Saturday, January 31, 2009

Friday, January 30, 2009

holding fire,
is holding a twisting hope
that's a garment for my heart
where time doesn't swallow
what i do,
dying flames held by surrendered souls
they cry in anguish
as the meaning flies


it didn't burn all up
but was swept by force
humanitys' polluted breath
on their flame
it couldn't breathe, and


my god in one instant
everything can shift
& us put at loss
in time with perishing thoughts
and far is the platter joy

when we run
its to that, and that alone
for the night, which tells the truth
for the day, which starts the truth
the crash
your look
embers in old hands
with young eyes

keep on giving up
to the motions
of life
remorse / mixed media / canvas

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

our arrival
to this
lithe and snared
this heart
it waits patiently
in quiet
it hears about
how it will die
from the hands
of what it waits for;
broken in little pieces
like stabbing chest pains
a mind forgotten in sleep
& asunder
all is this
thing battered
tanned hide from sunlight in
that forgotten corner
broken dishes, and noise
wading through our silent moments
to sound

Wednesday, January 21, 2009


what are you thinking about,
leaning against the wall
smoking a cig
with your face
half / down,
where's your lover
& your friends,
what's that sadness
across your face
what's with this party
stranger faces all around
caught glimpse of you looking
at the corner stranger
they're probably just as lonely
probably in as much
dire needs
as you;
leaning against that call
waiting for
the miracle:
of An introduction
of a joke
of laughter
of a touch
buying each other drinks
'till the band stops
kissing under lamplights
& naked snoring
& sun's rays

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Thursday, January 15, 2009

this naked dream
this eye shut as bodies meet
the curve of back
where my hand rests
sun made softer
as her hair splashes on
the pillow,
our obsession with smiling
and lips pursed in desirous sighs,
the model line
in a birdcage
necklace pulled to make
her cry sexy eyes
where we meet on a brick path
dancing in the night,
drunk on pity
which shatters with your kiss
the bridge
running from this
naked dream
where beauty
lies next to me
when it sleeps.
i am afraid of losing things,

a moment of silence

for the wonderful

cause i pick fights

with what i'm afraid of losing,

someday i'll say how i feel

& it'll pay off-

right now its a picture

try and understand

that you'll leave a mark

on my brain

& my heart tempers

in a forge

around fire

i dreamt of lying next

to something i'd lose

its at peace, this war, at 2,

at noon its a blood filled place

without air

when beauty is elusive, hidden amongst

the snares of


An ugly beast drips filth across

the floor

its when friends ease the pain

that it all goes away

turns into a feeling

that falls slow

from my fingertips

its when i've died in my head

that i feel the peace
of saying
what i mean.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

went down to San Clemente with Perry Kyle & Jake to watch a Skooners show. i only have one photo buts its a good one.

Friday, January 09, 2009

the world's riddled with the sameness of questions all about meaning. bandwidth seems to be more and more important to everything; but we'll all get lost in the overwhelming knowing. cool it. what am i trying to figure out. trying to solve the distant feeling that something is not okay. but is that the truth ever-that things can be okay. trying to figure out if being social is important. people or what, silence; trying and doing all the time. the pressure of what is done and having to keep running or losing what is making you. maybe it really is just best to roll dice all the time. its not fear that rests with me, but a blank sheet of paper.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

arrive to clarity
the deepness in an afternoon
what is sadness,
sometimes women
sometimes men
sometimes friendship
this is a guarded form
these are guarded things
open things - drift

on a narrow road
a storm approaches
to the distance see
A flock of children, flying
between the lightning
a paradise,
& sometimes our own trouble
makes us sad
the nature all around us
making love in hidden moans.
the desperate truth of youth
brings golden wishes
to those who open hands
where dreams are handed down
by the tempers of older dreamers,
the dying petals about to harden
let the wounds scab / scars
for later running fingers,
for procession

my head hurts
my hand shakes
there's a holy place about half a mile up the street
its where i threw up,
just from breathing
don't imagine the end
hear your feet walking
& its alright.

Monday, January 05, 2009

common ground / mixed media / canvas quadtych 

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Thursday, January 01, 2009