wrangled and wrinkled.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Frustrations in Globalization

Anything everywhere is here.
Everything anywhere is here.

People documented in flashes
Images sold and images bought
and dear little Indians are our new toys

Why did we celebrate this poverty under the well lit walls?
Or coax the smile from their lips?
Sigh...it's them do it all Christians girls and boys.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

"I don't regret nothin': After summer we sat by the pine trees. Neither of us really knew each other, and it was good. Remember when you lost all that weight? I would have taken you as you were. As you were that day by my trees. Not as you were when it came to a halt. Secretly, I knew, that he changed too for you. You lost that weight and he grew his hair. You wore tight jeans, and he grew his hair. You adored him, and he adored you and he grew his hair. So in the end, you both changed. But like I said, I would have taken you as you were. That day after summer, by the fire pit, by the pines and before you lost that weight."

Monday, July 20, 2009

I'm depressed because I heard MCA got cancer.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

With teeth stained like wine
I always seem to fall for you

We'll enjoy our shameful smiles for awhile
and ending up face down in the gutter

We'll reconsider love's choices
but always fall for her suggestions

Washed with blood we'll always feel the same
what can't be earned in our mind
may never be cemented in our hearts

With one slip on wet pavement
our justifications slip away
an allusion to the color of our drink

Sunday, June 14, 2009

A funny thing popped into my head today about babies. The saying goes "It takes a village..." but sometimes when unruly children are around I sometimes think to myself "Did they ask the villagers?".

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

I call this a nibblet.

I'd be sure to lie with you.
I'd lie beside you.
I'd in unison sigh with you.

Friday, April 10, 2009

I submitted some pieces for an art auction for Habitat for Humanity in Bloomington. Something I've always battled with is does my art actually make a difference, does it help anyone? So when the opportunity came up, I really wanted to. I knew in my head that the paintings wouldn't sell for anything near what I price them at. So the selling price didn't surprise me. All I have to say is that one thing about helping others is that your pride must take a secondary role. You have to stop thinking about how you are better than someone and reach out. This auction just reinforced my thoughts regarding that. I knew it would. I just hope the total of $76 USD can help with the house building.
Gaza Strip like a gold mine of mine.
When she shines, she shines like an idea.

But like so many other ideas,
none as good as first thought.

Gaza Strip like a forlorn waste land,
sand blows and sun burns.

If only we'd known how crazy she'd be to us
Armageddon would've never come.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Sorry I haven't posted in awhile...my computer got stolen.