Monday, September 08, 2008
Happy in the Gloomy
it's been so long.
This dear and slightly mischievous soul,
Brought gifts,
Laughs, I desperately needed,
Views and viewpoints,
More in sync with mine, for once,
Hmmm, maybe the in sync was a hidden given?
Something juicy to sink my lips into.
And it was Oh So Good...
And somethings for this rainy day.
I especially enjoyed,
Euthanasia,
Thanks Friend!!!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Changes
some at record speed
I had an accident in March
and another 2 weeks ago
Hearing aids are gone
so silence like never before
has swallowed me whole
Back to the campgrounds I go
Penniless and multi-handicapped
I now have 3 dogs,
Ayla, my forever faithful
Her big beautiful mate, Rococo
and their pup ChiChai
5 new pups ever adorable
The campgrounds will not be loving this.
There is a dark impending,
live under a bridge gloom,
Shadowing the future,
Fees without funds should be interesting.
But as always,
I work to embrace
The return path
And the hope
for a better outcome.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Mirror, Mirror

Was I born,
With lips downturned?
Or is this but a mirror
Of my life’s
event?
I looked, and looked
And with great effort
With great strain
Lips went up.
Nostalgia
Remembers my Great-Grandpa’s words
It takes more effort to frown than smile.
I think I am an anomoly
A force of agony,
Much like the meaning of my name…
Pain
It is a struggle to lift my lips
Turn the feelings into a smile
My eyes,
Penetrating,
Searing
Scythes.
Yet, only in
Effort,
Can these lips
Crack that smile
I have evaded capture in the mirrors eye
For so long that U’d believe my lies
Lies, I swore I’d never tell
Tales,amidst the scandalous lair
It is in the mirror
This journey begins
With lips tuned down
And life a frown
I watch and capture
The glimpse of me
A me
Not the real
But the
Cocoon
About to be birthed
A me
Born to be,
Frightening,
This fraught me.
And now I sell
My lifes wares
On the road
To distant Fairs
With great regret
And somber
Chest swell
I’ll make this mile
These miles
All miles
A swell
Sail.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Crashed
Burned
Mind and heart
disabled
slit wrist
past
and I am tentatively
Back
I have no contact info.
on Anyone
or myself
I live in a musty, dark closet
on campus...
no one knows....
shhhhh
I hope all are healthy and prospering
Love to those whom know their status
Friday, March 16, 2007
Sorry for the Disappearing Act
In between two sculpting classes that are taking up all of my free time I am also engrossed in Government and Web Design. Family and woes have kept me in a dark cave, silenced in my hiding.
Also, my blog page made me redo it and in the frustration of another task piled on my very full plate, disgust has kept me away. I have lost all of my links to my friends that were on this page, so in helping me sort through, could you resend them to me. Please.
Over and OUT.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Execution, Corrupting, 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
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
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
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
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 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.









