Sunday, July 19, 2009

New Blog

I have a new blog


Saturday, January 24, 2009


It took a burst of excitement to throw me on to my skateboard again,
It gradually built up over time and I finally snapped and assembled my trucks to my board,
I was a free spirit again while tapping into untouched memories of my youth,
I ran and jumped on my board,
Flew down the driveway while pushing hard up the hill,
My brain said "go switch and keep pushing",
Out sheer unconsciousness a switch heelflip of such beauty came into existence,
As it touched my soul both my feet captured the spinning object,
Still floating forever it seemed as I realized again that skateboarding's a dream,
Feelings of indescribable proportion as I grew tired I watched the sunset split the sky,
No remaining question of "who am I".

Monday, January 19, 2009

Canvass of Life

For the world is a piece of art,
There are many painters,
I too am a painter,
Therefore I will work my brush,
As the way to power,
Is your will to paint.

Saturday, January 17, 2009


When we creep on the floor,
I love you ever more,
Eyes shut darkness comes,
anti-werewolf has to run.

To flee the vampire woman,
To flee the vampire woman,

So I ran out her door,
blood was fresh on the floor,
She tried to posses me,
I'd rather remain free,

To flee the vampire woman,
To flee the vampire woman,
I gotta go even though your good lookin,
I gotta leave.

Fear is in my blood,
It drains all the love,
the anti-warewolf syndrome,
Free I once was,

To be me, me, just me,
Now I got you in side of me,
and its hard...
real hard to feel free,

The battle exists lets face it,
The battle exists two faces,
Always happy then sad,
I'm tired

So I sleep real deep,
Real deep I sleep

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Night animals

The Owl is a dark ball in the backdrop of night.
No it does not cry.
But it hoots to the Possum who has established his life on a powerline.

The road side

Here it comes for me. The car roaring from the depths of evil. Destined to take my vulnerable limbs. Destined to put me further in a life of misery and beauty. Can I still write? If not, I can continue to dream? If not, I can finally die. Must our dreams continue to paint such beauty so effortlessly? The car just passed me by.