Only magic preys
on night
sheepishly...
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
no getting away
"We will have total control of you"
Hey you bad dream, nightmare
cross eyed vision of the dull burning past
go away
Hey you lustful enticing glimpse of the future,
of uncertainty
don't tease me...
just fade away.
You're both strangers to me today
Tension, Tension
Who's really crossed the line?
There's something wrong in the atmosphere
There's a price paid for being here...
parasites picking away at our bones...
clawing at our souls...
we're left ravaged and in fear,
wilted, but beyond control...
on the frontier...
just rolling stones.
Hey you bad dream, nightmare
cross eyed vision of the dull burning past
go away
Hey you lustful enticing glimpse of the future,
of uncertainty
don't tease me...
just fade away.
You're both strangers to me today
Tension, Tension
Who's really crossed the line?
There's something wrong in the atmosphere
There's a price paid for being here...
parasites picking away at our bones...
clawing at our souls...
we're left ravaged and in fear,
wilted, but beyond control...
on the frontier...
just rolling stones.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Cheap Gas
Things haven't improved much in the last four years. The economy is still in the toilet, gas prices are still higher than they should be, and the jobs that went away haven't come back.
It's time we try something new.
It's time we thought differently and faced a new reality.
If we don't, the peril we face is of our own making.
It's time we try something new.
It's time we thought differently and faced a new reality.
If we don't, the peril we face is of our own making.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Low tide and clouds
Cell phones are transforming photography. These small devices are capturing the world around us in exciting new ways scarcely imagined five years ago.
They've removed the need to be tied to a computer to share with the world, and made photography much more spontaneous.
I trust that tablets will take this transformation a step further.
They've removed the need to be tied to a computer to share with the world, and made photography much more spontaneous.
I trust that tablets will take this transformation a step further.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Breaking things
It seems like we really should have been paying attention to the man behind the curtain.
If we had, we wouldn't be in the jam we're in today.
The economy is in shambles, and we're at a point where we just can't seem to pick up the pieces and put it all back together. Call it a state of denial.
Until we can take a long hard look at ourselves, admit our mistakes, and prioritize our energies, things will continue to fall apart.
If we had, we wouldn't be in the jam we're in today.
The economy is in shambles, and we're at a point where we just can't seem to pick up the pieces and put it all back together. Call it a state of denial.
Until we can take a long hard look at ourselves, admit our mistakes, and prioritize our energies, things will continue to fall apart.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Moved on
going to chase other dreams,
going to see other places,
while the tides are in my favor.
going to see other places,
while the tides are in my favor.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
I fall to pieces
They say time will heal,
and that the heart forgets,
the sorrow and the pain...
that love begets.
does it?
and that the heart forgets,
the sorrow and the pain...
that love begets.
does it?
Friday, March 23, 2012
Right at home
It's as if you were always there,
an immovable force...
my connection.
an immovable force...
my connection.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Since you've been gone
Dipping fingers into the black tides of the sea
The time is right
The hour is now
desire, desire,
deep rooted destiny.
Running,
Running,
Depleted resources
Visions,
Visions,
coming into focus
Extortion, Explanation, Exclamation,
conspiracy hot on the horizon
Sages done fast...
The time is right
The hour is now
desire, desire,
deep rooted destiny.
Running,
Running,
Depleted resources
Visions,
Visions,
coming into focus
Extortion, Explanation, Exclamation,
conspiracy hot on the horizon
Sages done fast...
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
There goes the hood
Seems everywhere you turn,
something's falling apart...
something's falling apart...
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
She hears voices
Her thoughts are
dusty antiques..
matters of the heart
now obsolete,
their expression
cold and indiscreet...
chained down,
preserved for display...
a silhouette that moves
with the waning day ...
dusty antiques..
matters of the heart
now obsolete,
their expression
cold and indiscreet...
chained down,
preserved for display...
a silhouette that moves
with the waning day ...
Monday, March 19, 2012
Touch the prize
and when it's all over,
does it matter that we worked,
and we cried,
that we loved,
that we tried,
as we sold our precious time,
for this is how we died...
does it matter that we worked,
and we cried,
that we loved,
that we tried,
as we sold our precious time,
for this is how we died...
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Verizon Crew
Given the shift in our economy, and the exploding growth in wireless...
Let's hope for some expanding infrastructure. Without it, we're in big trouble.
Let's hope for some expanding infrastructure. Without it, we're in big trouble.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Wave warning
We need protection from ourselves...
We heed not warnings,
nor recollections...
danger just one of many spells,
we fall for again and again....
We heed not warnings,
nor recollections...
danger just one of many spells,
we fall for again and again....
Friday, March 16, 2012
At the office
Distorted connections
that suck up life...
Promises adding up
to nothing...
it's lies and strife
that win elections....
that suck up life...
Promises adding up
to nothing...
it's lies and strife
that win elections....
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Raining in Lebec
It was a sad day,
lonely and quiet...
everything hanging still,
under gray...
lonely and quiet...
everything hanging still,
under gray...
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Coffee Shack
A little something to get the day started.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
I don't know why
The pieces don't always fit back together.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Worse for the Wear
There's an old woman rocking in the attic,
She's watching form the tiny window,
with a grin she knows your dark secrets.
Her dust laden chair clicks off measures of time, your life...
The pool of reflection is glazed over,
your path is straight...
she's waiting for you to join her...
She's watching form the tiny window,
with a grin she knows your dark secrets.
Her dust laden chair clicks off measures of time, your life...
The pool of reflection is glazed over,
your path is straight...
she's waiting for you to join her...
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Pizzs
The silence upon the place bothered me,
it even smelled quiet...
This is what the world has come to be,
a land of desolate catastrophe...
it even smelled quiet...
This is what the world has come to be,
a land of desolate catastrophe...
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Down in the Valley
Headed out for a bit to explore green pastures and bask in silence...
Friday, March 9, 2012
For Repairs
There's a beauty in the everyday that we tend to overlook. A camera can help change that a little bit.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Off the grid
Make no mistake about it...
people have fallen through the cracks,
we've lost our way and have yet to do the things needed to adapt a changed world and put the great recession behind us.
people have fallen through the cracks,
we've lost our way and have yet to do the things needed to adapt a changed world and put the great recession behind us.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Behind closed doors
My time has been consumed
by things standing in the way,,,
imagination on hold,
locked away...
dark and cold...
waiting for the light of day.
by things standing in the way,,,
imagination on hold,
locked away...
dark and cold...
waiting for the light of day.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
In a hurry
Fast and faster,
left and right,
I chase the ball,
I wag my tail...
left and right,
I chase the ball,
I wag my tail...
Monday, March 5, 2012
Before they disappeared
Can you hear them singing,
or see them running?
Chasing after love,
gone, running scales,
like poets with guitars,
the beat fades...
or see them running?
Chasing after love,
gone, running scales,
like poets with guitars,
the beat fades...
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Bar Open
"Bartender, my I have another Stoley and soda with one lime, please?"
"Sure, but that'll be the last. We're closing soon."
Mona knew the place was closing. That was the reason she didn't wait for the cocktail waitress. She knew if she waited she would have never gotten another drink, and she needed that drink so she could sleep.
She was upset. She sat and thought, smoke drifting softly from her mouth. "He should have called me. Why didn't he call? The bastard doesn't love me! He's just like Stan."
She was on the verge of crying, but fought back the tears. She didn't want to redo her makeup. "Damn Stan, we should have gotten married, but how was I to know he didn't want children? I'm thirty-five, I don't want to be alone forever. I miss Stan, he was good to me, we had so much fun together, but it's too late for that."
Too late it was, she couldn't look back. She knew that, it was just a silly little habit of hers that she couldn't help. It just crept up from time to time. The past. She had to think ahead, of today, and her plans of moving on with her new "gentleman", but where was he?
She lit one last cigarette, and finished her drink. Time to call it an evening. She felt better, if that's what the numbness was. She knew it was time to go.
Her Art Deco surroundings had become indistinct, a nightly occurrence.
Out front she waited for the valet to bring her car. Teetering a little, she smiled and thought about how good it is to have the best of everything.
"Sure, but that'll be the last. We're closing soon."
Mona knew the place was closing. That was the reason she didn't wait for the cocktail waitress. She knew if she waited she would have never gotten another drink, and she needed that drink so she could sleep.
She was upset. She sat and thought, smoke drifting softly from her mouth. "He should have called me. Why didn't he call? The bastard doesn't love me! He's just like Stan."
She was on the verge of crying, but fought back the tears. She didn't want to redo her makeup. "Damn Stan, we should have gotten married, but how was I to know he didn't want children? I'm thirty-five, I don't want to be alone forever. I miss Stan, he was good to me, we had so much fun together, but it's too late for that."
Too late it was, she couldn't look back. She knew that, it was just a silly little habit of hers that she couldn't help. It just crept up from time to time. The past. She had to think ahead, of today, and her plans of moving on with her new "gentleman", but where was he?
She lit one last cigarette, and finished her drink. Time to call it an evening. She felt better, if that's what the numbness was. She knew it was time to go.
Her Art Deco surroundings had become indistinct, a nightly occurrence.
Out front she waited for the valet to bring her car. Teetering a little, she smiled and thought about how good it is to have the best of everything.
It's a habit
Who's picking up the mess
of broken toys left behind
of broken lives lived in pantomime
of factory fun
as new digits roll across
T.V. screens
everyone is running just trying
to keep pace
new breakthroughs throwing life
obsolete around
and pushing balance underground
everything is video
the stories are worn
and jumbled
all as small as
the missed world
there's no understanding
any of this....
of broken toys left behind
of broken lives lived in pantomime
of factory fun
as new digits roll across
T.V. screens
everyone is running just trying
to keep pace
new breakthroughs throwing life
obsolete around
and pushing balance underground
everything is video
the stories are worn
and jumbled
all as small as
the missed world
there's no understanding
any of this....
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
Still Hesitation
Like dreams that hide below our waking thoughts...
Thursday, March 1, 2012
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