I Write PoetryPortage Save the bell for whom tolls me, I know not yet the fog I see, The clay in which I play doth be, A vestige of what once was me. Send the rain to breach my weir, In memory does this image sear, A scant flame yet does still burn, Another...See More »
I just saw on the news that a mall Easter Bunny got into a fistfight w a parent. What the hell man. Mind blown.
This this guy was swimming in the ocean yelling, "help! shark! I just laughed, I knew that shark was not going to help .
Apparently this dude at the mall was just tying his shoe and did NOT want to play leap frog. My bad, dude. My bad.....
I Like To Write PoetryRebirth Cracked shell seeking light, Yellow yields to green. Dusty blanket now fertile, Morning flower’s petals bathing. Crickets epic evening opus, Upon the silent night, Starry blanket unfurled, Reveals placid moon glow. Jasmine wisps aloft,...See More »
I Write PoetryThere's an old Cypress tree, Guarding a crystal brook. Faust and Achilles met me there, In my ancient youth. Not as much a year ago, I stood there like before. Visiting with the memories, Of the hills since traversed. Manhood, I impatiently...See More »
I Have Questions For The UniverseDear Universe: I have a few questions for you. If you have a moment in your busy schedule I would really appreciate a few answers: 1. Where do those lost socks go? 2.Why does my printer always break when I am in a huge hurry? 3.Why do Facebook...See More »
Just a friendly reminder, there are a minimum of three spiders in your room at all times. Goodnight...
I Achieved A Great VictoryWhat it’s like to fly an airplane by yourself the first time: Flying an airplane is not an easy task. It takes a lot of training and practice to become proficient. In ground school you learn about meteorology, airspace, engines, electronics, a...See More »
According to the squirrel riding a unicycle in my kitchen, I may have taken too much sleep medication.......
I Am TiredEvery once in a great while, I experience a day like today. The fog drifts in. Not all at once. Just a little at a time. Chipping away at my light.... Seemingly robbing me of smiles and humor that are the typical me. Today. I look in the mirror...See More »
I Am Interested In Consciousness1. You are not your mind. The first time I heard somebody say that, I didn’t like the sound of it one bit. What else could I be? I had taken for granted that the mental chatter in my head was the central “me” that all the experiences in my life...See More »