper clips that enjoy neither
Paper nor clipping
To anything in particular
Stamps that have no value
Just pretty to look at.
Await a departure date and flight number
Not to leave out
The trusty alarm clock
That gets to speak for thirty seconds a day
No snoozes, no singing - just
Morning fuzz - between stations.
So the sleepy sleeper
Gets no extra rest.
And keys that are held by and bonded
To the cold carabineer
Of course that’s only what the lamp sees
And what about me?
What do I see?
Nothing..
Just dizziness and
A feeling like the
Nautiousness of being
Lost for the first time.
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that 70's show, south park, simpsons, the family guy, the king of queens, mash, ER, House, med shows and comedy stuff.
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