Desolation
Posted: August 24, 2010 Filed under: Note Book Diary Scetches | Tags: Life, poetry Leave a comment »you know it’s bad
when your mother says she’s tired of caring
about you
your dog loves your lover more
you know it’s bad when
you have to give your dog away because you have nowhere to go with it.
laying in bed with my dog thinking about my mother
mothers are the mother ship when you’re lost in space.
lost space.
The other way looks nice too…
Posted: August 19, 2010 Filed under: Note Book Diary Scetches | Tags: Life, poetry 1 Comment »I don’t know if I went Crazy or if I found The Light? Either way I know decisions must be made before they make you. Only I never know which way to go. Although I think I do, I know. The Left or the Right? Both seem to hold equal weight.
I want to go for the point.The pinnacle and the circle.
end begin void seed window sprout as the next breath raises each second upon my chest. Off beat beatz beats, I know this orbit. The rotation of the days summit a fly or fight…feet meet with hands in prayer…and I wish there was another word for beauty so I could apply it to the sum totality of all the pros and cons combined. To encapsulate the scaled symmetry.
Stood before the desire lines on an idle Tuesday, only today your hands hold the weight instead of your head. Scathe the spectrum and step let soles decide and in all directions my spirit reside.
The Secrets We Keep
Posted: August 19, 2010 Filed under: Note Book Diary Scetches | Tags: Note Book Diary Scetches Leave a comment »The Secrets We Keep
Like I woke up at 6:30am just so I could smoke and suck in the solitude of the dawn fog seducing the mountains.
The Secrets We Keep locked in our skulls like lightening flashes in a thought storm instantly dismissed leaving no thought nor scent but a subtle electricity in the air.
I am high – he is at work
Secrets to keep that are nothing special
Still, I hold onto it at 5am in the solitude of my living room.
Notes jotted on Feb 28th 09
Posted: August 14, 2010 Filed under: Note Book Diary Scetches | Tags: Note Book Diary Scetches, poetry Leave a comment »A writer lost for words. What thoughts had today?
None but saw a violet orchid delicate as tracing paper hanging from a vine.
It stood out still, as
I passed…
The move to Asheville
Posted: July 18, 2010 Filed under: Note Book Diary Scetches | Tags: Creative Writing, My Life, Note Book Diary Scetches, poetry Leave a comment »mirror clear river sunsets Go north into The Night
chase the pinhole wanting to pear through rash decisions to move
1. from beach to maintain verdant star terrain into immensity in a Penski truck on a good Friday in temperate weather
2. by palm ways fingers speak to sound my center circumference.
Rash decisions will lead
- close their lips, open eye
maybe you will be where you came from or maybe you will turn around or maybe
become the LORD of your ring
2nd April in motel moving to North Carolina…Ashville. Night one. Father upset and feet wandering into a six month lease with Micheal Laska. Poetry melons should bea blooming up in spirals with ideas of novels as in a movie
we must all go hunt out the fruit for ourselves. It makes us ripe, toes to ripple of orange bud lips. Energy spark owl dreams to interlock mist rays on your forehead in the breaking of dawn when you can still see the stars, that’s when you capture…blank but for the seconds lost… Hold it for a moment. I remember when the sun beamed across your forehead while you were sleeping and I was watching you sleep.
We bring the change to come as we challenge it climbing hills for glory or maybe just to enjoy the view from a new geology. Sift through the notes fluid as oceanic particles to move to a new wave. Foamy crowns least not forget crystals in the blood so keep your energy good positive tongues and knees
- listen to compass winds
- eddies make eyes for natures reclaim
- trust in the good
Trust in the eternal being within our hearts to map the Quest.
june 16th 10 Past is the present that makes our future
Posted: June 16, 2010 Filed under: Note Book Diary Scetches | Tags: My Life Leave a comment »I came across an old diary, old poems, old emails…from two years ago.. a year ago… time bleeds and colours the days. Each time has felt like an eternity, each eternity a number of days, a life and the future is full of lives. The rope that burns my palms needn’t if I trust in my infinite sole.
Reading over the words of yesterday brought back the emotions…the change, the loss, the soulful GPS that repositioned and since then I’ve spun out out out out… Looking back in the rear view mirror I noticed an eternity. Look forward an eternity lays languid as watery sunshine caught between concrete, city and sky.
Sorrow takes flight, sparrows form clouds and fly in formations…all is never lost only held forever. Forever builds today’s foundation.
Last night I started watching True Blood and loved it. Vampires are the new thought boat. Think of them metaphorically and audit my energy, I don’t want to let anyone drain me. Think of NYC everyday. London was last nights dream. NYC will be tomorrow’s. Today my eyes escape into the mountains, I listen to the ‘doo de doo do dar’ of Southern Americans and ate chicken, biscuits and gravy for breakfast.
Bella
Posted: January 3, 2010 Filed under: Note Book Diary Scetches | Tags: Dog, pets, Random Thoughts Leave a comment »
I look into my dog’s eyes and think somebody is definitely in there. Inside her floppy eared canine head, a voice responds and I forget she cannot speak. She sits like a little prophet gazing out the window over the city. She sleeps by my side and sometimes we spoon and she wakes me with her snores and farts – true companionship. My two feet are now six. Her brow has wrinkles like a sandy shoreline and I think of her as my silent sage until she licks her ass and I am reminded of the animal in us all.
Home
Posted: December 28, 2009 Filed under: Note Book Diary Scetches | Tags: My Life Leave a comment »Which do you prefer? England or America?
To which I respond:
It’s like asking to compare a circle to a square.
Both are shapes I have taken
and call Home.
Note to self
Posted: June 18, 2009 Filed under: Note Book Diary Scetches | Tags: Life, Note Book Diary Scetches, thought Leave a comment »Patience and Timing…
