Sunday, May 15, 2016

Thursday, May 12, 2016

The First Thing I had to Give Up

it wasn't the worst thing,
it wasn't the most expensive:
most valuable
most prized
rarest, coveted, sought after, fought over
obsessed about, idolized, And
even it was not that useful,
or beautiful
or held in the highest regard;
but it was the beginning
and signaled the end
for me,
when I lost the key
to my personal cellar
located eighth floor
next to the orchids
at the Roosevelt Club Shanghai.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

looking for internal experience(s)
from external source(s).

Thursday, March 03, 2016

snow angel / oil / canvas / 10 x 10 in

love poem

i don't think
i'd be alive
if someone didn't love me.
i don't think
i'd even care
to explain this lot in life.
if it wasn't for
the glory of
living this cycle in memory.
then there wouldn't be
a thing of me
to taste this air we breathe.

Monday, February 22, 2016

Blinded by the Wastes / oil / canvas / 16.5 x 12.5

nighttime activities

worn
whuming wum go go go
kkk
1? ummmmmmmmm
fulll

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why is anything the misplaced?
displaced because it was meant for measure,
and where is the ready rarrior
ready to signal with fire
that late demise of malaise
and mativation, momentary
materization, menantary
motion of the malaicious kind.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

the payload was so much greater than its target that upon impact it wasn't so much body substance that went everywhere but a feeling of matter hot and with blood enveloping the air

In May last year the NIS said Kim had his defence chief, Hyon Yong-Chol, executed -- reportedly with the use of an anti-aircraft gun.

Friday, February 05, 2016

Space exploration in an international context offers a peaceful cooperative venue that is a valuable alternative to nation state hostilities. ---G. Scott Hubbard

Monday, January 25, 2016

i was a nothing
pure and done
with nothing but a dream
to b e c o m e,
i was a baby
born and due
to grow from that
into what i knew,
i was a child
ready to go
never slowing
didn't know,
i was older after
and older more
and grow older now
until i go,
from where I am,
which is never known.

Monday, May 04, 2015

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when the birdsong
frames the twilight night
i stop my hurry, and observe the sky
my perspective wanders
like the moving stranger
i become newer
corpse in put end row rop cellar

Friday, June 13, 2014

Living Change / oil / canvas / 14.5 x 15

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

memory of a memory / oil / canvas / 11 x 15 inches

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

silent approach / oil / canvas / 13 x 16 inches

Monday, October 21, 2013

Natural Defense / oil / canvas / 16 x 16 inches

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Panoply / oil / canvas / 16 x 16.5 inches

Monday, September 16, 2013

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Where the World Begins / oil / canvas / 13 x 15 inches

Friday, May 10, 2013

Friday, May 03, 2013