Because all experiences are valuable.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Last Journey

Our planet died in dusky matte,
I knew an hour approached of flight,
We had to leave, or barring that,
We faced short lives in endless night.

In all the years since we arrived,
I think that man forgot we came,
Though we are few, we few survived,
And much like you, we seem the same...

You plan your trips, your ships and stars,
So ardent are your dreams and thoughts,
Lovely really, but not ours,
You lost our lessons, you forgot...

We left our bodies on the lie,
We did not need them for the trip,
In just a breath, the soul can fly,
We never needed rocket ships.

We never needed fuel, or air,
Our minds were ready, then we thought,
A blinking eye from here to there,
Exactly as we came and taught.

I love your pretty blues and greens...
I love these oceans, moon and sun.
I remember, and honor, your human dreams,
Even if I am the only one.


Thursday, September 29, 2011


Because my little finger is longest,
I painted it orange.
Small polka-dots,
halos of bitter olive green
around his eyes,
Pastel chalk outlines on the
of dinosaurs and dead bodies.
I listen to stories. I hear storm drains
and cobwebs, she went first...
That's the way I heard it,
but not the way he told it.
Exposing what is childish,
needing more time always
to finish what I started.
I look up to you
in ways you don't see,
somewhat incomparable
to anyone,
star-shaped, and
so often maligned.


Sunday, September 18, 2011


is not of the mouth,
though I know one would think so.
So many "I" statements.
It isn't a crime-
It's just a shame.
And I know it might seem that
arrogance is of the mind,
where one convinces the self of
the self-righteousness and
and the simple righteousness of
one's own thoughts.
But no,
is of the ears.
"I" will not listen, "I" cannot hear you,
"I" know I am right,
"I" know you are wrong,
You may have a point, but
"I" do not care, not really,
well, not at all-
if actions speak,
as they do,
which "I" cannot hear, either,
especially when they are my
arrogant own.

Saturday, September 17, 2011


what's enough?
-when you spend life preparing for
disasters that never occur
I have spat farther
than pursuit of conquering the unexpected
has taken me, and still
the unexpected
has taken me.

there was snow, and the crone,
a cave, a cat,
giant piano keys carved into the hillside.
Headless gods
adjudicating my life
on the turn, the truth of a
1910 dime.

I wouldn't have known what it meant,
unless you told me-
if you've ever wondered
why you know Norse mythology...

now you know.
now you know.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Broken Foot

Just letting you know I will be taking a forced break from blogging. I broke my foot last night. Want to see my xrays? LOL ok I put them on facebook. This is what life has come to now! hahaha I let you know what happens...