Saturday, September 29, 2007

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Toe in the sea


Walk forward
put your toe in the sea
keep one on the sand
Man you dont know what Ive done
you dont know where I stand
I cant turn around
I cant back up now
Look where I am!

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Dust

Dried up. Blew away.
Crack and split.
Dust in a solid form.
Windstorm and fire swirl.
Take and give and take again.
Blue tubes of melody.
Fragrance of thought.
Two forces compete for the same space.
Dried up. Left to wait.
Bread into stones.
Dust into bones.
No one is home.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Taste of fall

Cloudy days that blow the haze away.
You realize the frailty of your life.
I will stay here.
Why won't you answer the phone?
Soapy bubbles floating by my mind.
Here comes the sunshine.
Can we hold hands by the seaside?
I wonder what that bird is thinking.
I am one month behind you.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Rosemary, rice,dark

It is gettting dark sooner.
The temperature is more comfortable.
I am tired of drama on television.
I like the smell of rosemary.
I am not rich.
I like a warm shower.
Self made is better than given.
I like rice.
I have few friends.
60 is the new 40.
That means I am 13.
Why do I work so much if I am 13?

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

3 sketches




Today I sat in a meeting. It was not interesting so I started to draw.
Here is what I drew.