Thursday, November 29, 2007

fairy tales

If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales.
If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.

-Albert Einstein

Tuesday, November 27, 2007


He who can no longer pause to wonder
and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead;
his eyes are closed.

-Albert Einstein

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Dream-maculate (or the dream stained sky)

Are you listening my friend?
You know how much I hate these good byes
im willing to bide my time
but to do it every night
turns the lights of life into a whirligig—
taking lovers and dreamers for a spin

At only 12 degrees per day
you tease us until you show us your face
coming out in full bloom
exposing all the goods in your nude
make the nocturnal all weird and crazy
screams and moans through peeks and troughs
resound back and forth all over town

now that were past the waxing phase
lubricated and ready—

(Are you listening?)
You know how much I hate these goodbyes
(are you just being polite)
Are you being naughty or nice?
Are you dissembling?
You said you dont lie...
So, please don’t hurt me again tonight—
go slowly

Do tell
are you are tied to someone else?
or are you just a being a big flirt
Is this just a midnight tryst?
You say you want to be with me
but I feel the burn from the torque of your mind
spinning outside you and I

Is this your consolation?
the stars in my sky
as if sparkly tears bequeathed
like precious pearls falling down
collecting daily treasures
into the basket of my soul to sooth my heart aches

Even though
you know how much I hate these good byes
you still do it anyways every night

Maybe—maybe your a mute
blind and deaf to my desires
cus nobody could so cold hearted
or maybe you are the Roman goddess
dotting my dreams
but your body feels more like a giant iceberg
forever in my trajectory in space

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Soda Pop Dreams

Friday, November 16, 2007


Sunday, November 11, 2007

self portrait