they happen.
an awakening...my happy awakening.
im leaving for a bit.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
coulda...woulda...shoulda
the last laugh out loud...lover of egg whites.
i still smile.
running bagels and sweet cream cheeses.
still smile.
show me off in vegas
pitch me a tent in washington
stroll my hand in new york
sing the prelude to me
on june 21...then july 21.
sept. 21 will be...my forever.
i still smile.
running bagels and sweet cream cheeses.
still smile.
show me off in vegas
pitch me a tent in washington
stroll my hand in new york
sing the prelude to me
on june 21...then july 21.
sept. 21 will be...my forever.
Monday, May 19, 2008
dabda's 2nd 'D' rant
you want a piece of this?
tell me someone who doesnt
hot
smart
funny
sweet
charming of course
take a piece of this
steal it
violate it
destroy it
then toss it back to me
ther are a thousand pieces to go around
.
.
.
all a perfect fit
tell me someone who doesnt
hot
smart
funny
sweet
charming of course
take a piece of this
steal it
violate it
destroy it
then toss it back to me
ther are a thousand pieces to go around
.
.
.
all a perfect fit
Friday, May 16, 2008
unchartered territory
i am not a creature of regret
but it seems there is room to learn new tricks
mistakes have always been a tool to learn from
but it seems there wasnt a place for this one
but it seems there is room to learn new tricks
mistakes have always been a tool to learn from
but it seems there wasnt a place for this one
Thursday, May 15, 2008
self portrait: 11 years in the making
I created once, when i was 18, a painting of my psyche.
the nude figures in the background i had to paint in my bedroom at home. this a was a bit difficult...trying to paint and pose at the same time. they were nice and fluid and warm hues...
The figure of my face, in the foreground. painted with studio lighting. protrayed by blue hues, colder and distorted. easier to paint and more accurate.
the nude figures in the background i had to paint in my bedroom at home. this a was a bit difficult...trying to paint and pose at the same time. they were nice and fluid and warm hues...
The figure of my face, in the foreground. painted with studio lighting. protrayed by blue hues, colder and distorted. easier to paint and more accurate.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
shoveling snow
hands grip this wooden shaft
fingers numb as we try to stay awake
feet sinking deeper
looking around for that summer sun
as it pierces through the breeze
eyes fluttering
lips creasing
hands falling
as a breath passes these dry lips
i inhale the spring air
fingers numb as we try to stay awake
feet sinking deeper
looking around for that summer sun
as it pierces through the breeze
eyes fluttering
lips creasing
hands falling
as a breath passes these dry lips
i inhale the spring air
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
the morning after
swallow this bitter pill
rays dancing on my desk
breezes at marys hair
metal music at my ears
swallow this pill and suffocate on it!
gag on it! cry over it!
until my body has ceased to feel
this soul has lifted beyond the skin
until the very thing that was
is no more
swallow it until the saliva dries
and nothing can grow
except this vanishing hope
that I am not what was
rays dancing on my desk
breezes at marys hair
metal music at my ears
swallow this pill and suffocate on it!
gag on it! cry over it!
until my body has ceased to feel
this soul has lifted beyond the skin
until the very thing that was
is no more
swallow it until the saliva dries
and nothing can grow
except this vanishing hope
that I am not what was
Sunday, May 11, 2008
overconsumption
the love they give...i take.
glasses of golden liquid
cinnamon rays i kiss
moving images i read
all of it
i take it all for me
because i can
because you let me
because you want me
glasses of golden liquid
cinnamon rays i kiss
moving images i read
all of it
i take it all for me
because i can
because you let me
because you want me
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