The day consumes, and night retrieves
This day is neither, as love is lost
It takes its tole, and I remain
to embark on time, not regained
Archive for the ‘Life’ Category
I want to write, but what am I?
Saturday, October 29th, 2011And my journey in writing begins.
Now I know what I am not. I used to know who I was. But now:
I want to write, but what am I?
I am love. I am father. I am.
I am art. I am truth. I am.
I am hope. I am now. I am.
I am heart. I am smile.
I am me. Just me.
True Torment Is:
Thursday, November 11th, 2010People defining themselves through what they cannot do, be, or maybe not even want—being ignorantly tormented in such an endeavor, as though it were complete commonplace. And then to do it again, and again, and again, and call it life.
To Roll The Dice, or Not
Saturday, May 8th, 2010Some say this is to gamble and some say this is to live. I say Both.
I’ve been told, to truly live, one must find their balance between the two, knowing when to say yes to adventure, and when to say no for that of responsibility. Following this may bring happiness, mixed with moments of excitement. However, finding the best way to live, may simply be to enjoy life. Keep the rules in the back of your head, while being open, as the occasion permits the rolling of the die.
Sketchbook. Antique Plastic Green Dice. 1940’s. Size: 1/4”
