Sunday, April 26, 2009

In the dark...

What do you see,
In the dark,
When the demons come…

The lonely faces…

The empty fields
Black rivers, running in reverse…

The oceans crashing
Cold winds on an empty beach…

The raging fire…
Inside…
Deep inside…

Me…

The one I left behind
Those that left me behind…

All those people…
All those lies…
All those promises unfulfilled…

A towering glass wall
In all directions
Cold concrete below
Infinite sky above…

The ground throws me
To the air
Free fall
Blackout…

What do you see,
In the dark,
When the demons come…





Photo by jbratt: Water on Fire

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

6 Days of ...

I woke up one day
Lost in fog
Light
Blinding white light
Hot as it hit the skin
Poking through

I looked within
To see what I could find
So much
Confusion
Organized calamity
Disheveled uniformity

An ocean on the horizon
No birds on the shore
No life for miles
Behind me a forest of figures
Giant and small
Familiar but distant

Sounds of mourning
Voices singing on
Cold winds
No time
Just fog, light beams on
Crashing waves

Smell of rain
Smoke entwines the light
Burning oak & cedar
Sweet incense
Salt winds
And I hear tears

I couldn’t hold on
Landslide buried me
Breath gone
Light only memory
No more room
No more road

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Motto

There is something to be said for work that requires little thought. I've always found simple work to be very boring. I've always made sport of it. I remember in school purposefully not studying for tests, just to see how much I could remember (I only had 1 B in High School, PE, and I was a 4 sport Athlete). Sometimes I would simply shorten the time I would allow myself to fill out the exam by waiting until there were only 30 or so minutes left. I've always found that work that did not require adjustment or adaptation to be too easy. Kind of like my relationships, if it came easy, I got bored. Something about challenge or expectation of failure that drove me. Sometimes, I feel as though I've lost that edge.

Growing up, I was ingrained with a motto of "Excellence Expected, Excellence Achieved". I always thought that that meant excellence was expected of me and if not achieved, that I had failed. I still feel that way today, though I've started to think that it meant more that if one expected excellence of themselves, then excellence would be achieved. Either way, it sets the bar pretty high.

I'm Mr. Wolf, I solve problems.

So, I write by memory and my memory plays like a Quentin Tarantino movie. Pardon the jumping around. I also write in odd style, from prose to recounting in journalistic style to faded photographs. I beg your patience as I piece together the journey.