blog is back

Posted by on March 26, 2014
the night, wisdom / No Comments

If I had a formula for bypassing trouble, I would not pass it round. Trouble creates a capacity to handle it. I don’t embrace trouble; that’s as bad as treating it as an enemy. But I do say meet it as a friend, for you’ll see a lot of it and had better be on speaking terms with it.

~Oliver Wendell Holmes

compulsively creative

Posted by on February 28, 2014
journal, life, wisdom / No Comments

I have switched back to an older version (theme) of insomniak- I really love this one as it has a lot of cool features, like the mini blog in the sidebar. I really need to start writing daily again, so I hope you all enjoy my musings. As usual I will post poems, short stories, photos and images of my art- but I will also start posting short updates about my life in general. I think it is important to reflect on ones life, and what better way to do that then with the typed word and openly for otehr to read… I’d like to say I’m an open book, but thats not true- though I will try to be a transparent as possible.

Please feel free to send me questions that you may have… I give good advice believe it or not, so I am here to help you if your in a dark place as I have been in many myself: or maybe you just want to share something special that happened to you… and maybe I will share your story in one of my posts. Life is beautiful friends, live it to the fullest because you only get one shot and no misses. IO will leave you with a quote:

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

~William Shakespeare

sprout, rise in the am…

Posted by on July 09, 2012
art, photography, the day, wisdom / No Comments

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?

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…”

on a journey…

Posted by on January 29, 2012
poetry, tales, the night, wisdom / No Comments

I wrote this last night while….pondering some things. It just came out of me and onto the screen. I rather like it.

Crossing through these ethereal planes with nothing but my mind and some magic perhaps I can hitch a ride on a comet? Someone told me that should I see an otherworldly beast with giant fanged teeth to hold my ground, and let him go around. Through peaks and valleys I float on at a pace to prolong my stay In hopes I may see the beginning again, and experience the future complete.

snow flakes

Posted by on September 13, 2011
life, tales, wisdom / No Comments

Small white flakes drift down from the sky, back lit by a bright amber skyline. These flakes they touch everything, land on my skin; they don’t melt these flakes, they burn. Listening; nothing… an eerie silence and nothing else. I cough, again… and again. Blood begins to come with the coughing, as the dust settles and I finally get a clear view:  rubble, fire, chaos.

I look up and away from the pestilence, I try to see a star in the sky, but the glow is still too bright. I hold out my arms and close my eyes, pretending that these are real snow flakes, and we can make snow angles…

All is lost, at least for me. I take my last breaths remembering the good things; sadly, their aren’t that many. I think, “Look what we have done to ourselves…star dust, to star dust”.


im still awake; midnite redesign…

Posted by on September 13, 2011
insomniak, the night, wisdom / No Comments

I bet you noticed? You noticed, Right?
Yes, I redesigned the site. It will be… different now.

“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.”
Vincent Van Gogh

More to come ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for partaking, come again won’t you? Hmmm?