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Thursday, October 12, 2006

Execution, Corrupting, Youth

The fell cast of youth...

Breath of death
And tenseness yet

I hear a thug in innocent’s breast
A sad and frightening tune
Of Snoop and those soon
Was life as this?

OK Ray,
Speak up
Sp fo;;ed with

Murder
And
Thus

Your mother’s trek through
Crack death

A mirror
Fondled, deftly
In death

Follow, Follow

The cracked Yellow road

Until, the slippers
Slip the fingers
Upon the white endless road

A trailor’ed trek
Branded so

Ink and needles

Pin and prick

A forever slog through

An inhumanity foils.

The Sum of Nothing

Pully-Come
Pull-Ye
Sum
Like a dense substance,
Hovering in power
A full throttle
Hours of verbal
Soured
Scour
In light of the din midst
A seldom and sustained
Flower
Of hours
Gone sour
Wrinkled brows of hate
Your blood but a stake
Words you hope
In tense
Grow flowers
Flower child
Hopeful
In your dense midst
Mist-full plume
Angered brow
How dense the sour

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Well, for all those,
Wait a minute...
That's presumptuous...
Like there is an "all those"
Ok, so Blogger offered a new and improved experience,
Which made me wipe out my page....
So now, I have to re-work the whole thing.
That's between 6 classes at school,
Bookkeeping for various business',
Transferring titles
EBay picture taking, ad writing and selling of cars for different entities
and too many other things to name.
So, I'm going to be without the frills for a bit.
EXCUSE THE MESS!!!

Friday, October 06, 2006

Timing Can Be Everything

October 6, 2006
Where You Need To Be
Timing Can Be Everything

Since human timetables quite often do not correspond with universal timetables,

it's common for people to feel that life is progressing too slowly or too quickly.

We draft carefully composed plans only to find that they fall into place when we least expect.

Or, conversely,

we are thrust into roles we believe we are not prepared for

and wonder how we will survive the demands imposed upon us by unfamiliar circumstances.

When delays in our progress kindle pangs of disappointment within us

or the pace of life seems overwhelming,

peace can be found in the simple fact that we are exactly where we need to be at this moment.

Every person fulfills their purpose when the time is right.

If you have fast-tracked to success,

you may become deeply frustrated if you discover you can no longer satisfy your desires

as quickly as you might like.

Yet the delays that disappoint you may be laying the foundation for future accomplishments

that you have not yet conceived.

Or the universe may have plans for you

that differ from the worldly aspirations you have pursued up until this point.

What you deem a postponement of progress

may actually represent an auspicious opportunity to prepare for what is yet to come.

If, however, you feel as though the universe is pushing you forward at too fast a clip,

you may be unwittingly resisting your destiny.

Your unease regarding the speed of your progress

could be a sign that you need to cultivate awareness within yourself

and learn to move with the flow of fate rather than against it.

The universe puts nothing in your path that you are incapable of handling,

so you can rest assured that you are ready to grow into your new situation.

You may feel compelled to judge your personal success using your age,

your professional position,

your level of education,

or the accomplishments of your peers as a yardstick.

Yet we all enjoy the major milestones in our lives at the appropriate time-

some realize their dreams as youngsters

while others flourish only in old age.

If you take pride in your many accomplishments

and make the most of every circumstance in which you find yourself,

your time will come.

Daily OM
http://www.dailyom.com/

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Invitation to the Mud Pile

In the south, the rain comes
Like breakfast’s call
And the grown-ups frown is our joy,
Mud-pies
Mud-piles
The glee upon our darkened faces,
Cannot compete with our childish hearts.
The gathering of friends
Both true and not
Is beyond the adult functions
Of whither
And not
Our happy faces
Bequeathed to none
Simple grace
Without the sun
I gather dirt within my hand
As others
Follow with swallowed land
Giggles are the gift come nigh
Swallowed gulps of freedom
Lie
I sit inside this puddle of mud
Remembering the past
Both
Yea and Nae
Alone with mud piles
Sunk alone
Remembering pasts
With struggling horn
Come hither friends
Enjoy the mud
Squish between your toes
Press upon
Throw it out
Oh.
I forgot
We’re all grown up.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

"To everything there is a season..."

I'll start out by saying that I spent a tremendous amount of time on this.
I have a hard time doing "funny".
Maybe because I am a serious person,
or that I am troubled by the world we live in.
I chose the idiom "To everything there is a season..."
It is both a direct quote from the bible

To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.
______________________________________________________________________________________and a famous song.

To every thing,
turn, turn, turn
There is a season,
turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
under heaven
A time to be born,
a time to die
A time to plant,
a time to reap
A time to kill,
a time to heal
A time to laugh,
a time to weep

To everything,
turn, turn, turn
There is a season,
turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
under heaven

A time to build up,
a time to break down
A time to dance,
a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To everything,
turn, turn, turn
There is a season,
turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
under heaven

A time of love,
a time of hate
A time of war,
a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything,
turn, turn, turn
There is a season,
turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
under heaven

A time to gain,
a time to lose
A time to rend,
a time to sew
A time to love,
a time to hate
A time for peace,
I swear it's not too late

While working on this I tried to show the good and the bad,
starting with a calendar background
and then an image taken by my brother on an airplane,
so that the backdrop was of the heavens.
Each segment is representing the astrological sign for the month,
the seasonal weather
and a good/bad caste.
Because so many layers were involved,
the end result is somewhat disappointing.
I had to reduce so much that I feel my message seems lost.
Still it was a very rewarding experience
that I will use for painting concepts.
This idiom project helped me to find the beauty
in the overwhelming ugliness
that pounds us through the media.

Idiom Complete

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Once


At the srike of the time-keepers
Gong
Who I was
Is all but gone

Seasoned lines
And well earned gullies
Find the me now
In tick tocks
Backward
Chime

Monday, September 04, 2006

My Idiom Project Part 1 of 12

What is the Idiom?
Contrasts?
Messages?

Saturday, September 02, 2006

PARIAH


Pariah,
We too
False-
Hood

Out
In and Out
Doors
Hearts
Spools
Cores

Found, the essence
Playground times
My Mississippi Buddy
My Pal-o-Mine

Depth so Rich
And heart Encumbered
Falling Down
Astonished
Lack of true
Sock it two

A ride upon a wooden raft
Cast
Caste
Stabled the past

Fallow is the skin of shock
Tallow,
Sallow
Not Yellow
The paste of Jello
Foreign Mask

Treble tones
Wailing sows
The Once
So Mighty
Jellied plows

I creep amongst
A Pariah Past
The one and only

Place of belonging
Dais of
Longing
Huck and Thom

Boys and Girls
A tale of tests
Cannot pass
Splendid Tales
Of suckered
Puckered
Painful
Pasts

Thursday, August 17, 2006

SUCKER


I learned a lesson, which my brother was amazed this street smart girl should have known.
Never show a drunk girl to the bathroom in JR's
Girl: Can you hold the door for me?
Me: Sure.
Oh my God...Becky,
She was all over me, tried to go down on me,
I am pushing and exclaiming....
I AM NOT THAT KIND OF GIRL!!!
Jeeze Louise, I had to really fight my way out of there.
When I finally found my brother,
He was giving me the "I told you so" look

Just before this episode, I got taken for ten bucks when this girl told me
she has twin girls and she left her wallet
Her friend hadn't shown up and her gas gauge was on E

Well, I guess I must have a big SUCKER
Painted on my green forhead.
What a night.