Sunday, March 09, 2008

it saint so...

quiet and bathing in suns
spinach growing to be another thing completely
dear friend
into an harmonica playing
hit me
on the head
so that new ideas could form like
good ol' moses man
play a tune
dance a lil dance
jiggle your shinny ones
whats it for?

The saints go marchin
and I stand here
wisdom springs galore
whats it all for?

Sunday, March 02, 2008


The fire in me
the anger and despair
is down to warm embers
a certain calm
translucent blue
that comes with travel
and long talks with true friends..

Not all goes as planned
and that is fine
really fine
what a soothing thought
(while riding on the train smiling to myself..)
thoughts can be like
honey drops
filling you with sweetness
like realizing that what
you worried about so much
is just FINE

yup. all good.

I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time.
Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult.

E. B. White (1899 - 1985)