sprout, rise in the am…

Posted by on July 09, 2012
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Morning rays wash over the dewy grass and weeds scattered about. A view from its perspective, not much different from ares… just a really still life, I hear plants are master mediators.

Assume your power and right to make this day better than the one before, dwell not on the what if; think what next. Momentum carries you, just like time grows the weed from the soil, and it becomes a flash in the memory of the earth; we, are not much different. Snapshot memories, all we have to be remembered with, and someday lost, and at what cost?

to reach our destiny

Posted by on July 01, 2012
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The summer air brings with it inspiration, another short poem to enjoy.

The wind blows a fresh cool breeze that brings flower scent,
her arm around me, safe from abandonment.

Walking together on this path that leads to our destiny,
snapshot memories only remain of who we both use to be.

In unison we step, each footfall in sync yet free,
Our destination may just be out of reach…
yet carry on this path we must, and prove wrong all their ill speech..

bridge to a place unknown

Posted by on June 05, 2012
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“When wondering through woods unknown, one may find a bridge to a place unknown… take that path, over the bridge; what you may find may bring you joy, or make you cringe…”

one night stand.

Posted by on September 15, 2011
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The sun was peaking through the shades covering the hotel room window, the room a mess of pizza boxes, empty beer cans and liqueur bottles. An end table by the bed held the remnants of a eight-ball that had been consumed quickly throughout the night. Steady slow breathing from my right side, a look over and the only thought I had was, “She’s blonde?”.

Crawling slowly from under the covers I look for a cigarette, find one, light it. Cigarette smoke clouds the room and the suns rays cut through it, leaving bright smoke beams. A smell… could be me, I don’t remember showering within the past two days but the smell was more pungent than body odor. I kick around some trash on the floor and uncover a dead rat, maggots having their way with the carcass. What a dump.

I turn to rustling in the bed, ‘Hey, got another smoke?”. I toss the pack onto the bed with a nod and turn to look through the window; clouds, rain, gloom. From behind me, “Hey, I thought you were a blonde…”.

I sigh. “I thought you would be gone by now…”

dawn; a new day.

Posted by on September 13, 2011
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The time is 7:15 in the morning, and I have just pretty much completed all that needs to be done for this site to function as such that it is. That is to say, it’s working fine for now.

I made this video today for one of my songs, “All the Lost”. Watch it below.[tube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xg6E2kuf8E8[/tube]