and all he does is sleep.

I thought before entering the the realm of my dream state i would provide you with the quick and sometimes delirious ramblings straight from my mind.
Today made me realize how much I appreciate Fridays and the comings of Saturdays.
They are like kinder surprises which hold the delicate treat of allowing me to sleep in,
and giving my "snooze" button a much needed break. The comforts of my bed call me
like a siren at the cliff of the sea. Productivity is lost as comforts are found.

I continue to walk down the path of creating my dreams into a reality.
I occupy the dull moments spent on the bus with daydreams,
where I travel to the land of probability.



So much is happening right now. Yet nothing appears in front of my eyes.

I like to switch up my daily routes. Sometimes busting a left and other times
busting a right. Today I decided to take a different bus to the good old downtown
of the nations capital. This route allowed me to see the ducks who have chosen to remain
strong and wait out the good old Canadian Winter. Not like their avian relatives, the Canadian Geese who are currently playing bingo in Florida. These ducks pass their time cuddling up in a little stream which is misplaced within the confines of suburbia. I cant help but to think of my buddy Holden, who was unable to catch on to the fact that this phony world is what we make of it.
Speaking of which, there is apparently a Cougar on the loose. I don't mean a plus 40 year old woman who is unable to scratch her itch for the younger gents. I mean a real deal Hollyfield Cougar. My mother is certain she saw its paw prints in our backyard and apparently there were more sightings around my neighborhood. PURMEOW

i do a lot of things
and,
sometimes i do nothing
and
that makes all the difference.

Upon my return from the city of sleaze. I could not help but to be reminded of how lucky and fortunate I am to have amazing friends in my life.
I made the decision years ago to replace convenience with substance. So here I am standing under the rays of sun, bristling with pride as I look upon the things that I hold dear.


The stars fill the sky,
Replacing the absence of the sun
Proving that light can exist within the darkness.


**I rarely include these many photographs from my own work but I thunk to myself. Why the bloody not? So here I go, Drizzling this blogspace with photographs that were only before organized within the confines of my mind.
his masculine frame
was unable to contain
all that stirred within.

he lives within my past,
yet i can't help but imagine him
within my future,
waiting with that smile
i so long to kiss.



SWEET DREAMS.

For those who believe in the unseen.

I have come to realize that I suffer from the Goldilocks syndrome.

In the world of romance everything appears to be sub-par.

Where am I? Perhaps we should distinguish that question within a more specific realm. I myself stand within a realm of an approaching transition. Preparing for the manifestation of my dreams. I balance my weight on the mast of a paper ship. Able to see the land that is to come my way. Determination,faith and confidence are the essential ingredients of this stew. Shaken and stirred. The scent of the possibilities to come permeate my dreams allowing me to imagine the possibilities to come.
Death is often feared within our society. If we were to ignore it's presence, perhaps it would not present itself within the possibilities of what is to inevitably to come. I discovered this interesting custom of creating death masks. It would often be done for the distinguished individuals of history; Abraham Lincoln, Henri II, Alfred Hitchcock etc etc. Not only were masks created to pay respects they were also used within Phrenology. A pseudoscience which believed that anatomical sizing of an individual could determine their personality. For example a big head equates liars or other rubbish of that sort.


Television has been the bane of my productivity. I just watched three episodes back to back on British real estate. Do I have plans of investing? No. Do I have plans of moving to England? No.

Again, television will be the bane of my productivity. I forced myself to change the channel to get a scoop of the real world. BBC has poured it out in front of my eyes like a dealer at a grisly casino.
I can relate to Henry Darger. A man who chose to dislocate himself from a world that orphaned him. Creating a secluded space all for himself and his rebellious posse of girls fighting off the slave owners. It's ironic that the wealth from his creations began to fall from the sky at a time when he is unable to profit from it.

And so it goes,

I am off to dream.

we are lions

It had been a while since she was able to spew words out through the fine art of the letters. Much had happened disguised as nothing, where everything looked the same. The world had turned, celebrating another annual spin. She watched the rise and fall of a beast that once was so gentle. The transformation proved to hold ghastly consequences. She was struck by the overwhelming euphoria of her insatiable wanderlust. Taking her to states that no designer high could provide.
She stood below its' giant edifice, which stood out from within the forest of towers. Her creativity naturally came out as if she were a spider building her web of comfort. Allowing her to escape to a place called her own. She often rode her magic carpet of faith. With the hopes to divert her from any harm. The pillars stood tall to prevent her fall. Behind her eyes she held the ability to imagine the contents of what was to come her way. .

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