I keep hearing this words from Anberlin's song in my head, so you should probably hear them too:
Come and go now as you please
Your actions write the melodies
To the songs that we sing
And you just sing

And I finally found that life goes on without you
And my world still turns when you're not around

Is this the way you want it?
Is this the way it has to be?
Sitting here beside you
With my heart's lost in New Orleans
Dreams ...

This is a painting I just did on my hoodie. I have come to the happy realization that I have more fun painting on my clothes/bags/hands/etc than on paper sometimes.

I ran into a little boy today on the way to the market. His hair was matted down and his feet were dirty from the city streets. As he stole a quick glance up at me, I caught a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. Tugging ...

Seeing you cry,
hurts me inside.
It cuts deep at my heart,
and bleeds emotions I can't hide.

As you trade your wisdom for fear,
you turn your face down.
There is anger and ire ...
See, they pattern your frown.

Your tears well up,
as your eyes go red.
I truly want to hold you,
but longing stares must suffice instead.

I feel your pain
and it hurts me too.
Please consider that if you left me,
All that I enjoy of me, would leave with you.

(... night passes ...

Isn't it the worst feeling when you realize you can't leave a good enough tip for a waiter/waitress that has been exceptionally nice and attentive? I hate when that happens. It instantly makes me feel so cheap, even if I know the problem is a lack of funds and not a parsimonious outlook on my part. Agh!

Today was so very yummy. Leftover chinese food for lunch, while watching old episodes of The Office; Chinese food ...

Need to Cogitate
There are certain emotions that life evokes,
that grab at you hard, in strangling chokes.
Ones blatant, and rude and horribly coarse.
They are painfully real, fully void of remorse.

Sometimes those emotions give way to end,
to passing of life and eternal rest.
But with love in your life, and side by a friend,
You will find you aren't as wounded, not nearly, at best.

This is just another chapter in the story of a boy,
a man's attempt at freedom ...

Melodies for Disaster
(verse)
Here are some instructions
on how easily to find;
find yourself sitting
beside your darkness of mind.

Take off the paper clothes,
remove your heart from chest.
Leave behind only
what'll feed the pain the best.

Play now a song
from a playlist marked "For Death".
Turn high the volume
and take your last breathe.

(chorus)
These are the notes I write.
These are the words of song.
They all lead me down,
under the pathway of dawn.

They are all the words
The ones stuck in my head
I can never ...

I don't have anything to show for Sunday ... I only offer this short poem instead:
A day that begins so good,
should never leave the night
so very dark.

This bright morning
should never have become
something so terribly stark.

Finding a friend --
fills life with worth.
Losing a friendship --
tears worth from life.

A day that ends like this,
so near hopeless and so ready to die;
deserves to be strangled
with its own cause for strife.

Here is the PDF-printable version of this Color Me!

Love is only as good as you make it out to be. Dating and marriage can only reflect what is put into those relationships. I think both are very much like any precious piece of art or well-crafted literary wonder. The more time you commit and the more energy you sacrifice, the better the results. Nobody every painted something admire-able that did not cost them. Nobody ...

A fat man and a poem, destined for Michelle's mailbox.

"Here is a man that is fatter than fat.
Clearly he is. We can all see that.

"His story is sad. It really, truly is ...
See, he's so very fat
because he ate all his kids."