I used to have one of those but she changed her mind

"Then they followed Where the vision led,
And saw their sleeping child Among tigers wild."
-William Blake

Finding the Inner Door which leads to the Hidden Landscape and Winding Road on the long, Shadowed Journey from Ignorance into Truth

without the Religio-Social Disconnects

Dogged truth and dogged lies

It is just a picture of what is left, with instructions on how to dispose of it... "burn away insullation etc." Perhaps it is a statement about measuring the remains to learn about how they were used or misused. I dont know really. Just some wire, nails, can, ruler, and a note.

I felt I owed you an apology, and was feeling concerned you would never get it. Pretty simple really.

The sleeper engages in a tortured conversation with a marionette of Harpo Marx

At least now it has been seen. The apology I mean

Count Backwards To Black

Lost, picking flowers in the woods

Apologies are only as good as their visibility. If they are seen and so far this one has not been. Perhaps sometime later.

TAKE A DRINK OF THAT POISON AND LIKE IT

Yellow on usual red,
comes only
newly carved.
Envy returns newly
earning dread.

He eats alone,
rarely tasting
tart almonds, slowly tamed
Earning deviation
learning is king eternal

Prayer is the yoke.

COLLECTING WHITE MANS METAL...

The conspiracy of technology became apparent today at about 11AM, when I received part of a txt message from 03/31/07 at 1:45 pm. Sadly, it would have made more sense on Saturday. Instead, on Saturday I received a txt message dated 10/16/06 at 5:50 pm, the final word of which was "Somemfortable". Needless to say on Saturday I was somewhat frustrated, confused and perhaps a little rude. I am not sure how the two messages got mixed, or even at this point, if it really makes a difference. Even though it would seem that explanations are never as good as apologies and apologies never really resolve anything or do me any good anyway, for what its worth I'm sorry I was an ass.

"If memory
serves out reason, remember you
are made, a new day arisen"

to find me gone

Consulting Mr. Blake

"If the doors of perception were cleansed, every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite."

Attatching meaning to objects that simple don't have any.

Line my canoe with cedar boughs

Not just full of regret but also the quiet resolve of looking forward to whatever's left

black moth super rainbow - "1 2 3 of me"

Bone Poem

Mistakenly forgetting
her,
uncanny ability
as it were
to reach inside
leaving this burning
emptiness

Sickening,
in my belly

Aching,
in my bones

reminding me of my
fear and inability
to face
that moment.

Two substances colliding and cast aside
like the fading memory of a martyr.

The embers of a misunderstood longing
for ritual Tibetan sky burial remain.

From this empty shell
all the hair
cleaned in the heat
of a razors edge
organs removed
the meat pared away
leaving only the bone
to be ground to paste
and mixed with butter…

Let me find peace

Feed me to the sky
Lost in the sound
of angels wings

Carrion butcher
come to me

Devouring...