good morning... [sunday's snow melt] |
I don't know if it's the nearing of spring or just my mindset but things are looking positively brighter each day. I feel well rested and not too rushed. Even with all these new ideas in my head. I...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 08:11:00 GMT |
stumbling... |
things found when stumbling late at night... or really early in the morning:beatles philosophy...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 15:04:00 GMT |
happy birthday grandpa. |
your love carries through...
Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful faceDo You Realize - we're floating in space -Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cryDo You Realize - that e...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 07:11:00 GMT |
kanye west vs. lavar burton... |
he was lesser known [and understimated] for his dashing sense of fashion...kanye agrees...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 02:11:00 GMT |
get happy... with out the need for anyone else's approval... |
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 15:11:00 GMT |
stuff my hollows full... [we live in the land of stuff] |
material posessions, a gateway to the many dimensions of my personality...and they show that i have great taste in stuff!stuff = splendorsplendor = admirationadmiration = happinesstherefore, the mor...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 18:11:00 GMT |
intimacy at sea |
steady, we gambol up to the hilt.alighting,where partition walls division, all corridors and acloves. eye up, compelling to openwork patterns. every noble vestige buried in damask. [too contrived]huma...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 20:11:00 GMT |
searching for home [boy] |
I found it once&the wind picked it up,blew it across an ocean.Now searching and striving to find it,I feel it's overwhelming presence.I feel the very wind that stole it,blowing home's warmth,in betwee...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 20:11:00 GMT |
thank the interviewer |
prepared with credentials
you show serious interest
avoid emotional answers
I do not drink
thank the interviewer
you show no interest
I cannot ...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Jul 2006 23:11:00 GMT |
"fireworks in slow motion" |
They carry their secrets from leaf to limb through the wind,
we carry ours from pith to pen through the written word.
I silence my conscience and take a deep breath
as I make my round.
'I may be a swi...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Jul 2006 08:11:00 GMT |
