DON'T JUDGE ME

IT MADE ME LAUGH THEN AND
EVEN NOW. HE AND I, DANCING
IN A GARAGE. ONE OF EACH OF
OUR HANDS CLASPEDAT OUR
SIDES. WHILE THE OTHER
SEEMED TO GRAPPLE ONE
ANOTHERS ASS CHEEK. OUR
LAME TWO STEP CONTINUED.
THE LIVE MUSIC AND
SURROUNDING FRIENDS FED
OUR FUN. MY LOVELY LOCKS
OF HAIR SWAYED SIDE TO
SIDE. WITH NOW TRUE
DIRECTION O R MOTIVE, WE
ENDED OUR SHUFFLE. THE
ONLY RECORD OF THE
ACTION WAS THE SMILES ON
OUR FACES. OF COURSE, THE
VIDEO CAMERA DID A GOOD
JOB REMEMBERING THAT
SCENE TOO.

the video to the text:
http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/video/video.php?v=515188028988

THE GREAT WAVE OFF KANAGAWA

A RISE AND

FALL.
THIS SCENE LIFTS ME
UP AND SETS ME

DOWN.

PEERING OUT ACROSS THE

OPEN

EXPANSE, THE ANGLERS WATCH
AS BLUE GOLIATHS MAKE THEIR
PRESENCE KNOWN. THE CRESTS
TOWER

OVER THEM.
PURE IVORY AND AZUL CRASH
UPON THEIR BARGES. WITH
IT'S MILLION HANDS AND FINGERS
REACHING OUT AND YEARNING
FOR THE WEATHERED BOWS.
HUMBLY AWAITINGTHE NEXT
TIDAL
BREAK
TO FALL UPON
THEM. THE MEN, IN A CROUCHED
STANCE, BOW IN HONOR TO
THOSE WAVES.

FUJI ON THE DISTANT

H O R I Z O N.

GRNADUER AMD A CERTAIN
CONTROLLED CHAOS
SURROUNDING THE DORMANT
PEAK. AS IF IN THE GRIPS OF
THE WAVE, FUJI REMAINS
UNSCAVED AND RIGID. IN A
FRAME OF FOAM AND WATER
FUJI STANDS

SILENT.

I WROTE THIS IN HONOR OF MY FAVORITE JAPANESE PRINT.

CHAISE LOUNGE

EACH FIBER
CONFORMS AND
IMMEDIATELY BENDS OVER
BACKWARDS TO THE ONSET
OF WEIGHT. I MELT DOWNWARD
RELEASE A SIGH AND
SETTLE INTO THE CUSHIONS.
THE HAS COME TO
AN END. ANY PRESSING WORRY IS
SLOWLY ERASED FROM MY THOUGHTS.
FEELING EXPONENTIALLY RELAXED.
IT SEEMS THAT
I'M BECOMING
THE COUCH.

BE CAREFUL WITH THAT ITS VINTAGE

SITTING ATOP
MY 1977 PUCH
MAXI.
I CAN'T HELP
BUT
LET THE WINDING
ROAD TAKE ME.
CRUISING AT A COOL TWENTY-SIX
MILES PER HOUR.
WITH
NO HAT FOR MY HEAD
THE WIND
TOUSLES
TUMBLES
AND ROLLS MY HAIR IN
EVERY DIRECTION.
KNOWING A STRUGGLE WILL ENSUE
BETWEEN
MY FINGERS AND EACH STRAND OF
MY LOCKS
I RIDE
ONWARD.

THE BEAUTY OF TIME

YOU'RE A COBWEB WITH A
NEW OWNER. WITH RENOVATIONS
TO COME. TO BRING ABOUT A
RIFT IN WHAT YOU KNOW.
ALTER WHAT YOU KNEW FOR
THAT MATTER. IT IS POSSIBLE
YOU WILL BECOME
UNRECOGNIZABLE, EVEN TO
YOURSELF. YOUR ARACHNID WILL
NOT TREAT YOU KINDLY.

MY DEMISE

I THREW DOWN MY ARMS TODAY. THE COLORS
WERE MORE IMPORTANT. IT WAS MY DUTY, FOR
I WAS NEAREST THEM. THE MOMENT I PICKED
THEM UP, I KNEW WHAT I HAD DONE. I AM NOW
RESPONSIBLE FOR CARRYING MY COLORS UNTIL
MY DEATH. NOT A BURDEN A PRIVILEGE.
THE STAFF WAS BITTER COLD ON MY HANDS.
IT WAS HEAVY, UNLIKE WIELDING A 58
SPRINGFIELD I BECAME TIRED QUICKLY. THE
FABRIC SNAPPED AND FLICKED IN THE WIND.
THE FINIAL'S POINT PUNCTURED THE SKY.
A SHOWER OF BULLETS RAINED DOWN ON OUR
UNIT. MANY MEN FELL, MANY MORE FILLED
THE HOLES. THE CANNON FIRE THUNDERED
FROM THE EAST, MOMENTS AFTER THE
EXPLOSION. THE GRAPESHOT'S LOW THUD WAS
HEARD AROUND LEFT AND RIGHT. LEAD: MERE
WEIGHT IN OUR BODIES.
THE CHARGE CONTINUED.

TIPS FOR LIVING ON YOUR LONESOME

HE COULD ONLY STAND AND WATCH AS
THE MEN CAME FROM BOTH SIDES. IN
THE HEIGHT OF SUMMER HIS PIGMENTS
BEGAN TO FLEET. THEIR RIFLES AT THE
READY. ALL AIMED, ALL FIRED. OPTIMAL
DESTRUCTION WAS MADE POSSIBLE
BETWEEN FIVE HUNDRED FEET. HE STOOD
IN THE CENTER OF THEM ALL, ONLY HALF
OF THAT DISTANCE AWAY FROM THEIR
MUZZLES. HE RECIEVED THE BRUNT OF
THE MINI BALLS AND HE WAS NOT THE
TARGET. GRAZING, PIERCING, ENTERING
HIS FLESH. HE CRIED A SILENT HOWL,
UNHEARD BY MAN'S EARS. EVER INCREASING
WITH EACH HIT. IF HE HAD BEEN CREATED
WITH LEGS, THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN
UTILIZED. THE BLUE CAME TO MEET
THE GRAY ON THAT FIELD. ON THIS DAY
THE RIFTED NATION MET AND CHOSE
HIS LOCATION AS THE BATTLEGROUNDS.
WHEN THEIR FIGHTING MOVED ON AND
ALL THAT WAS LEFT WAS HIMSELF AND
THE OTHER DYING MEN HE CURSED THEM
ALL. HE CURSED HIMSELF FOR BEING THE
WAY HE WAS. WHEN THE DEAD WERE MOVED
HE BECAME THE LAST. THEY WOULD NOT
MOVE HIM IF THEY COULD, NOT DEAD,
JUST DYING. FOREVER LOSING LIFE AS
THE TREES SHED THEIR LEAVES. THEY
MURDERED HIM THAT DAY, THOUGH
HE DIED MANY YEARS LATER. HIS SKIN
BEGAN TO PEEL OFF. HIS LIMBS DROOPED.
THE MINI BALLS WERE EATING HIS INSIDES.
THROUGH THIS PAIN HE ACQUIRED WORLDLY
INSIGHT. HE RETAINED THE MEMORIES OF
THAT DAY. KEPT UP WITHIN HIM IS ONE OF
THE ONLY ACCURATE HISTORIES OF THAT
DAY. AN UNTAPPED RESOURCE WILTS AND
DECAYS.

FLYING FEATHER

MY SHORT STORY WILL BE NARRATED BY
THE GOD OF WAR. TELLING THE STORY
OF CROW FOOT. HERE IS A LITTLE ANALYSIS
OF FLYING FEATHER.

HE IS EVERY NATION'S GOD OF WAR. HE
HAS BEEN THRU IT. HE HAS SEEN IT ALL.
HE TAKES THE PERSONA OF EACH OF THE
gods HE DESTROYS. THEIR KNOWLEDGE,
THEIR HUMAN WARRIORS, THEIR
FOUNDATIONS ON EARTH AR NOW HIS.
HE IS HIM, BUT HE IS THEM ASWELL. HE
DOESN'T BECOME STRONGER, ONLY
SMARTER. INTUNE TO HIS ACTIONS AND
WHY HE MUST BE THE GOD OF WAR. NOT
FOR GREED, NOT FOR TRIUMPH IN THE
SKY, NOT FOR PERSONAL GAIN.

I LEARN SOMETHING NEW EVERYDAY,
HE SAYS TO HIMSELF AFTER EVERY MURDER..
NO REMORSE FOR THEIR PITIFUL CRIES OF
PARDON. WHY NOT TAKE THE OTHER'S
LIVES, THEY SCREAM. AT THE END OF
THE gods HE FINALLY RETURNED AN
ANSWER. THERE ARE NO OTHERS, AFTER
YOU I AM THE LAST. I WILL WATCH OVER
AND HONE YOUR WARRIORS. INSTILL THE
LOVE OF BATTLE. THEY WILL LEARN TO FEED
FROM THE TEAT OF WAR.

CROW FOOT

LONG BLACK BRAIDED HAIR, DARK BROWN EYES, LIGHT

BROWN SKIN, SLIM EYEBROWS, AVERAGE EARS WITH FEW

ORNAMENTS, DELICATE ROUND FACE, A LARGE SCAR

ABOVE HIS LEFT BROW FROM A BATTLE LONG PAST, MINOR

SCRAPES, MINOR AGING, NO EMOTION. HE LONG AGO

ENDED THE STREAMING SPOUT FROM HIS MOUTH. VOWED

NEVER TO RELEASE IT UNTIL HE REGAINED HONOR.

BEING THE KING'S SON THEY NEVER THOUGHT HIM

IGNOBLE. UNTIL THE BATTLE THAT CHANGED THEIR

LIVES.............CROW FOOT IS BORN.

BROTHER TO NO ONE.

FATHER TO NO ONE.

THIS IS MY NATIVE. MY WARRIOR.

WHATS TO COME

OUR DAYS ARE GETTING SHORTER, WHILE THE NIGHT'S HOLD ON US INCREASES. MAKING IT COLDER OUTSIDE, FOR LONGER. CANT WE JUST SKIP WINTER? BUT THE PEOPLE LOVE WINTER IN MICHIGAN. DONT GET ME WRONG, WINTER BRINGS SOME SORT OF BEAUTY TO THE PLATTER OF MICHIGAN SEASONS THAT IS RARELY DUPLICSTED ELSEWHERE. SNOWFALL IS DECREASING, I THINK. COLD'S HARSH MAGNITUDE INCREASES ANNUALLY. THE WINDS INCREASE ASWELL. AND IT IS THE WIND THAT I DO NOT FAVOR. FOR WIND'S CHILL HAS AN ALL ACCESS PASS TO JUST ABOUT ANY PLACE, ON EARTH AND IN SPACE. THERE IS NO HIDING. ONE CAN TRY TO SHIELD FROM IT, WHICH WORKS TO A DEGREE. NOT IN OUR FAVOR, I'M AFRAID. AS FOR THE SNOW, IT COMES IT GOES IT MELTS AND REAPPEARS. MOST DAYS IT IS A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES. AS FOR THE OTHERS IT IS A SORRY SIGHT FOR THE EYES. THE THOUGHT OF HUNDREDS OF DRIVERS MAKING IRRATIONAL CHOICES BEHIND THE WHEEL GETS TO ME. THAT IS WHY FOR NOW, I WILL RIDE MY BICYCLE. UNTIL THE SNOW FALL, I WONT SEE THE REAGE. THE SNOW BLANKETS THE ICE CRYSTLS, FEEDS THEIR GROWTH. SPIKES IN TEMERATURE, WHILE NICE, ONLY LATER HELP ICE.

i WROTE THIS AT DISCUSSIONS THIS MORNING WAITING FOR THE BUS.

REPTILIOUS

I AM NOT SURE WHEN, BUT I WILL HAVE TURTLE SIMILAR TO THIS AS A PET. I'VE GOT ALOT OF SHIT TO BUY FOR THE NEXT FEW MONTHS. NEXT YEAR MAYBE AROUND MY BIRTHDAY. HE IS A MISSISSIPPI MAP GUY. IT WOULD BE SO DOPE.

GONNA PLAY SOME RISK FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A WHILE, SHOULD PROVE TO BE FUN. AS ALWAYS.

HAND CRAFTED SORT OF

SO I MADE THESE. I PICKED UP THIS MOCCASIN MAKING KIT FROM MICHAELS AND THEY ARE DOPE. BUT, CRAFTING THESE HAS MADE ME WANT TO WRITE A SHORT STORY ABOUT A WARRIOR IN A TRIBE OF WOMEN. NARRATED BY THE GOD OF WAR OR A GOD OF WAR. THERE WONT BE ANY DIALOGUE JUST IMAGES AND THOUGHTS OF THE GOD. I JUST GOT DONE WATCHING APACALYPTO AS WELL, SO THIS MAY BE INFLUENCING ME. BUT I'M GONNA GO FOR IT. SHOOT ME SOME IDEAS.

IM JUST GONNA LAY HERE

I DEFINITELY HAVE TO WAKE UP AT 5:45
AM TO CATCH THE 6:20 BUS INTO G-RAP.
THIS 7:45 CLASS MAKES THE DAYS LONGER
AND PRETTY HIDEOUS AROUND MY TIME
OF WAKING. I'VE SAVED LIKE $200 ON
GAS BY NOT DRIVING DOWNTOWN. ON
THIS PARTICULAR MORNING I DECIDED
TO TRY AND LAY IN BED AND NOT FALL
ASLEEP. SURE ENOUGH 30 MINUTES
LATER I'VE SCARED MYSELF AWAKE AND
TRY TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO. SO I
SET MY ALARM FOR 6:55 AND SKIP THE
BUS FOR THE DAY. OH THE CONVENIENCE
OF A CAR.

I'LL SAVE THE POETICS FOR LATER. MAINLY
BECAUSE IT IS ON 8:46 RIGHT NOW. THERE'S
STILL A WHOLE DAY LEFT.

The low down

HERE IT IS AND HERE IT WILL LIE.
ALL CAPS...YEA, ITS HOW I WRITE.
I'M NOT YELLING, I JUST PREFER
THE CRISP LOOK. BUT THAT IS
BESIDE THE POINT.

ONTHETIPOFTHEBALLPOINT. I'LL
BE POSTING AN ALMOST WRITING
JOURNAL. I LIKE TO WRITE AND
MANIPULATE WORDS, SO THAT'S
WHAT YOU'LL SEE HERE. A FORTUNE
COOKIE ONCE TOLD ME, "YOU ARE
A LOVER OF WORDS AND WILL
SOME DAY WRITE A BOOK." I
SOMEHOW BELIEVE THIS. THERE
NEVER COME A TIME WHEN I'M
NOT THINKING OF SOME
FABULOUS PHRASE, OR SOME
QUARKY QUOTE, BURLY BURGER.

TOSS ME FEEDBACK AND CRITIQUES
WHEN DRAFTED PIECES ARE POSTED.
YOU GIVE IT AND I'LL TAKE IT. IT'LL
ONLY MAKE ME BETTER.