Caught this photo today, of a bird taking flight. #LiftOff
Embrace insanity just long enough to catch the strings of thought, thread them through the needle of diligence, and stitch them into reality.
Threads of Inspiration
Carve out your places in life. Burrow in the cracks and crevices where inspiration grows, Open the mountains and mine the estuaries of thought and diligence reserved, Catch the drifting threads. Wind caught scents that swirl and catch, absorb and fill the dry, Soak...
Maxims for an Agile Product Manager
Grok your customer Simplicity is sophistication Remember your sacrifices, revisit, and revise Break the rules to make the right product Alternate between Olympus and the anthill, perspective is king
It's easy to become lost within the accuracy of perception and loose the essence. We live in a world of ambiguity haunted by facts.
Reading on the Road
Late night.
Going to see my wife today. See you Monday Seattle.
Vivace. Thanks Adam!
Saw this while taking a walk in seattle. Someday…
I miss you my wife.
From my office in Seattle
Are we candle stick makers or are we writers to their light? Are we critics of critics, or authors of our own opinions?
Are we candle stick makers or are we writers to their light? Are we critics of critics, or authors of our own opinions? – Cheers MM
Flame and glass
Chanukah
Cat on my balcony
Nice El Camino in Ventura CA
Hey ho George!
Coke :)
A Lonely Beer
Did an over exposure out the car ;)
Mmm, mints.
Rock on Lolly! #tribute
Just a coke ;)
Cats in motion! Love the blurry babies tung sticking out.
Google towels?
Life is stranger than fiction… And I can think of some weird #%^*
My lady in gauntlets… Spoon is unresolved.
It was a good day at the ren-fair.
Tattoos and Perfection
Locusts down to the bone on my right shoulder, bees building a lunar lander on my left A laser carved lotus now rests in budah’s hand, Soon trees will turn the gears in the ruins of our fears. May we...
This is Heaven & The Gelatenous Cube
Somehow I’ve escaped the world between firm perceptions (That gray mass of questions and misdirections.) I’ve lived in the gelatinous cube and survived… Now I’m nude, armor left behind. I don’t know about you, but fantasy and lucid dreams have...
Practicing Grammer but Obviously Not Spelling
It’s the lion’s choice It’s Christmas Its color was brown It’s my turn to drive Its tiny hand held mine It’s the reason we’re together We’re alone finally Were you happy? Just practicing my: it’s / its / were /...
Is it obvious how I've changed? If poetry is a mirror for mind, I say yes. I've found structure within my chaos. Inevitable perhaps... Inevitably human.
Is it obvious how I’ve changed? If poetry is a mirror for mind, I say yes. I’ve found structure within my chaos Inevitable perhaps… Inevitably human.
Cat art
I discovered this little masterpiece left behind by a destructive feline. An overturned plant was left nearby.
Spider plants
My little children. One of my experiments with fish tank grown plants. Worked out quite well. I miss my little spiders.
Grifting Abandon
While my responsibility drives, Shouting obscenities at passersbys, I’m in the back seat, window down Air surfing with my hand. I’m ball dancing through a window, With a twist, our cupped hands made fist, We waltz through glass shards shimmering...
Wordle – Poem En’ Mass
This is a visual representation of my word use in all of my poems in the last year or so. Some of my more repetitive poems influenced the outcome. But otherwise it’s quite interesting.
Cradle Generation
I’ve spun the marry-go-round hard. Wrapped my legs around the bars, Trusting momentum, back to the air My arms flayed, chest to the sun. Vision blurred, head in the stars. What I haven’t done to feel. We’re the cradle generation,...
Homage to Patriotism
The American Flag hangs over my desk for the first time, It’s wrinkled and missing a few stars. There was a empty pang in my stomach while hanging it. My social awareness of white pride, rural rednecks implied… Last time...
Duality
If I’m to be between The world in my head. And the world as we collectively see it. So be it. I’ve got a barefoot on the one foot, And I’ve a misfit tube sock too tight on the two...
What We’ll Have
I’ve built us a cathedral from sandwich toothpicks, Sipping tea, stuffing soggy envelopes that seal themselves, I sent the mayoed pickles to refugees. ‘sigh’ Forbid they be an aquired taist! For fear my fickle fancys request they send them back...
Notes falling daffidly failing with moments of udder bliss, A mixed concerto of rediscovery, failures and sucess
It just sits there, in the corner. Huntched… curled into a shadow. In a black coffin. In a insane stupor, he cradled it Pieced it back to gather again Its golden body in his arms, Only to let it sing...
Short Song
Just something I’ve been working on… I clipped it together so it would sound like it’s finished. I’m not even really sure its all about the same thing… so good luck trying to make some sort of interpretation out of...
Art Inspired Nonsese, Nonsense Inpired Art
Dunking Donut f*ck I can’t remember a time I forgot something that hurt. What’s the best formula for disaster I’m plasterd with a casting line of fish nets Set to suck me into the water wet, Dreams of empty pie...
Wet dirt from a summer hose wafts by in a gust of air, The burst of a cold strawbery, the solid cold grasping teath Desert lips moist citrus sting soothing...
Savoring ideas My finger runs across the splinter grained wood, Wet dirt from a summer hose wafts by in a gust of air, The burst of a cold strawbery, the solid cold grasping teath Desert lips moist citrus sting soothing…...
Doomed to Fly
We connoisseurs of fantasy Who dress in different destinies and dreams How we love to… Imagine. Myself is only tangible With four fingers Clinging to the cliff of identity My mirror, memories And reflections in others eyes One finger fatigued...
Blushing Chaos
Shall we dual with pistols or rapier Chaos? You load my dice and blow on them too! ::Swoon:: How deceptive of you. But you see… I’m too clever for you Chaos. You painted mask for primal law… Excuse for patterns...
Imperfection Confection
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"Sometimes I lie just to be myself."
I found this, poem/narrative that I wrote six months ago and in retrospect I think it think it provides some perspective into the feelings I was having at that time. The title to this post is a line from another...
I don’t want to be remembered in ten foot tall print. I wish to be whispered about, passed secretly under desks, To live in smirks, and winks, and secret handshakes, Not in spirit, or blood, But in life, humanity itself.
A steady trickle of courage leaks from an infinite dam, Moving through the dry heaving cracks of this nation, Saturating the minds of children and aspiring world leaders, Nourishing intellect, community, and self expression.Could we be so brave? Could we...
NYC Part II
I escaped TV land to the streets with my new found geek companions. My Rolodex was full of numbers the potentialist inside me screamed to possess but I’d likely never call. As we treaded to Nintendo World a memory bubble...
Typewriters, Locusts & Honey Bee’s
So I bought a typewriter for $13 at the Thrift store. There is something so elegant about typewriters, they feel so soulful next to computers. The faded locust faintly in the background of the text above is something I drew...
/\/\3tA-3m0
I had a tarot reading done for me tonight. You should ask me about it. Below is a emo/nacacistic photo shoot I did in tribute to my now functioning web cam in linux. The cover photo took a bit of...
Woman & Child
Love at First Type
There’s no love at first sight for computer geeks. It use to be that a man looked for a woman with a particular set of skills, that was generally expected for all women to have, and a woman looked for...
This is my 2:26AM Creation
Not much to say about this one. Watch it. Its rough, but I’m improving… at video editing that is. Learning is exponential. Everything builds off everything else. The trick is finding where things overlap. This is video is a sort...
A Helthy Dose of Optimism
“This is just the beginning,” Margie exasperated, “Why do you have to be so glum Gerald, talking about us like we’ve been together for years,” her fists rest on her hips as she stares at him, her face holding back...
Modisty
I’ve been camping by the ocean for too long. The sand’s cracked my feet and the sun’s too hot. It’s epiphany, not love, that ties me to the bedpost It was my dreams that tightened the knot, I can’t stop....
We did drawings in class, of real objects... I would ask people to switch seats with me so I could get the perspective that showed the most depth. I was in fourth grade. I got scared and then I quit. I didn't draw realism again for eight years.
I wonder when I will stop dreaming. I think I’ve got it. I have it. Now. I love the appearance of compounding sentences. They read like a mantra. Very Soothing. Sweet. I wish that this blasted text box was created...
Culture and Creation
There are many different kinds of culture. For a moment in my time at Parkfield I made a connection in my mind, an epiphany if you please. “My standard definition of culture is too narrow.” I realized that any group...
Consumption of a Tidal Mind
I’ve never painted with colors really. So lets just say abstract was not really a choice ::winks::
Geschlecht und Fahrräder
I had the word Fahrrader stuck in my head while making this.
Wacom
I’ve been lusting for a Wacom tablet for god knows how many years. It is basically a pen and a writing pad that translates your motions and pen pressure to the computer. In a wild foray into San Jose involving...
A Dream Worth Striving For
Oh music. I just watched a French film entitled “The Chorus.” Obviously this isn’t its native title, it’s the bastardized American translation of the equally generic French title “Les Choristes.” In reading the box, I found the plot to be...
Soup in the Snow
Wheres the naivety I was promised. I just feel this listlessness. Its akin to the sickness felt from laying in bed too long. I love laying in bed… it takes me a really long time to feel like that. Is...
The Relms of the Unreal
I happened upon this amazing man. Henry Darger. Who wrote a 15,000 page novel about seven beautiful little girls. The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What is known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinnian War Storm,...
This is a better answer.
“Faith.” This is my revised answer to any and all questions asked of me. It is an answer not caught up in the unnecessary complexity’s we impose on existence. There are six streams of water in the center circle of...
Write me a poem with images so visceral I feel as you did while you wrote it.
Congratulations. Despite the ambiguity of meaning within the stanzas, as a whole your poem makes sense. It’s a powerful collection of concepts. It’s a good start. Now write me a poem with images so visceral I feel as you did...
Maybe I'm that little bit of truth in the abstract.
Must a critic be themselves criticized in order to be respected? Poetry is like a drawing. You can spend hours making it perfect, like a photograph. There are people who do this. Realists. I’m a realist. Poems can be like abstract art...
The Fish of Many Shades of Gray
I am king, Of a pond of perception Just large enough to see my reflection. I decree that someday I will be swallowed whole, And in time I’ll become the sea, And eventually the stars. In the mean time… For...