Sunday, May 27, 2012

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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

YOU

can always find it again
anybody can
but what matters most
is what you do with it
now that you have it
again

Friday, May 11, 2012

Friday, May 04, 2012

I don't really think

that you know what I'm doing
my fear is that
before that you know how much better that I've made things
that you'll be gone before you see it


Thursday, May 03, 2012

Saturday, April 21, 2012

men

make beats in the background
we, (wo)men
filled with woe
woo and whoa and wring and waste
our will, wants and wishes
until we're beat

There is...

Something on my left hand.
A spot, a glimmering thing that can be spit, Spit or maybe...SPIT.
A male voice just yelled at somebody from down the street.
My right hand hurts.
Old wound.
Reference "Stupid journal #18, circa 1995.
I just spent the last 10 seconds trying to shake 18 years out of my 2 broken knuckles.


Friday, April 13, 2012

A string of excited, fugitive, miscellaneous pleasures is not happiness; happiness resides in imaginative reflection and judgment, when the picture of one's life, or of human life, as it truly has been or is, satisfies the will, and is gladly accepted - - - George Santayana



Today was not a bad day at all.

I wanted to put down some of the things that passed through my brain/crayons/canyons/today...

exhaustion
confusion
gluttony
joy
violence
LUST
regret
inebriation
nostalgia
fame
pugnacity
anger
pride
age
clairvoyance
sexiness
wastefulness
reflectiveness
recognition
poetry

I'M SPOILED.

Because I get to feel these things.

And many don't.