link to new blog coming shortly...

So the book is performing decently. That is, considering it has little press besides here, the bank and a couple other places. I wish I could say its a resounding sucess but I'm finding theres a difference between

"yeah I'll totally pick up a copy"

and actually picking up a copy.

It's kinda funny that someone will tell me "yeah I just ordered one" and then I check and they didn't. And I'm not complaining, because I'm sure on several occasions I did the same thing. its just the principle.

now that i'm off my soapbox.

how's everyone doing.. well? I sure hope so

I feel like over the last year or so there have been many a casualty to the comments on my blog. maybe that has something to do with that it took me so long to post a picture or that I stopped commenting and started just posting a thousand poems, I'm not sure.

But

If your name is

Stephanie
Stephany
Geisha
Megan
Tiana
Sam
Cody
anyone else

show some love! at least before this blog gets shut down and the new one goes into effect =/

I'll make you a tape

thousands of words lay entrapped on a quarter inch line of thread. The thread smells slightly, but has a glossy outer feel ignorant of its intent. It forms a canvas, sillouhetting only the basic human instincts.

We've crawled down this path before
slowly
slithering around simple a simple yes or no

Ciggerettes fill the air like a silent venom. Skin clings to an all too familiar carpet. we have the setting. the place. the time.

Theres still a chance.

The black shine aborbs my favorite hits. takes in twelve tracks not altogether foriegn. they have similarity ; purpose. they remind me of you.

Listen. The mute silence is beautiful. A tribute, for I no longer hear your breath spread over optical cables and sent within rounded packaging. I no longer bear witness to a smile escaping onto foreign vibrations and visualized.

I cant

See
Touch
Envelop
Press
Hold
you. not right now. A torturing response not open for debate.

I won't

Tell
Allow
Let
Linger
Envision
Taste another.

Make or break. Make or break. The thread tightens nervously.

I can't wait to listen.

Overwhelmed

Let me give you a rundown of my schedule before I rant in ways only 2006 saw.

My day

Get up at 8:00
Shower
Shave (if I have time)
Leave for Danbury
I'm at apple from 11-3
I drive home
Get home by 3:30-3:45
I change, head back to Peoples
I'm there from 4:15-1 AM
I get home
I get to sleep around 3

.. my day.
can you notice the flaws?

Flaw 1:- I have no free time, my "'free" time adds up to about an hour
Flaw 2:- I'm stressed out. between making sure the book is perfect and maintaining both jobs.
Flaw 3:- NO TIME FOR THE GYM. and. well ive been eating crap. I don't feel like being an unhealthy 20-something working 70 hours a week.

As for the other issues I mainly have a problem with the fact that I am getting no sleep. And I feel like this is going to be a serious roadblock when school happens. Yeah, making 30k+ with two jobs is not a bad deal, but If I were to get my degree, twould be cool.

so.

something needs to change.

oh p.s.

BUY MY BOOK!

your going to get that until I hit 1000 copies then It can hit the store shelves .

Book's Out

http://www.lulu.com/content/680416 - hardcover (temporarily unavailable)
http://www.lulu.com/content/682453 - softcover (a hell of a lot cheaper)


theres the link to buying it.
)

show yo love!

Papercut

You smell like diamonds
Freshly cut
The product of greed
I stare like addicting
and crash into emotion
Do not make a scene
I'm a little tired
and your jagged edges
are oh so comforting

Priceless with no value
Our hips gently touch
careful not to remove the tag
my hand's make an appraisal
there's little known
of black market vendor's
but they see something special
and who am I to argue

Men prod uncomfortably
You stare with incredible distance
at the stars where we kissed
special like constellations
meaningful and infinite
Now you are given extra shine
smoothed out
packaged for resale
drifting away


They put you in the market window
prettied up
a model's definition of snappy
your lips pucker with devotion
in a taste one could never get enough
I wish you a second chance
at hiding shallow grace
lawyers are busy copyrighting your smile
and I still miss your face.

Turn the damn light off!

Captivate the darkness
Embrace it
like a calvalry of embedded nights
dischord reigns trimuphant
on this bed of thorns
you shall embark
see who bleeds
Rapture turns in fear
grab it
there can be no allowance
for the weak

the deafening dissonance
clings onto you
swallowing key parts first
ignorance is no longer
to understand
is to be human
be human
raise the tattered flag
squeeze the fist hard enough
it will strengthen

Eyes swallow the last remaining ounce
your sanity suffers no more
searing
scream out loud
tearing
bathe in it
blistering
burns will heal
scarring
you will not

Question my judgement
Do you no longer?
truth gnashes like the vice
you've come to know
and on this pedestol
surrounded by falling rain
confess
it will all be over soon

A beautiful void
corrupted by jaded preferences
banging the drum incessently
choose
or just turn the lights off
I promise you
the rabbit hole hold's no prisoners
only those afraid of their own shadow

I'm just

Theres only so much claim
and I swear I'm meant for fame
reach into sand
pull out my tattered name

I'm not cut out for this
Dizzying self proclaimed
Existential wannabe
Role I've been made insane

How can I keep up
With whispering jest's
buried deep in space
This is fading
like a comet calculating
pass by fast without a pause
I'll just wave
I'll just wave

Expect nothing but the best
and I'm failing
Read into what im saying
like an open book without a page
search in and out for some meaning
don't know how to keep from sinking
And we're heading to the sun
melting in each other's arms
slipping down and from it all
down and from it all

Set like bombs in motion
Explosively ready for devotion
Diffuse me and fly away
Your a one verbed peace
Timely swaying
fresh thin air for the taking
I reach like mountains hit the shore
A shadow overpowering
enveloped you much too fast
A rain like soothing meant to last


You need something for protection
And I'm distancing
Slowly Distancing
Theres these overwhelming designations
Qualifying me for expectations
I'll be back like Obi Wan
Episodicly misplaced

Until then
sell what's left
I'm deaf and deft
And just not ready
I just wasn't ready

Mike approves this message!

In a newly settled case
The United States Supreme Court
has awarded me with the english language
Protester's are lined up outside
making desperate attempts at looking angry
Buisnessman can't seem to land a deal
Actor's are too busy learning silent film
The world is quiet
And as I take my daily walk
I spot an elderly couple hand in hand
they smile at me
and mouth something ever so pleasant

The next day
When i held my press conference
I just stared out into the crowd
Deciding amongst other things
Nothing needs to change

Alien Ant Farm

Seemingly of disinterest
I crave the other side
Where mollecules and other small
metric measurements of note
refuse to be dramatic
When explaining why
They would point at their moon
which was, for a lack of a better term stunning
and then at a picture of your smile
They then made a sound
it reminded me of something pleasant
Years later I discovered what it meant
"what's the difference?"

.. 4:54

Makeshift cavern's have room
Inside a wooden fortress
Newly silken skin shines
Discovering this was easy
You just smiled and said hello

Isn't it easier to confess

Thinning out small detail's
Hair drapes down under
Interweaving with desire
Never before uttered
Known for so long

Into the night we whisper

Amazing flows seamlessly
Metrically suited around your face

Fair complexion besieges logic
All or nothing becomes a fine line
Lose you
Lose so much
In my heart I know it's not worth
Never speaking to you again.. but those eye's
God give me strength

Forever I'll pine
Over and over we'll dance
Replaying in my dreams

Your beautiful
Ornately bestowed
Underneath vinyl cover's

A man's man

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZhWwTreZs0

I think anyone who reads this blog or just has a heart should check out this video. I dont give American Idol much credit, but I will say the fact that they let this man perform raises how much respect I give them by quite a bit.

Brief Backstory. This man's name is Sherman Pore. He was married to his wife for 20 years, during which time Sherman would call and seronade her every day. Sadly, his wife contracted cancer and was hospitalized. Sherman wanted to go on American Idol to perform for her, but the age limit is currently 28 on the show. They drew up a petition, but two days before the rehearsal, she passed on. He decided to do it anyway, and this is his two minutes forty four second's of fame. And It's by far the most touching video I've ever seen. If not for the performance, if not for the reaction, then for the last three second's of the video.

Introduction

People do not smile enough.

I noticed around my town. There is a severe lack of happiness going on and it needs to be stopped. They drone on doing what they need to do, acting how they feel they should act, taking care of business and not taking a moment to stray from their schedule.

But isn’t that what life is about? Taking moments. How in fact did these people wind up in these schedule’s if it wasn’t for a few random events that brought them to their marriage, or their job, or anything else that’s come to them. Why do we feel the need to stop. Life is and always will be random.

I write because it makes sense. Because it makes people happy. Because it makes me happy. I’ve written about people who don’t even know I have, and then I’ve written about those who look forward to seeing my next project because there’s a strong chance it is about them. I write because it’s my artwork. I think everyone should have a poem written about them. To be put such a unique perspective is above all else, priceless. It mean’s you’ve done your duty as a human being. It mean’s you’ve inspired someone. One hundred years from now, no one is going to remember your day job, or why you list reasons not to enter relationship’s, or even that your picky and hate turkey. The only pieces of time that are unbreakable lie in the arts. There’s a reason we study mythology. Because it’s the only personal aspect of those before us we can analyze.


I write because I’ve been fortunate enough to observe beauty in and around the people close to me. I write because it stir’s others. Because it causes spontaneous reactions. Because it’s an exacter science than physic’s. Because it’s a long winded excuse to keep dreaming. I write because there’s always the potential to create, and to go through this process to make someone smile, or happy, is infinitely worth it every time I write. Ask me In person. I’ll tell you.

I write because.

Enjoy.