Tall thick red cedar trees Sword ferns bushy and waist high Humus giving bounce to every step The sun flickers through the canopy As the temperate summer wind brushes my skin I wonder at this memory, this feeling but cannot express
This doesn't make much sense, but I am documenting it anyway. (Thanks if your actually reading) ............................................................... When it comes to truth; there is, in my opinion, a duality. Subjective, and how dare I not agree with you. Objective, and far beyond any human understanding. I (not being perfect, as far as I know.) live … Continue reading Jest Sayin’; a rant. (Probably best to avoid this one)
I had so much more I wanted to say; Things that would forgive my broken attitude on social issues, And brings us all together. (You know, "day dreams in print.") But.... My $96 is up I will not be a starving artist I will renew my blathering once my belly is full Then we will … Continue reading Another $96
They all have em' 'The Culture Manual' Some of which, justify their hatred Others, justify being hated Self righteous to the letter Selective religion . (Please no offense intended; This is just a poem, I express thoughts In order to provoke thinking. Here is another thought, "Peace!")
We talk a lot about betterment of self In an attempt to continue our progress Our "better humanity" I don't want to shame you, But I am the past I have been the pessimism of reality; Nevertheless, I hold to the truth that perspective is important. And with an ever changing climate of social ecology, … Continue reading Hope In Travelers, or Seclusion
I sit here isolated Painting, composing, and writing All here for me I know a child can do better And that makes me proud Doesn't it make you proud?
Since in youth have I spoke of young idealism Here enters, with a triumphant gate, SKEPTICISM!!! To proudly boast of triumphs and scoff the passing youth.'herein, lies and truth' Many a youngster fallen, as since progress', and producers pollen... How can we shake our boughs, but hold our root. Many young ideals laced in soot; … Continue reading Ye Olde