Posted by on April 23, 2014
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Sometimes, they come true…

I wish… So much, but most of all I wish I could be what everyone needs me to be, a rock, a wall, a lover and a fighter. Protector and deflector, truth in the dark.. And light in the shade. Protection from sin and sand, the tortures of the land- but flesh and frail bones is all I can be… Yet maybe, its all anyone needs…

blog is back

Posted by on March 26, 2014
the night, wisdom / No Comments

If I had a formula for bypassing trouble, I would not pass it round. Trouble creates a capacity to handle it. I don’t embrace trouble; that’s as bad as treating it as an enemy. But I do say meet it as a friend, for you’ll see a lot of it and had better be on speaking terms with it.

~Oliver Wendell Holmes


Posted by on March 08, 2014
music, the night / No Comments

This is a new song and video from Coldplay, it is new Coldplay…a lot different from their old stuff I think- and a fantastic song and video. Enjoy…

compulsively creative

Posted by on February 28, 2014
journal, life, wisdom / No Comments

I have switched back to an older version (theme) of insomniak- I really love this one as it has a lot of cool features, like the mini blog in the sidebar. I really need to start writing daily again, so I hope you all enjoy my musings. As usual I will post poems, short stories, photos and images of my art- but I will also start posting short updates about my life in general. I think it is important to reflect on ones life, and what better way to do that then with the typed word and openly for otehr to read… I’d like to say I’m an open book, but thats not true- though I will try to be a transparent as possible.

Please feel free to send me questions that you may have… I give good advice believe it or not, so I am here to help you if your in a dark place as I have been in many myself: or maybe you just want to share something special that happened to you… and maybe I will share your story in one of my posts. Life is beautiful friends, live it to the fullest because you only get one shot and no misses. IO will leave you with a quote:

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

~William Shakespeare

universal flow

Posted by on February 27, 2014
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Synergistic flow as I got forward slow without a place set, just traveling on a whim without a care- rare is it these chances of peace, leased time from the universe to explore all kind and pay no mind to those who try and detour.

Magical and almost divine, listening to the soft melodic wind chime on metal and glass- alas, i reach no where and feel complete, worry free but worried still, will I get this chance again: random chances, subtle dances.


Posted by on November 25, 2013
shorts, tales, the night / No Comments

From where I stood to you I could not be seen; just another lost soul roaming the streets. From afar- your beauty still caught my eye and made me smile, and made my heart flutter. If I would approach you I was sure to stutter, and my words would come out mumble jumbled.

Skip over the street, stumbling and knees weak. I slide along side of you, discreet and out of your view. You turn around and spot me there, frozen- and my gaze locked on your eyes. Emerald green with a sparkle from the nights moon, a temptress that within me made my heart swoon.

Within a beat of my heart, now at pace with each passing second quickened, inches from me you took up presence. Whispers in my ear in a tongue unknown to I, yet with each poetic word and understanding took hold within my mind. The hairs on the nape of my neck stood alert as with ancient precision sharp fangs sunk into my flesh and began to steal away my life blood.

Oh merciful beautiful angelic beast of the night, you have left me but only once as I once was yet renewed as something even more than I ever was in total. Deaths embrace holds tight as I now lurk in the same shadows where I saw you that fateful night, a never ending process to maintain this half life I live in your image, yet despair behind thick curtains in dark rooms.

A thief of life, living in death…

lead astray

Posted by on October 04, 2013
photography, poetry, the night / No Comments

Dark paths can lead to unknown places that may be crowded with evil faces. Down these dark paths answers may lie to questions kept deep inside; risky to travel, but perhaps worth a try. A blunder once made by I, who followed a dark witch by the hand down such a path, and she bled my heart dry.

in the slipstream

Posted by on September 19, 2013
life, poetry, the night / No Comments

In the slipstream of life we all flow at a pace that is proportional to the actions we make, the paths that we take- the lies we tell, or the truths we fake. Friendships, relationships- may slow or speed our trip, but once at journey’s end and the slipstream set us free we can only hope to be remembered by how we wanted to be.

apology, to my shooting star…

Posted by on January 01, 2013
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Sometimes I just cant say what I mean, or mean what I say.  This causes me pain, and I’m sure it does to you as well… all I can say is:

I’m sorry for the lies I told that may not have been true… I’m sorry for the way I am sometimes, I probably don’t deserve you. I still think your a star, and you deserve all you want and desire- and maybe one day I can light your fire. This is real, the only way I can truly speak, otherwise I sound like a fool and come off weak- but I am strong,and a rock you can lean on when you need to-and maybe I just need someone like you…

sinners lament…

Posted by on September 12, 2012
poetry, the night / No Comments

The power of Sin, it’s weight too heavy too bear…

The pitch of the night made sight near impossible and more improbable the hope to find what I had lost; thus I shall have to pay the cost for such a blunder, loneliness and torture in the deep under, were he slumbers… His power over all an eternal struggle, one I could not fight nor win… for far too great was my Sin.

sprout, rise in the am…

Posted by on July 09, 2012
art, photography, the day, wisdom / No Comments

Morning rays wash over the dewy grass and weeds scattered about. A view from its perspective, not much different from ares… just a really still life, I hear plants are master mediators.

Assume your power and right to make this day better than the one before, dwell not on the what if; think what next. Momentum carries you, just like time grows the weed from the soil, and it becomes a flash in the memory of the earth; we, are not much different. Snapshot memories, all we have to be remembered with, and someday lost, and at what cost?

to reach our destiny

Posted by on July 01, 2012
poetry, the day / No Comments

The summer air brings with it inspiration, another short poem to enjoy.

The wind blows a fresh cool breeze that brings flower scent,
her arm around me, safe from abandonment.

Walking together on this path that leads to our destiny,
snapshot memories only remain of who we both use to be.

In unison we step, each footfall in sync yet free,
Our destination may just be out of reach…
yet carry on this path we must, and prove wrong all their ill speech..

bridge to a place unknown

Posted by on June 05, 2012
art, the day, wisdom / No Comments

“When wondering through woods unknown, one may find a bridge to a place unknown… take that path, over the bridge; what you may find may bring you joy, or make you cringe…”

angelic kisses

Posted by on June 04, 2012
poetry, the night / No Comments

Wow, it has been some time since I have added a new post, so I figure I will give you some poetic stimulation to enjoy.

When she gives me that look I chill,
and with her soft touch she could Kill.

I feel like I’ve met her before,
and now I’m afraid of what’s behind that door.

Then she whispers to me, “It will be okay.”
Her soft words calm me, so I stay.

Awoken by kisses that only an Angel could give,
and then I knew she was my reason to Live.

I gently kiss her forhead and say,
“I’ve been waiting my whole life for this Day.”

Well, to be honest… that very same angel, left me wanting. Wanting fresh angelic kisses, oh will she ever touch my lips with her euphoric kisses again…

these times…

Posted by on March 31, 2012
life, poetry, shorts, tales, the night / No Comments

These days, these times. These moments that come and go, but linger so. Half dreamt, and never fully remembered– these times. Snippets and snapshots, melting thought. Searching for some truth that maybe cannot be realized, or maybe it can=– just down these pills in my hand. Ah, clarity from chaos. These times, these days, life lessons surrounded by haze.