Tuesday, August 30, 2005

I'm going to take a cue from my friend Jeregano and add a musical background to my post-- I'll try to do this as often as I can. This way, ya'll can "feel" what I'm feeling-- through the music.

Today is a Zander day... http://www.zandervera.com/zander/music/8_bnc.mp3

So, I decided... I'm going to get a tattoo... eventually. But I do have the image picked out. This is it... haven't figured out what colors yet, but I think this is totally me-- Celtic, dragon, but somehow playful... ya'll should tell me what colors you think would be good....

Friday, August 26, 2005


I thought I would share some of my favorite artwork with everyone (meaning Jay and Jerry-- no one else reads this thing)...

Tuesday, August 23, 2005


You are dependable, popular, and observant.
Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.
In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.

You are unique, creative, and expressive.
You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.
And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!

Monday, August 15, 2005



Your Linguistic Profile:



75% General American English

20% Yankee

5% Dixie

0% Midwestern

0% Upper Midwestern


Tuesday, August 09, 2005

I am in a prison.
A prison without guards or walls.
A prison of the mind.
I walk the halls of my torment,
Contemplating life...
Life is meaningless,
Without passion;
Without passion, life no longer exists.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Florence, Italy
Waiting,
Sorrowful waiting.
Time moves beyond our realm of understanding.
Forever is a blink of the eye.
Time is never wasted, just misplaced.
Seconds move to minutes,
Minutes move to hours,
Hours to eternity.
We may not live on, but eternity does.
The waiting never ends.
Waiting for time to stop,
We sit here.
Waiting for a clue to the last moment of breath,
The last gasp of hope,
The last second of
waiting.
Time has stopped--
Never is now.
The play is over;
the actors are gone.
The stage is empty;
no one's around.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Crystalline teardrops
Falling to the
Parched earth.
Swallowed, seeping--
Drunk deep...
Dust is nourished, fed on
My pain.
Manic--
Dreamless escape...
Clutching,
Struggling to maintain
That which we
Hold dear.
Sanity,
Deluding ourselves--
A belief in
What truly does
Not exist.

Friday, August 05, 2005

Alice, I Am Not
Peer into the reflections of reality
A mirror shall show the truth.
Search for what lies deeper
Find my best self--
A selection of sanity.
Come up empty-handed...
And lose my balance...
I find myself tumbling
D
o
w
n
the rabbit hole
Without my white rabbit guide
He made it to his appointment
Right on time.
Upside down--
Right-side up,
S
i
d
e
w
a
y
s
& inside out.
Land with an almighty
THUMP!!
Standing on my head--
The world has spun around.
Faced with a faceless grin-
I stumble, scream and fall...
Wake up in the midst of
Shattered glass-- shards of fear.
Realizing it was all part of a
Nightmare-
Night terror--
A Jabberwocky dream.