the ups and downs in light shows

Now the lights in the blue fluorescent hint hues
Each shone copper of pigment, in lover’s lost shoes,
Flying mountains now face you in directions where ghosts
Come alive in your mind and your long vacant hosts
To take away from this boredom of each random day's coast
Swinging seats now move us – for each better and worse
And the piccolo soundings seep from horns of the hearst
Marking the end of the Man, who now holds in his hand
The red tear dropped signed package
Of a Lord's love in his land
Burning like horizons; that have died till its dusk
Where the endings are beginnings, and our cries are now rust
And the smiles of the day reflect the patchings in Sun
Stronger; as whole, we are the West found and won.

what happens in the middle

Discard the ones who’ve fallen for they mean no spare of part
They are worthless in the leverage of our own domestic carts
– That we push around the streets to linger sweet like room dinettes
That aren’t meant to be used in fashion’s fear of late regret.

Sip wine with bloated, oily swine,
Hold meals with kinds that kill at our time…

To save this place; to chase after our race
To be apart of, but then -
Our instincts raise hand
Against the heels of brethren,
And the hearts of own kin.

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Our own reflections we now smear
When we cannot see quite clear
In vain and clothesline pasts,
Leaving futures, born to cast.

Driving Games from New York

This is a drawing that was a result of a sort of driving game Gene constructed for me to play on our way home. I suppose it wasn't really a game then if it was just me playing but it was sort of an interesting challenge to partake in. Basically, Gene and Ruba would recite to me a random word every five minutes until I decided to stop and we would see how I instinctively processed the course of these words into line form. The words were as thus : pit, purity, falling, sincerity, mushroom, and snooks. I decided to stop at snooks because the fact that Gene decided to throw that term at me made me realize he was bored and probably was going to continue throwing me trick curves to liven up the atmosphere...so I decided I'd take the chips while I was still ahead...

I also drew a couple other pictures while on a beach and from the car ride home after being swept up by the city. you can see them at my eyerchives or rather the "formal hand methods" link.

One Must

One must think – to perceive

And One must perceive – to find oneself

And One must find oneself – to find will

And One must have will – to go on

And One must go on – to live life

And One must live life – to add

And One must add on – to feel whole.

The Sun - it's out - Go running for funs

Well when the Sun comes out,
My heart goes too…
And when the winter goes running,
It brings my attitude

In the colors of the flowers;
They melt the man in me
Bringing softer children,
To where they ought to be

Cause it’s in the way you hold your head
When the People come around
To what skins and hearts are beating
Under Suns and warmer grounds.

What I do

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Please stop counting all my habits,
Because I know just what I do
I find my worth through battles

So I can build my love for you.

My Love is for The Moon

Oh Moon light, sweet Moon
With your bosoms warm of glow
I’ll journey towards your knowledge
From these trees down here below

I’ll walk eagerly through darkness
To see your different points of view
Not knowing where my legs might end up
Or what adventure comes anew

But in my tiresome trek walks
I’ll keep eye of what to do,
That is only of my heart- beat,
Because my heart beats for the Moon.