poems abound

a poem which witnesses to my wonder at music near a campfire...it is cold at these times... with friends and wine

firesongs

none knows where you've been
but the rumor of fires
set ablaze in the night--of wooden limbs set to burn
smells in the trappings...we were all there...and not there
nights spent blissful...now fear an the eater of beauty...souls a garnish

again the magic of a guitar--humming is not equal to it
a strum of simple-no energies wasted- I am now caught in primeval hymns
somehow the burning sound burns longer in the mind
always sounds afresh...guitars remember the world invisible to us
the world in one movement of the strings
the strum not unlike the first strum

and yet new pangs rest uneasily, excitedly
on the horizon in our souls; a loved one is kept there
like a seraphim burning...a muse who was before cynical
there almost seems to be a covenant made
whose full promise is a joy--a wistful pain still more
but enjoyable; wholesome in the ring of the strings

so in the embers is the death of a cycle
like ending in song; the melody giving way
to a purring silence; a cacaphony of silence--quiet exuded to extreme
puts the song in its throne as god of all
and we are all dreaming of embraces
rapture of skin, lips fused together
hearts made one

finis

my dorky friend's webpage

several people that I know are amusing in a strange way...this is shawn.
or you may check out his roomate doug.

these are the contents of an email a friend sent me--this is happening tomorrow. I think I will go. any takers?

"The September Environmental Breakfast has been rescheduled for October
15th
due to Hurricane Ivan."

"The  Mayor's Environmental Breakfast on Compressed Natural Gas will be
held
in conjunction with the
GNOCC (Greater New Orleans Clean Cities Coalition).  Attendees will be
able
to drive a CNG vehicle and to see
how it is fueled.
Date October 15, 2004
Time 8:00-9:30 a.m. (Allow more time to drive the car)
Place Entergy in downtown New Orleans, near the Superdome, 1600 Perdido
Street
Enter the Entergy facility on Perdido across from the VA hospital and
park
in the lot.  Building 529 is the 2 story building facing the Superdome.
The
assembly
room is the room closest to the Superdome.
Speaker Tammy Morgan of the Baton Rouge Clean Cities Coalition"

"Other items to be discussed are the upcoming Biodiesel and idling
reduction
workshops as well as the LA State Alternative Fuels Vehicles conference
to
be held in January 2005."



"In other news, National Geographic is conducting an on-line survey to
determine how people accross the US feel about spending federal money to
restore our wetlands.  The survey can be found at
http://magma.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0410/index.html"

"Please take a moment to register your support for our wetlands."



Yarrow Etheredge
Director, Office of Environmental Affairs
Mayor's Office of Economic Development
1300 Perdido St., Suite 8E06
(504)658-4075

some cool stuff for those of you design geeks

here is a link to the new material piece that nbbj did.

my favorite is the "super black paint." it really pushes your conception of what a new material is or what it can do.

i also find it amusing that someone invented something called "super black" that is supposed to be the "blackest," most unrelfective paint ever made. its beyond bizzare.

images that are amusing

some cool pictures for anyone to see

another poem

2
the words that go unspoken on the color of the sun

have all but allueded me--these deep hours,
and the wave of grief, having greetted my own disaction
letting slip urgent breaths, divine dreams like pages
--a book that I cannot finish under a sleep of conformed living
and then there is the regret, a folding of the mind in its own languish

breathless they are, these dreams I hug nightly
fitful and raw, wearing heavy on the conscience
whether I will retain the kernel of light in my present worry
forces a quick scribble of words, as if time for writing will end
and love, like water, like sand, will fade from the formworks
of my musings. a candle in the wind, before the killing gust.

and yet memories not as if dying fruit have aromas
that do not share the mortality of clocked time.
petals that once plucked do not fade into an intert gray
but retain colors deeper than a color can really be
and words do not justice even when they are aptly hewn
from a lover’s lips, from moments emblazoned in grace.

They lie down—such muses—if they are not asked properly
Sleeping until a heart, a soul awakens delight.
Eyes startled in the early morning as sun creeps in.
Slowed time momentarily here—now gone with such speed.
That even the mind forgets of its waking times.
That even nocturnal tomes cannot breath air actual, real.

And when a life strikes chord against the repeating days
Resounding in the space of a hurried glimpse breath fails
Time stops in the mind—a string plucked out of tune
Joys of a simpler day return to the edges of routine
Renderings record themselves on the back side of the mind
Only to slip under and sleep there—guarded not by strength but weakness

a poem i just wrote

here is the mindflow of a 24 year old getting out of bed and going to work:

9-7-04

point of no return

swirlings of brown sheets and there is an ache
big as texas—and maybe as heavy
on the back of my head, toes as well
the message: do not get up…this is a point of no return
the stupid phosphorous numbers are laughing at me,
running away at the speed of light…hah! Light…

rolling over is not good…she will be there
a whine is all she will give me…all she will dispense
to this little stage, this test of wills…
the message: do not get up…this is a point of no return
a rise and fall of her chest teaches me of life all over again…
and the ache gets a little smaller…something else grows…

drops of water on the neck, eyes are open now
yellow curtain is like a teen movie…not as cheesy
or as amusing to imagine…teen land…candy land
the message : don’t get going…you are past the point of no return
having learned again that I am lustful and that means there is purpose…
water is now suffocating…move faster…

bland wall coverings ; the back door is not a portal
thresholds like fly swatters…the job is done but ugly
smelling of salt and creamer, coffee is now my father
the message : get going…you are past the point of no return
smiles, nods, a few overstated words…drive home my membership
pixels are ridiculing me, “where have you been…”

large wide glass and there is a sky…
bigger than texas—and much brighter
my mind has nothing in it…in this moment’s space
the eventual message : don’t worry…you are a point of no return
you are all or nothing…you are beauty stretched
like butter over too much toast…

have discovered a new plan

so...

out of a job...

enthusiastically looking for a job...

wasting lots of time...

want to visit japan...


might move to chicago.