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Like a little girl in church
Accepting her insignificance
In the eyes of the Big Guy,
I sit hallucinating, you might call them dreams,
Of future times, or past, when something was/is alright
these things entrance so easily, me,
and Iím just another lost boy, though,
on most days.
blue corn chips and the smell of Ardenís Sunflowers
the sight of clear cold lakes
and the feel of an old bus seat
such little things can create such lasting
And Iím not afraid nearsomuch
Maybe Iím a new person,
Or maybe Iíve forgotten that Iím pretending
Not to be frightened
It canít possibly matter
When perception becomes authenticity
And I wonder aloud
Should I be sad that anotherís dreams
Havenít come together either?
I answer myself with one more ďmaybeĒ
And I take another pill
more of my nonesense (poetic, political, and otherwise) at:
"i wrote this a few years ago. i thought it was pretty good. anyway, without further ado:
___'s Guide To Life (name withheld...for no real reason. but rest assured that it was my name and my writing.)
90% of what people tell you is crap.
Remember your roots. Just like a tree, you will..."
"for your enjoyment, here is a photograph of my pond at an obviously unhealthy level of dehydration. this was taken with the same camera, and on the same film, as my other pics on here (olympus OM 1 that's older than I am, kodak bw..."
"This is Mike. Mike is a dog. He has one eye. The other one popped out of his head when he got hit by a car...."
"The Elegant Life of Me
and other people you've never heard of
My cigarette is almost burned out now. The lake is still today. A light wind stumbles across the grass in front of me and Iím trying to fix my life. Itís not a bad life to begin with. Itís just not the right one. ..."
"this is simply a photograph i took of a very good friend of mine. standard-processed b/w 35mm film was used (not tmax). the camera is thirtysomeodd-year-old olympus om 1. it's a lovely piece of equipment. the lens was a straight-forward, run of the mill ziess. no special processing, nor editing was..."
"this is simply a drawing done by a very good friend. the drawing is based on a photographic self portrait i took while i was in baltimore to see if the doctors at johns hopkins could figure out what was wrong with my back. they didn't. but i thought this turned out..."