Friday, September 30, 2011



"Faith sees the invisible,
believes the incredible,
and receives the impossible."
-me a few circles ago
(circa. 2003)

Wednesday, September 14, 2011



"Love is faceless yet carved with definition like the wind."
Stephanie Gasco
(11-15-10)

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

To Dream


Here, I tell you of an irony.
Life is but a dreamy reality.
Reality is an anchor
as
dreams are.

Imbalance gives birth to illusions.
So, let's dream and live well, right?

Monday, August 22, 2011

Brother Bay, How I Love You So.


Amazing Grace.
How sweet the sight.

Shooting stars seen through gratitude.
Elation through the cobalt skies.
Glad cries empowered by pure awe.

It's true after all, Brother Bay.
You've always been by my side.

This just has been my forever...
This place.
Now I gotta let go.

Like a baby's gotta grow,
nothing ever stays the same.

The baby can't stay a baby.
Sameness is just a small illusion of the illusions...
Believe in the truth.

The truth isn't the sameness of things.
The truth is free.


Monday, June 13, 2011

Why Dance Alone?


Shades of Reality,
Yours and mine.
In that pile of hay
Awaits a slice of harmony.

It's just best that
I'm not left
alone with my thoughts.

Of so many abysses
I could choose from,
I'd much prefer to stick with Jesus.

Didn't your mama say
it was best to play
safe than get in harm's way.

If I saw every bird
That was trying to drop a sign,
Maybe I would know
a tad better.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Water Bubbles



Is it only my vision,
the things I see?

Or is the reality cloud
that is becoming rather obscure?

I know I am
with nothing but questions.

It might just be time for reflection,
to trek upon the treaded.

Monday, May 16, 2011

All My How's...For Now.


How do I know what vitamins I need?
How do I find my sanity?
How do I rediscover my red, white, and blue?

Is there rediscovering anything?
Do we just run in a hamster wheel,...
the pile of whatnots we leave behind
and mistake for progress?

Hazy.
Not quite insane.
Bogus.

Mirages are what YOU see...
and they become what you feel...
until you slip past them.
So, yeah, what is real?

Tell me.
What a dime and a nickel make.
Compare the click of metal to a gust of wind.

Go ahead.