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I had too much to dream last night.
August 27th, 2011
I dreamed I was flying last night. The wind rushing over my bald pate creating wind tunnel like flows of majestic colored clouds. I flew over spring time fields of green and gold
and autumn colored hills and valleys.
I saw strange fractal patterns
and fantastical flowers.
The chaos of my currently reality tried to claim me
But I flew on through cartoon like landscapes
and abstract places...
These words I write like drought shriveled leaves, crumble with time.
July 27th, 2011
A Phantom winds sweep
drought ravaged lands
the relentless furnace of the sun
wounds!
Shade is no refuge
no breeze flows
no evaporations cools.
Dawn is the only sane time
it's false coolness seems real enough
walking, is possible
not pleasant
possible, for the dog
wilting dragged along
I surrender.
These words I write
like drought shriveled
leaves, crumble with time.
Dreaming of cold icy winds as I melt in the 21st consecutive 100 degree day.
July 20th, 2011
icy winds sweep across my brow
frost on beard .
Sliding down a snowy slopes
moguls and powder , refresh .
Serene images of snow dressed pines
deciduous trees outlined in white .
Air fresh with a bite.
infinite vistas
from top of the world.
Snow bunnies and stud muffins
prowl in the chalet.
July 15th, 2011
A fantasy turns to Dust.
tearing myself from rutted routine
leaping 1800 miles
to try out a fantasy.
landing in a mine field
False starts ,insecurity ,
reality rears its ugly head.
Stuck between love and freedom
forced concessions and bad compromise
unable to give up .
I feel unimportant,
old and in the way.
a third class citizen
homeless in my own home
all of my needs unfulfilled
is this love?
stuck in the back of the...
July 5th, 2011
Twilight Approaches
Waves of memory wash over me .
Abstracts from my life.
tears ,
lost ideals of youth haunt me.
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Nostalgic visions flying past
warming heart and mind.
Barely remembered landscapes,
warped by time and faulty recollections.
Embarrassment for never growing up
gives way to stubborn pride
for not selling out completely.
Wanting to be petulant.
I've paid my dues.
Let me...
June 25th, 2011
Distracted! The sounds of the city
Abstracted from the natural.
Lives lived where outdoors means sky scrapers .
manicured parks are the wild.
The cages built by routine.
panic if its altered.
natures randomness paralyzes
and infuriates .
abstracted from nature
can we long survive.
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March 23rd, 2011
Hunger linkers beneath every thought, addiction !
Dependence requires fulfillment.
One more commercial, create the motivation,
one more jingle!
I'm off to satisfy, to satiate, "there up ahead!
It's THE GOLDEN ARCHES!"
Stuffed and bloated
I stumble from my car straining with every effort,
puffing for air by the time I reach the door!
Remorse, falling through the vortex!
I poisoned myself, and the planet and will...
New Home, New Studio, New Works
January 7th, 2011
Greetings and glad tidings for the new year!
As some of you know, I recently moved to Texas, to be with my long lost , and thankfully found soul-mate. Upon my arrival in Texas I began to set up my new studio. While I have just barely made a dent in unpacking and designing the layout of my new work space, I have managed to squeeze in some new works. Let me know what you think!.
November 12th, 2010
In 1966 I fell in love with my soul mate. Until last August I had not seen or heard of her since 1969, though I did look for her when I got back from Nam.
I have spent the last 40 years wondering and keeping her in my heart. In and out of relationships , mostly out, I became an 62 year old man convinced I would die alone, and not much caring when I did.
In August 2010 , I got a friend request on face book from her. We started texting and then talking on...
September 2nd, 2010
Some of you know that every once and a while i lose my mind and out pop these fables. I have also Have been told that it was confusing at first because people did not notice or follow the text between the images. So here is a brief explanation. The text Start the narrative which is completed by the title of the image following it. The narrative continues after each image or series of images.
As always I ask that you comment , even if its nasty and help me keep this...