the Change
. I walked this place, where I had tread before, depth of vision brought, by remembrance's trace, blanketing a version of truth, just as the first snow, a thin veil of deceit's replace. Tarnished this... More »
. I walked this place, where I had tread before, depth of vision brought, by remembrance's trace, blanketing a version of truth, just as the first snow, a thin veil of deceit's replace. Tarnished this... More »
~ And the Beast came down with intent to reign, Suggesting with taps upon my window pane, Tap. Tap, tap, tippity-tap. TAP. A cold reminder falling in this dark rain, The gloom of clouds a... More »
. Traditions in Shambhala teachings in Tibet, Warrior code of bushido in Japan, Ancient Greek warrior scholars, And knights of chivalry in Europe. The ancient tradition is not one of blood, For bloodlines fade... More »
. I’ve been riding them hard. The swells have been timely as of late, their action and motion subject of debate, these look offshore, glassing off nicely, but they suck. Up close they reveal... More »
. In full comprehension of nada, sometimes absence can contain, yet we often find it will sustain, without it balance cannot maintain, this unusual lack of something, that we in irony call "nothing." In hearing... More »
When my BAC is .12, and brought to that level by either: a) a 20 year port; b) an authentic Margarita.
. Judgement without perception, Knowing without understanding, Capability without compassion, Thinking without feeling, Friendliness without introspection, Is blindly seeing. .
. The sad irony, one who feels superior has become nothing .
. By letting go of everything, I find myself holding quantity, By looking past anything, I gaze upon the particular, By doing something, I find myself doing nothing. The goal driven me... More »
. Feeling in such a wondrously glorious way, Prancing again as a buck in the crisp air. Being spiritually reborn in this cold womb, glancing newborn seeing other children playing, experiencing in unison and... More »