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Category: Writing and Poetry

Smudges across paper
transparent as they absorb
into my fingertips

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Roots
Category: Writing and Poetry

The skies have opened up into a endless sea of blue
The dawn is drawn open with the pull of a cord
Sometimes good movies are stuck with bad directors
And sometimes inspiration is found at the bottom of a garbage can
The rays of the sun are daggers to the night
And the wind can blow away the desert's sweet mirage
I'm talking about the noise I hear in silence
And the solitude when one is truly alone
The tree's roots will dig into the earth
as it's branches dig into the sky
I feel like I can take home a lesson from that
Because I'll always be in two places at once

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Leaving Las Vegas

Well, what can I say?  The time has come where my fiance and I have decided to leave Las Vegas.  There are no jobs, the creative enviroment is lacking, and there are too many people around for my liking.  To make a long story short, there are several reasons why I am leaving Las Vegas.  However, I have met some very cool people here, some creative, talentet and, for lack of a better word, "down" people here.  But, Eventhough there are some inspiring people here (and you all know who you are) I am  more inclined to live in the country than the city.  This place is not for me, for reasons that go beyond what words can say.  For all of those friends I have made here, I will never forget the impact you made on my life and I wish you the best.  Perhaps we will meet again in a future life in some other way.   To all the great people I met in Vegas, best to you all and in all of your ambitions.   It's been real.  Keep in touch.

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a haiku
Category: Writing and Poetry

words can be too much
like a child with a weapon
may the wisdom grow

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A sonnet
Category: Writing and Poetry

Sometimes words fail me
Sometimes the world feels too cold
I look back to the things that set me free
Knowing that we'll all grow old

There is nothing I can do
When my number is called
I'll try to stand true
Even though I feel that time has stalled

I'll rise up for what I believe
And I will know no shame
I'll put out the Ideas I concieve
And avoid those who play the game

This life is the only one I know
So I will enjoy it before I go

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Walking Home
Category: Writing and Poetry

I've learned to escape the sinking sand
yet perhapes it was nothing more
than An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge
the water feels so real
but I cannot be sure anymore
so I'll tie my shoes or slip them on
then I'll listen to the river of cars
rushing outside my window
clear as a clean slate
on a rain-soaked afternoon
the smells stand out brighter
than ever before
looking as if they were soldiers
carrying out an execution
I wish some people would
save their windy logic
for the two cent store
because I really want
to go home
before the sun sets
into a canopy
of unbearable silence

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June
Category: Writing and Poetry

Sometimes you come back to me

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The Waiting Dawn
Category: Writing and Poetry

(Here is an exerpt from my book ’The Waiting Dawn,’  which has been in the works for almost a year.  Hopefully I’ll finish it soon, but as you all know, you can’t rush these things.  Remember, this is all a work in progress)

Anice stared at the floor, her eyes were wide and she was playing with a ring that was on her middle finger. Trenton didn’t say anything, he only stared at the words that were typed on the paper, his mind trying to absorb what he had read.

"Who is The Waiting Dawn? What is he talking about?" asked Anice.

"I don’t know." said Trenton, "but we need to find a phone. Jim will send somebody to pick us up. I’m ready more than ever to get out of here."

A few hours later they found themselves in the back of a pickup truck on its way New Groaden. The air rushing over them was hot, and the steel bed of the truck made the trip far from luxurious. They sat with their backs to the cab of the truck, whoever was driving was listening to an old tape from some popular band many years ago. Trenton felt delirious, the last twenty-four hours have taken a large toll on him physically and mentally. The only think he could think about was getting back to his apartment and going to sleep. Neither Anice nor Trenton spoke on the ride back into the city, they were both too exhausted to speak.

When they finally arrived in the front of Trenton building, he hopped over the side and nodded toward the driver. The driver and nodded back and began to drive away. Anice remained in the back of the pickup, Trenton had given her the money and the paper to give to Jim back at the old factory, he decided he would not deal with Jim until the next day. She waved as the truck drove away. She looked exhausted. Trenton turned toward the old brick building he lived in and walked up toward the old, broken glass doors to let himself in.

When he walked into his apartment, he let out a breath of relief. The first thing he did was walked over to his small couch and allowed himself to fall on it. He closed his eyes and the world seemed to fade away. He was beyond exhausted. He thought about sitting up to roll a cigarette, or maybe even take a shot. But before that thought had left his mind, he fell asleep.

Currently listening : Karmacode By Lacuna Coil Release date: 04 April, 2006

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and?
Category: Writing and Poetry

If I could step inside you
I would open your eyes
Lift you up
and Melt you

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mantra
Category: Writing and Poetry

Another year goes by
making the world a different place
the only thing remaining the same
is that we're all expected
to join this rat race
most people are out for the money
they have no other wish
you cannot eat your ego
when you've run out of fish
so line up single file
keep your ideas to yourself
keep polishing the first-place trophy
you've got sitting on your shelf
burn all the bridges you can
before you reach the finish line
chanting the mantra
"what's yours is yours
and what's mine is mine"
a wise man once said
people can grow old in vain
mumbling and bumbling
their way through life
wondering why they missed the train
there is a common theme
that I ran across over and over again
it's only when you disregard your self
that you could truly help a friend
"I felt the power work through me,
but only if I got out of the way."
the medicine men would say
as they helped people live
to see another day
but now we have no time
"because I got to get mine"
repeat that to yourself
and you'll be fine

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