Our fearless leader made a decision today. We all sat around in the office as he paced back and forth. Most of us kept our heads down, clacking away at the keyboard, as he ruminated over the decision. It was clear that it would have an effect on the office for years to come, and so really there was only one man for the job. We all waited anxiously, just happy that we didn’t have to come to a conclusion. He debated with the office manager, but sent her away (with her tail between her legs). Eventually he informed everyone that the fire extinguisher would go on the wall near the kitchenette, in a convenient spot, yet out of the way so nobody acidentally knocks into it. We were all relieved. It was the right decision.
When the fire extinguisher technician came in to install the extinguisher, Mary the office manager walked him to the spot. She said very loud and proud, Gary -he’s the president of the company- decided the extinguisher should go there, pointing to the spot.
Gary slept like a baby. We all did. I’m just glad I don’t have to make the decisions around here. I mean that’s why they get paid the big bucks. Maybe one day, I could see myself taking on the responsibility, (and cashing in the paycheck) but for now I’m just happy to follow the leader. Ba’aah.
Everything is torn
in this world of twos.
ideas, opinions, judgments, decisions.
There’s a whole world
between me and you.
Scattered and tattered
we’re torn apart
by the idea that we’re torn.
The mind divides
it’s just what we do
and now there seems
to be no reconciliation
between me and you.
Trapped within a mind
that knows no bounds, shackled by
my sense of self.
“What is this thing… And how did it get here!”
I guess this is a change in format, or maybe its an acknowledgment of what it always was…
I want this blog to be my artist’s notepad/journal. A place to collect my work. Honestly down the road I hope to offer artwork for sale. It has always been my mindset, being an artist, though never my reality. Which has definitely caused a lot of confusion and frustration, however it’s only a reality because I’ve made it so, right?
I write, draw, and paint so I would like to take these elements and integrate them into pieces that are tangible; t-shirts, poetry chapbooks, short stories, original artwork… Etc, etc. Nothing new, not inventing anything, just an honest offering of what I love doing.
I’m always going to be working on projects regardless and the internet is a big enough place, so why not add one more person’s story.
For now thank you to the readers, likers, and followers. I really only hope to add some enjoyment to the day.
I Grasp to my ideas, viewpoints (and words)
Hanging onto them as if they were all I had.
Too many people have died, or suffered,
From the idea of possession.
I should fight the idea that
I can hold on to anything
Lest I want to choke creativity.
From possession we get:
Competition, competition is what got us here. Economic, social, political… competition. Everyone trying to take a piece for themselves the piece they deserve what they’ve got comin’ to ‘em. Whereby it is regardless of the means necessary to take it. Psychologically, physically, take it.
We posses a culture. We hold on to our culture and our traditions because they gather together the right feelings inside; Drama, we love to live within our drama; happiness, contentment, security within the familiar; how many years in a row am I supposed to watch A Christmas Story on TV during the whole month of December. Funny thing about America; culture is what drove us here, either to plant the root of a culture in a new land, a new territory, or to get away from an old culture and start anew. When are we gonna start anew? When are we going to stand up and accept change, differences, and the limitations of language. When are we going to drop the lie of separation and realize the interconnection; borders and ownership only exist within the idea of possession.
I have been constantly striving to take life,
to take ownership of it.
Holding fast to my culture, my interests, my identity.
Which then leaves me living in doubt,
since deep down I know I can’t own life,
or anything herein.
So I doubt my place in life.
I guess that meanz I’ve been living a lie. When life is a lie it ceases to be. it becomes and then it ceases, as does everything that is created. But if life is lived as truth, as what it has presented here and now then it has been experienced.
Abide in stillness they say,
But how can I abide
When things change everyday.
Stillness is what encompasses
Makes all of this, the changes, possible.
I didn’t clock in
Because I never clocked out.
Seagulls screech over the
Languid frozen city streets
Three quarter moon
Keeps watch overhead.
Right before you fall asleep at night
That’s one way to experience the eternal.
Morning malaise fades
She watches the traffic slog
Into the fog
I drift from past to present
Traffic swallows time.
Daughter in arm with
neck strained I doze,
Cozy in her own bed.