Tuesday, September 9, 2008

tommy vs. the storm

September likes to call on me for many different things
it's tossing me in to a storm without a life jacket
to see what fun it brings
what it can't see, is that inside me, I'm really not that strong
there's a little boy, a little heart, and a little voice that sings
this tiny little song

Monday, September 8, 2008

lake














a time and place for discussion.


impassable love

an impassable love that is buried within me.
i think you've done your part without trying.
i could swim through the pacific,
i could do a great many things.
it would be a hell of a lot easier than forgetting you and all of your beauty.
but for this impassable feeling that exists in the room,
when we are not alone.
when i'm away from home.
i can't hide.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

a fire















a fire

I've reincarnated in to the same life.
But I've got love for it once more.
And I've got something to dream for.
Bring on the rain and snow.
Attack me from the sky.
I'm not afraid.
Barrage me from all sides.
It's all good today.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Tiny Fawn?


Haven't posted for a while.

Paint colour, Tiny Fawn
Direction>> My bedroom walls...

Today felt a bit like autumn....hmmm

Is it going to stop raining?

Yes, is the answer. And when it does I will want it to rain some more.

New found love for scones. New found love for old things that have been forgotten.

Many things that seemed important when I was small don't carry any weight at all anymore. Little things.

What's a fawn?

Sunday, July 6, 2008


By the blue house.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

july, boom

there are places we've left behind. black hair in the wind.
on a beach i saw her face. in the blue and grey she smiled.
it was brief.
i give my lungs the air they need. they give me a gift from within.
i'm gone if you're gone. and i am always wrong.
i'm no soloist dancing on the street.
we're in a storm. but we're a team.
we're no conductors of electricity.
we're no heroes. although we yield heavy guns.
let's get the song on with new strings.
i give the harmony part away. i'll stay subtle.
this is no rehearsed piece of work.
this is turning shallows into an ocean.
soft breeze becomes a screaming force.
i will build the windmill. and we can flee once more.