word splash

Cancelled

2008-09-08T13:35:00.001-06:00

Sometimes, death is preferable to breathing in yet another breath of sorrow.
I'm cancelled. It was so easy.

2008-07-15T10:00:00.001-06:00

I haven't been doing much.
Nothing to say, nothing to show.
I've seen some great lightning storms,
but as you know,
they always end eventually.

daisy chain

2008-05-05T01:52:00.001-06:00

one after one
white petals
split greens
wishes and wants

what a beautiful necklace they make.

Don't ever make friends with a Psychopath

2008-04-27T07:44:00.003-06:00

I feel sorry for hateful, vindictive people with psychotic anger issues.

I am even sorrier when I meet one of them,
get sucked into their deception,
consider them a friend,
defend them to others,

and then find out their true colors when they take advantage
of my friendship, lie to me, and then have a scary psychotic outburst
and threaten me for daring to criticize their behaviour.

Weirdo Bastard Freakshow - I hope somebody hits you with a bus.

2008-03-27T04:13:00.001-06:00

Pay me no mind.

I'm just a ghost,
a silent observer
sitting on the side,
watching you
and forming

opinions.

Dragon Lady

2008-02-24T12:39:00.002-06:00

black dragons
with
glittering
scales
and
red gold eyes
wrap themselves
around bamboo brocade
and dare me
to release them
from their
kitschy
chopstick
prison...

Tick Tock Time

2008-02-10T08:25:00.000-06:00

This room has a clock.

It is a loud, obnoxious, screaming thing
and the longer I stay in this space
the louder and more maddening the noise.

I should leave,

but

unfortunately for me,
the door is locked from the outside,
and there is nothing here
to smash it with.

gone

2008-01-23T00:55:00.000-06:00

i'm really bummed about heath ledger.
his sudden death is really hitting me hard for some reason and i just can't stop thinking about it.

why does exceptional talent and beauty always have to go first? he was one of the good guys.

this may seem really callous, but people such as the current lot of no-talent, drug/booze snuffling crack-packers seem to just go on and on, ever in the news, partying, passing out, wrecking cars, destroying their careers and kids.....
they are the ones who, in my opinion, should be on the "out" list.

heath ledger was a real star.
i'll miss watching him work.

Beauty

2008-01-15T04:16:00.000-06:00

2008-01-12T12:46:00.000-06:00

insideoutside

2008-01-12T09:48:00.000-06:00

horns are beep, beep, neeep, eep eeeeeeeping
cherry bombs pow pow, kapow, pow pow pow
dogs bark bark bark, growlf, gruff, bark bark
people in the box, blapity blah blah, laaaaaa

clock times tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
fingers click clack, click, clack, click click
atvs vroom vroom, blaaaappppp, vroom vroom
kids play hee heee, squeal, shout, ha haaaaaa

Marine

2008-01-06T07:04:00.000-06:00

Rippling silver mercury passes by my anchored consciousness,
the sun rising like so many dawns,
overhead with silence and deafening songs.

I am helpess, watching as glass filaments plunge,
laden with good, beautiful, bad and ugly on golden barbs
destined, but chanced, for unwilling destructive flight.

And they come,
one by one my lovliest thoughts, my imaginative, painted muses
are ripped from their pensieve, fighting and struggling.

They lie here now,
colours fading, breath slowing, dying before my very eyes
on the floor where they were unceremoniously discarded.

My voyage continues,
back to the point of departure, sailing with my lifeless thoughts
as I take them home, their fate fulfilled, a feast, for all, their future.

Present

2008-01-01T13:57:00.000-06:00

Golden truths
never
more truly
told
than by
copper coins
in
silver boxes,
bags,
ribbons
and bows...

2007-12-20T07:21:00.000-06:00

Hope you're being good this year! ;)

Study of a Tower

2007-12-08T01:32:00.000-06:00

See Photograsea for more photos. If blogger weren't so squirrely, and so frustrating to deal with these days, I would put more here and perhaps write something. But alas, I do not have time to sit here for a week waiting on blogger to upload them...

go on

2007-12-03T04:59:00.000-06:00

There is no
saving
that
which is not
wanting
of rescue.

2007-11-20T07:52:00.000-06:00

Shhhhh - you'll scare the fish...

2007-11-15T15:09:00.000-06:00

Princess

2007-11-13T05:15:00.000-06:00

Face

2007-11-11T10:38:00.000-06:00

edit

2007-11-05T04:36:00.000-06:00

editing twos
not three
take the back seat
views are better
from top
sides and under
change little
corrections in red
blue and black
squares behind
cake walk’s coming
look up
see what falls….

2007-11-01T06:14:00.000-06:00

heat
sweaty, humid, dripping
heat
winds are whipping
sand is blowing
to step outside
is to step into hell
where the very air
feels
unbreathable.

it's hot today.

white

2007-10-30T14:25:00.000-06:00

sweet fortune
awakes
this morning
wisp of light
opens eyes
I look out
frosted double panes
of a world
crystal white
sun over snow
turn
to the side
settle in
snug warm whisper
no work
nowhere
to go today.

.....Coyote has got me dreaming of winter.

Zoom Flit Zoom

2007-10-30T09:55:00.001-06:00

Dragon

2007-10-30T07:42:00.000-06:00

2007-10-27T13:49:00.000-06:00

simple
moonlight shining
on a sea of clouds

silent
and cold

ice crystals
on my airplane window

as I wonder

what lies
ahead...

music music music

2007-10-21T04:57:00.000-06:00

Slo Burn

2007-10-19T23:57:00.001-06:00

Some new work.

I wish I could say I was magically inspired to do this, but in reality the only time I sketch is when I am so stressed out to the point I am going to self-combust. It's a survival measure. When the walls start shaking I get out the pencil and the flurry begins - sometimes for hours - then it's over. Does it help? I don't know, but at least I'm not on fire.

2007-10-14T03:21:00.000-06:00

I lay
within my keep
eyes closed
below the light
and I wait
for the time
that He awakes me.

2007-10-09T02:25:00.000-06:00

Chance happenings

are
the best part
of my day.

2007-10-04T09:08:00.000-06:00

"Do you love me? Are you playing your love games with me?"

-------Old Greg
The Mighty Boosh

(Dang it that show is so FUNNY!)

2007-09-30T13:37:00.000-06:00

So I'm on my 3rd published contract now, thanks to M, who has had more of an influence on my life in Dubai than she realizes. Being recognized as a professional does wonders for the self esteem, and does it's fair share of legitimization and validation as well. Is it all becoming worth it? I think so. Getting paid and seeing my work in print is like discovering a new element...me.

This is hopefully, if they choose to make it so, the cover.

Neon Star Signs

2007-09-29T12:25:00.001-06:00

Normally - I don't put much stock in the stars. But I will admit - there are some things about my sign that ring absolutely true...almost uncanny. Actually, look up Virgo anywhere and it pretty much describes me to a freakin "T". Daily horrors though, I usually scoff. Today, however, something caught me - my horror says "Let frivolous friendships fall away while nurturing those that truly matter."

Wow. That is exactly what I have been worrying over for the past few months. Losing friends, wondering if I could or should have done anything different....but now I know. It's OK. The people who walk in and out of your life like a swinging door are just like episodes of a TV sitcom. You watch, have a few laughs, roll your eyes at the silly ending and the bad acting then move on to next week's episode. True friends are like favorite movies. You watch them over and over again, each time discovering some new snippet you missed before and still laughing and crying at all the good parts.

Let the frivolous go. Concentrate on the good stuff.

I like that.

I think I will.

2007-09-27T08:10:00.000-06:00

It's a proof.

2007-09-26T06:17:00.000-06:00

Another one bites the dust. What is this new phenomenon where a certain segment of my friend pool degenerates into a muddy puddle of bitchiness? I can't stand having to be the man here - I thought females were the ones who usually throw hypersensitive titty-baby hissy fits? I've lost my patience since I hit 30 - Sigh - another excercise in deletion. I think I'll just start sticking with the fish.

2007-09-23T08:12:00.000-06:00

Don't ever assume
anything about anyone.

It's not your place.

Either ask questions
and listen to the
answers,

or

keep your
fat
mouth
shut.

2007-09-16T01:40:00.000-06:00

A star
with no eyes
feels its way
across the vast
beyond
living without
care and
conforming to
unseen shapes
while I
with three ways
to see
stumble
fall
and crawl
my way
across my
sheltered life
as if
I were
completely blind.

2007-09-09T01:28:00.000-06:00

I was privileged last night to be in audience of one of the best Spanish Guitarists in the world. It was a perfect venue, and our seats were close to the front. It was a bit warm, but it is Barcelona after all, and beauty overcomes the heat. However, all was forgotten when Manuel began to play. Uncomfortable fanning and coughing made way to sudden and complete hypnotism, only broken by the last chord and triumphiant stand and bow at the end of each magnificent piece. 1.5 hours and 3 encores later, I was still hearing the music on the walk back to Ramblas. Today, it is still in my mind - a good sign....

2007-09-06T14:51:00.000-06:00

Travelling - what a rush and a crippling effect all at once. I was in Malta for 10 days - went to visit a good friend, and ended up severing this friendship with the speed and swiftness of a slamming door.

THERE - I'm done with you and everything that makes you YOU.

Been doing alot of that lately, and it's actually making me feel strong. I am not sorry - for I did nothing wrong - and it feels marvelous to let balloons fly off into the wind and not turn back.

I am in Barcelona now. What an amazing city. Inspiration is so thick I can breathe it...

2007-08-25T11:18:00.000-06:00

Even
dragons
have
bad
days...

2007-08-23T12:30:00.000-06:00

Here's the irony
of leaving at dusk
and missing
all the fireflies...

2007-08-16T11:11:00.000-06:00

Today
I
was
bored.

In the UK now

2007-08-12T12:05:00.000-06:00

Back in the UK for a bit. Right now I'm in breezy Aldridge - peaceful and beautiful. London is next - I'm hoping for sun so I can revisit my swans. Then Malta is calling....seeing a dear friend and meeting in the ocean...after that is Spain, both above and under water. How Lovely.

2007-08-09T08:55:00.000-06:00

Going back today - but not for long. I'm touching sand for one day only and then it's off to Europe for the next month. Things do work out sometimes after all... :)

going home

2007-08-01T19:21:00.000-06:00

I'm going back to the Middle East next week.
I dread it with each second I breathe.

And everyone is asleep.

2007-07-30T20:20:00.000-06:00

life
is
boring.

i
much
rather
close
my
eyes
and
think
of
other
things.

2007-07-26T22:16:00.001-06:00

Tomorrow
I go deeper
than I've ever
gone before.

It's darker down there,
and colder still.

But the journey back
is like a rebirth
from the grave

- from dark to light

- from cold to warm

and the
sweet
sweet
moment of that
first real breath.

So I will go,
and I will come back,
once more.

Traveller

2007-07-23T14:53:00.000-06:00

It is interesting here
where I find myself today
so quiet
no cars or barking dogs
no people yelling
or guns pop, pop, popping
no murder or pain
or jealousy or war
just cold, black sky
and ancient dust
blowing in gravitational
celestial ionic winds
streaks of color filling the night
filling my eyes
here
in this interesting place
not called earth.

2007-07-06T10:37:00.000-06:00

In the hands of her daddy...

2007-07-03T20:02:00.000-06:00

My niece - 3 days old - my "little pickle".
Babies are such miracles! :)

2007-06-22T21:22:00.000-06:00

Always make time for Mardi Gras.

2007-06-20T09:30:00.000-06:00

stand

walk

run

2007-06-19T20:42:00.000-06:00

What kind of
notes
make the
song
that you
sing?
Do they
jump
do they
skip
do they
clang
do they
ring?

2007-06-11T21:34:00.000-06:00

Spinning
on a wet
sphere
we live
die
and live
again.

2007-06-10T13:39:00.000-06:00

Bright light
petals like
yes, no,
random
swatches
of things
meant
and don't
have
to be,
like the
biggest
lying truths,
these
happy
and unhappily
never
afters...

2007-06-06T20:49:00.000-06:00

Tiny fire within
she spreads her four stained glass wings
and Dragon takes flight...

2007-06-05T12:39:00.000-06:00

All
God's
creatures
are
beautiful
to
me.

2007-06-03T16:03:00.000-06:00

But I do.

And to me, it's worth it.

2007-05-29T14:24:00.000-06:00

Shaped absence of light,
my own self lies before me,
my shadow my soul.

2007-05-06T12:37:00.000-06:00

Clarity

Tropical Holiday.....again.

2007-04-18T22:39:00.000-06:00

I'm off for another week in paradise!!! This time, I will be diving with the largest fishes in the sea - hopefully I'll return with fantastic photos. :) :)

2007-04-17T03:31:00.000-06:00

I have written a beautiful song on my guitar.
I play it every day - my fingers know it on both hands.
No one has ever heard it except me...maybe no one ever will.
But it's mine, it came from inside, and that gives me purpose.

2007-04-12T05:00:00.000-06:00

Life
is
sometimes
more
beautiful
from
behind.

Stretch

2007-04-04T07:31:00.000-06:00

Ever have "one of those days",
where you can't please anyone?

Where everyone is pulling you
in a hundred different directions,
where everyone wants a piece,
where everyone has a different agenda...
and they all include you?

You push off one friend for another,
and they get pissed.
You push off one meeting for another,
and you get pissed.

Everybody's pissed.

At me.

Because I'm not at their
beck and call.
Because I don't treat "them"
as number one.

I'm just not "happy" enough for this person.
I just don't "smile" enough for that person.
I just don't "care" enough for this person.
I just don't "give time" enough on that person.
I"m just not "strong" enough for this person.
I just "give in" too much for that person.
I'm just not "pretty" enough for this person.
I'm just not "simple" enough for that person.

I just don't have what it takes for any of them,
including me.

There are not enough hours
in a day
for me to do everything
that is expected of me.

There are not enough molecules
of me,
to go around
to every single person
who wants one.

I can't stand the stretch.
I can't fulfill the needs.
I can't be that person
that they seem to want
all of the time.

I just can't be on,
always.

I just
can't
make

everyone

happy.

2007-04-01T08:19:00.000-06:00

I
see
things
that
are
there.

Do you?

2007-03-30T07:38:00.000-06:00

Like
water
rolling
off
of
a
duck's
back.

That
is
what
your
words
are.

When
I
decide
not
to
hear
them.

Swan Haiku

2007-03-25T06:52:00.000-06:00

A cygnet today

preening grey,
dirty feathers

is tomorrow's swan

2007-03-22T11:22:00.000-06:00

drying desert wind
brings stinging tears to my eyes
I blink, they are gone

2007-03-21T03:41:00.001-06:00

I want to be there, again.

It's lonely up here,
where the ground
is firm and the world is
dark and cold,
surrounded by noise
and fire and the
rushing and bustling
of people with lives
and needs and wants,
I hate it.

I want to be lost
underneath,
never to return,
surrounded by fragile being
that goes day to day
just trying to survive,
accepting me as part
of their world,
wary but unquestioning,
giving me space,
inviting me in,
no matter who or
what
I might be.

2007-03-20T11:25:00.000-06:00

I wouldn't mind doing this every day...

______________________________________________________________________________________________________

On a musical note: I have had the absolute pleasure to meet J.D. Hanke - a world class guitarist, mind you - and convince him to give this rank amateur lessons in his art. Check out his music here and enjoy. I can only hope to be half as good someday...

2007-03-18T05:10:00.000-06:00

Here's lookin' at me, kid.

2007-03-16T09:55:00.000-06:00

Dinosaur
I long
to go back
to the days
where
nothing changed,

where
days were long
and hours were
empty but
full of promise,

those warm
rays on growing
bones,
dirty knees
and tangled
golden hair
always found me,

and my only
limits
were drawn
in the sand.

2007-03-11T09:32:00.000-06:00

Freedom

The Holy Grail.
The Brass Ring
Quest.

Does a life
free from...
I don't know,
let's say
cheese,
for example,
ever truly
free from such
temptation?

Cheese
only gets
replaced
by ice cream,
in my experience.

Becoming free
of something
that requires
constant
affirmation,
is only replaced
by something
that requires
constant
disillusion.

Better the devil
you know,
so to speak.

Or better
the devil
who knows you.

2007-03-06T01:49:00.000-06:00

It's
my
house

not
yours

so
don't

cross

the
threshold.

2007-03-01T05:10:00.000-06:00

I can see 5 faces in this photograph...mother to son to daughter to daughters. Blood is always bright red.

Chapter 1

2007-02-28T01:22:00.000-06:00

Jasmine, what a stupid name, she thought.

A stupid name that little girls who grew up in the '80s used to dream of naming their own little girls someday. Her mother was one of those dumb little girls. She hated her name, and she hated her mother for giving it to her. Really though, Jasmine hated her mother for lots of things. She hated her for being so stupid, first of all, for never forcing the son of a bitch who supposedly fathered her to pay child support. Oh, he came around once in awhile, for "visits". What a loser, and here she was, she "belonged" to him now. She hated her mother for ever knowing this guy, and then for getting into a car with his drunk-ass and letting him smash his car and her into soggy bits one night on the highway. He was ejected, got up without a scratch, took off and then let the cops assume that Mama was driving. There was no way to tell anyway, once it was over. Mother Fucker. That was always the single most thing that Jasmine was afraid of, and one night when she was 13, it happened. Then, Jas's already lousy life changed forever, and look at her now. Stupid family courts, if they only knew, or cared, who they were giving her to.

She shoved her hands deeper into the pockets of her grey hoodie and started to walk faster. It was raining by the river, and although it wasn't enough to make you run, it was enough to make you quicken up a little bit. She wasn't feeling well, as usual, and took a quick look behind to make sure she wasn't being followed. She knew she wasn't, but you just can't be too careful in this part of town. She had taken more this time, because she needed it. He always said it would make her feel better, make her forget, and this time she REALLY wanted to forget. But, as usual, it just made her sick, and this time she was REALLY feeling like she needed to puke. Today was scarier than the other times, harder, different, and Maya had taken more too, but Jas thought she had really overdone it because Maya had just thrown up and passed out, and she couldn't wake her up. After a few minutes, she got scared that somebody would come along and somehow know what happened, so she split. She hoped Maya was awake by now, but she didn't really care. Maya was a skank, and deserved what she got.

She hated her father, HATED him, wished he was dead, wished she could make him dead herself. What an asshole. She hated her life, hated what he had forced her to become, and when she thought about what she and Maya had been doing for him for the past 2 years she almost had to stop and throw up right then. This time was different though, THIS time was the worst. This time, oh shit, what had they done? Why did they do it? Why did they let him talk them into it? She and Maya had eyed each other nervously as he was giving instructions, each wanting to say something, but they didn't. Money was hard to get on the streets, and well, now they had some. But Maya's money was probably in the pocket of some bum now, if she was still lying there. The thought made Jas smirk, then she felt guilty for thinking it. Maya was as locked into this as she was, and that girl had it rough too. Neither one of them wanted to do the things that he made them do, but they both did it anyway. THIS time though, this time was too fucked up, too real.

She turned the corner by the bridge. It was raining harder now, and Jas needed to get out of it or get soaked, plus she had to sit down. She scooted her way around the trash and old tires, around the barrels the bums used to burn shit in, past the old lady who was sleeping on the ground (and who she could smell before she could see her), and up into a little filthy little alcove where the pidgeons like to nest and crap. She didn't care, she was used to being dirty. For her, a shower was something you got once a week at the shelter if you felt like standing in line with the rest of the deadbeats. Fuck it, she didn't care. When it got so bad she couldn't stand her own stink she found a way to clean up. She and Maya usually asked Daddy Dearest for a few bucks and went to the truck stop on the highway and took one there.

She tucked into the alcove and wrapped her arms around herself to warm up. Her thoughts once again drifted to what had happened that afternoon, and this time she couldn't help it. Leaning over to the side she vomited, chin trembling, and put her head down sideways on her knees. She looked at the dirty, stinking river, wishing she had enough guts to throw herself into it, then closed her eyes and grimaced, trying not to cry. It will pass, Jasmine, it will go away, you'll forget, you always do, she told herself, cringing at the sound of the hated word inside her head. Jasmine, Jasmine, Jasmine, what a dumb-ass name. A stupid name for stupid, rich, nice little girls with mommies and daddies who love them and take care of them and don't make them do things. Stupid little girls who go to school and have ponies and don't live in run down shitholes with their fucked-up fathers and their drugged-out half sisters who do what they did.

It was not a name for girls like her...not for girls like her.

2007-02-27T07:33:00.001-06:00

I am
most decidedly
not
stupid.

I am
absolutely
worth
something.

Alot, actually.

I am
not
only
good
for one thing
and my
place
is where I
want
it to be.

I am
fiercely
proud
of my
nationality.

I am
going
to stand up
for my
opinions
and yes,
I would
do it again.

I am
running
out of
patience
for
people.

I am
most decidedly
not
afraid
of you.

I am
a believer
in God
and
evolution.

I am
really
not
that bothered
by your
decision.

I am
going
to be
just fine.

So fuck off
(if you don't approve).

...here, in my dream

2007-02-27T06:36:00.000-06:00

it is dark
night
black
except for the soft glow
of moonlight
from a tiny
waning
sliver
of la luna
tonight
here,
in my dream

it is quiet
still
sacred
except for the soft
whispers
of
nocturnal
life
moving
about as
they are wont
to do,
as they
always do
every night,
here,
in my dream

there is a silver pool
rippling
misty
except for the dancing
blue
fire
that burns
continuously
on its mirrored
surface,
noiseless
but calling
to me
here,
in my dream

What a curious thing, this still blue fire, it burns and burns and yet it is shrouded in mist, that is never consumed.
This fire, it burns as if lit from below, but yet...
It doesn't make sense, but it is so, so beautiful, how it sparkles, and shimmers, and dances on the silver pool.
Look, can you see it?
The water, it looks like mercury, like a liquid mirror.
I want to see it up close, to feel it, to touch it.
And...listen!
It's calling me, can't you hear it?
It's calling me, not with a voice that I can actually hear but with a voice that I can feel.
"Come closer, come closer," it says.
"All that you desire is here, within me.
Everything is here, everything, everything, everything..."
It is so beautiful, how it sparkles, and shimmers, and dances...
I can't look away.
I can't stop myself.
I don't want to.

it is cool
cold
damp
except for the
hot space in my chest
that gets warmer and warmer
as my heart beats faster
and I slowly step
ever closer
closer
closer
to the edge...

2007-02-24T08:00:00.000-06:00

i don't
believe
in ghosts

i just
let sleeping
spirits lie

let
their
shadows
tell my story

watch my
lost tales
breathe
and die

Big Ben

2007-02-22T02:57:00.000-06:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, the Grand Old Man himself. I was completely prepared to not be impressed by this symbol of all things British...but let me tell you, I was totally in awe. The sheer scale of Parliment and Big Ben is too immense to be described - I could not believe my eyes. And I was so fortunate to be walking past twice, and twice heard the bell. It was almost like he was showing off, just for me, knowing my former doubts of his glory. What a voice, ladies and gentlemen....what a voice. I could feel it in my bones. Wow.

2007-02-21T11:14:00.000-06:00

It's pretty easy to become a cop in London.

London Calling

2007-02-20T03:55:00.000-06:00

I am in London - my first trip ever (to London, that is). It's cold, dreary, damp...and I did not bring a suitable coat. I'm too spoiled by sunshine to be bothered with thinking of such things, and here is my reward. Brrrr. On foot patrol, I plan to just walk off the cold with my camera today - getting lost and found, and finding all the places I've read about to see if they really are all that. Probably they won't be, but I'm looking just the same. Living abroad has killed the novelty of "new", and a British accent is pretty common where I live, so really, it's just not that exciting...

2007-02-18T01:28:00.000-06:00

Warmth
on my skin,
heat
on my hair,
the air
charged
with reasons why
and why not,
chasing a
mirage
that only
gets farther
and farther away
survival
depends
on this
sunshine,
but I
always
forget
to bring
the water.

2007-02-11T23:09:00.000-06:00

I watch her
she is tiny
strong
determined
unstoppable
pausing only to
nourish herself
and her duty
she works
unceasingly
for that is her
program
one grain at
a time
day to night
night to day
labouring
constant
immune
to opposition
blind
to spiteful
destruction
for building
this mountain
is her sole
purpose and
before me
beside me
behind me
she will.

Imago Emerging

2007-02-07T00:43:00.000-06:00

Quietly
she waits
motionless
dreaming
languishing
in cream
silk robes
waiting
for redemption
longing
for what she
was promised
her prize
her reward
long ugly sufferings
dreamily sold
for
beauty
favor
love
life
she feels
nothing
except her
own growth
and change
she hears
nothing
except
the murmurings
of life
itself
she knows
everything
but
voiceless
can not
share it
for this
is her burden
her life
her transformation
her turn
so she waits
sleeping
dreaming
breathing
planning
the rest of
her abbreviated
existence
knowing
her emergence
from these
silk wrappings
marks the
beginning
of the end
promised
beauty
will not
protect her
golden wings
will never
quite
carry her
she will never
escape from
this
her only enemy
this
her greatest fear
this
the price she paid
the deafening
roar
of
time.
____________________________

for coyote...

Masterpiece

2007-02-03T01:13:00.000-06:00

Hallowed and hushed,
this blue nature's nursery
where every nook and cranny
contains a precious jewel,
a marvelous rendition,
in miniature perfection,
of the ones that created it...

And what pity those masters,
artistic by instinct,
recruited by destiny
and paid by survival
will never bear witness,
stand back and admire
their own
greatest
masterpiece.

2007-01-28T08:26:00.000-06:00