Art of the Mundane (read the rules!)

Do you recognize true beauty

That which we feel in our hearts
Long before it comes into view

The warmth of each color
Presented by their hue

I still hear them warn
The voices from the past
Plant not the black seeds
Do and your farm won’t last

They are dead they say
The words boom ominous
Hear not what we tell
And be it ruinous

She comes to me in the night
Tapping lightly at the window
Tugging firmly at my heart

I know I shouldn’t let her in
She plays on my weaknesses
She knows I can’t resist

Always feeding
Always needing

A farewell from good Patrick
Who has served me well once more
Soda bread from his Misses
And Ale from his private store

Transport me
Lunar escort
Do not cease

Reward my
Midnight gazin
Grant me peace

11/28/11

In the beginning it was just a flicker
I mistook it for a sparkle in my eye

But this was no glimmer of hope
No light of inspiration

Reality is what it is!
You may accept it and enjoy your day
Or you can combat it
Ending up consumed by the battle
never seeing today’s truth and beauty

It seems the older I get, stepping further into middle age, the more I long for the simplicity of my youth. I find myself drawn to the way things used to be. Crisp, sweet, chemical scented film as it…

Step 1:
Acquire an empty wine box (or if you dare empty it yourself or better yet with Hoalohas)

Step 2:
Slice box to desired shape (probably can get 3 maybe 4 frames depending on width and shape)

_{for ev}…

Let’s say we don’t run away.
Let’s curl up right here
In our home we will stay.
Freedom is easy to find
It’s lurking inside
The walls of your mind.
You cannot flee far from yourself…

Ultimately
You decide
What you are willing
Indefinitely
To live with

A mountain is, after all, a collection of pebbles that rise toward the sky. I can conquer this climb, one pebble at a time…

How I yearn each summer’s day
For your shade
Your protection

Lost beneath your arms
Outstretched
Righteous

Till you don your autumn coat
Colored in splendor
Majestic

My heart breaks for little ones
Who have
No
One…
On parent observation day
He was alone
But danced
Anyway…
He had a doll’s eyes
Glazed straight through
Had he ever
Realized
The warmth of a mot…

Darkness
Like my heart turned inside out
Like my mind shut away from beauty

Light
Like opening my eyes anew
Like being reborn into the warmth

Are you still into painting? I thought you gave that up and got a real job…

“Are you angry at me?” he asked. “Do you feel the same about me?” He closed his eyes and whispered, “Say something.”