To write to me is to explore,From the very top to the deepest core,That part human sometimes unseen,Compiled of the many things,That show themselves in acts and words,Like kindness that is returned,So take to heart a cook am I,And thought filled are these words of mine,To approve or accept not,Is yours like mine…. simply a […]
to throw them at the wall like spaghetti to see if they’ll stick. Almost a character study in a vampire’s life, there’s nothing looking back at me when I check the mirror.
If you get hit by a car it will probably hurt, the sky is blue, and pigs don’t fly.
Have been navigating medical issues. Writing is difficult to finish at the moment. My old neighborhood liked this though. The rumble of the train, and the bellowing of its horn, would sound around the end of day, in this place that I was born. The Olympics would be all aglow as the Sun did take its […]
I only have a buck of emotional money to spend each day…
They are the frequency holders, the butterfly riders, the forever people.
The signs we put up at first are right on the edges of those places of thought, right next to the addictions, those destinies of disaster.
Those same automatics that bring about relapses because of what I describe as that other definition of H.A.L.T., as half assed lazy thinking.
Just my first attempts at painting
It is an extended loss, a wealth of the unknown, and often the inability to find closure or completion to everyday tasks.
Conflict in all its forms has been in my thoughts these last few months. Brought forth not only from the ravages of a world out of tilt, but also by the inside ones that hide amongst everyday actions and thoughts.