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.
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.
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...
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…...
Imperfection Confection
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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...
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...
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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...
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...
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.
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...