Sometimes I feel as if I've forgotten something.
Something important...and I sit here and try to figure it out.
But I am expert on pushing problems to the back of my mind
so I can smile as if nothing was wrong.
But all the while the problem festers in the attic of my cranium.
Hell, I might as well keep pushing them back further into dusty corners.
It's all the same. The death of my soul, little by little, draws nearer.
END
Friday, May 30, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
A Poem I Wrote
Fallen Angel
A breath of frozen ice
Filmy, white frost in the air
She breathes…in…out
A safe haven inside,
She is not there
The boys, peeking at her through the tiny cracked window
Made of glass
Frost forms on the transparent surface, condensation for them to trace shapes in
A happy scene of family togetherness
But that girl lies there on the snow-packed ground
Outside that lovely haven
Helpless in the endless white expanse
Her wings heavy with snow
The boys, this time peeking through the door
A hole right in the middle where the wind whistles through on the best of days
Then – the door opens
The boys, cautious and silent, make their way across the path to the tree
The white birch fallen, its roots torn from the ground
They touch her bark tenderly and lift her, the snow falling from her branches
Which flap like the wings of an angel
She returns to her glorious height
And the rays of the sun shine through the gaps.
A breath of frozen ice
Filmy, white frost in the air
She breathes…in…out
A safe haven inside,
She is not there
The boys, peeking at her through the tiny cracked window
Made of glass
Frost forms on the transparent surface, condensation for them to trace shapes in
A happy scene of family togetherness
But that girl lies there on the snow-packed ground
Outside that lovely haven
Helpless in the endless white expanse
Her wings heavy with snow
The boys, this time peeking through the door
A hole right in the middle where the wind whistles through on the best of days
Then – the door opens
The boys, cautious and silent, make their way across the path to the tree
The white birch fallen, its roots torn from the ground
They touch her bark tenderly and lift her, the snow falling from her branches
Which flap like the wings of an angel
She returns to her glorious height
And the rays of the sun shine through the gaps.
Diary of Zero and Yuki
"The Diary of Jane" - Breaking Benjamin
And this is a reminder that the anime of VK is out!!!!
On youtube there are some translated episodes.
And this is a reminder that the anime of VK is out!!!!
On youtube there are some translated episodes.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
VERBOBALA
Here I am again. VERBOBALA is a performance poetry group who combine video, sound, and spoken poetry. Their messages are very powerful and their performances are brilliant (not to mention the poetry itself). If you would like to learn more about them, go to this website: http://www.verbobala.com/about/
Three Times El Buho Speaks
Three Times El Buho Speaks
Friday, March 28, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Blogosphere
Yes, that's right...the blogosphere.
There's a report on the development of blogging throughout the past few years.
I thought it was pretty interesting.
I bet some of you bloggers out there would like to see this report.
http://www.sifry.com/stateoftheliveweb/
There's a report on the development of blogging throughout the past few years.
I thought it was pretty interesting.
I bet some of you bloggers out there would like to see this report.
http://www.sifry.com/stateoftheliveweb/
A LAMP!
Anyone want something to do with those old scratched cd's you keep around your house in those cobwebby corners? There is a solution.
Go here to learn how to make a Cd Lamp.
http://photocreations.ca/cd_lamp/
Go here to learn how to make a Cd Lamp.
http://photocreations.ca/cd_lamp/
Friday, March 14, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
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