I only see yo——-> in shades of gray. The memo——–> all seem so far away. You had be——-> for quite a while. With that w—–> with that smile. A certain ——-> in your eyes. A certain ——-> in your stare. You gave it ——-> across the room. You gave ——->hen you flipped your hair. ——-> time could be put into reverse. ——-> there ——-> time to rehearse, ——-> it all ——-> out the same? ——->ou ——-> my face and no——-> The love w——->h care? Were ——->red with yo——->nough? The ——->een part of ——->ust have been ——->u’ve se——-> of my life. ——-> for t——->. ——-> it ever really mean to be? There’s always going to be something new or something better suited for you. Well wishes as you head ———->
Palms get sweaty in the grip of cold hands. She is so damn fine. His throat breathes hot fire and he wants to say something, but his words will feel as dry as his mouth does. Why did it have to be today? Please… don’t walk my way. Every step is a reminder of every wound of every time she stabbed his back. But she is so damn fine. Her voice in the dark was more powerful than her face in the light of day. Why did it have to be today? Please… don’t walk my way. Please. Reminders of love whispered at the back of his ear. Closed eyes take him to those moments like a time machine. Opened them… and she was gone. Was she ever there? Please… please come back my way.
They say new life makes losing life easier to understand. I like to think that new life is a continuation of a previous one. I feel like the second a person passes on that they are being born again somewhere else in the world. The white light at the end of life is the white light we see in the start of a new one. Maybe that’s why we don’t know much about dying or remember being born. Maybe that’s why we make certain connections with people. They are someone we knew before, but we just don’t know where or when we knew them. So yeah, maybe new life does make losing life easier to understand. Or maybe it just makes it even more confusing…
Shine on brightness of days to come. You are the sun on the new horizon of my life. Thoughts of me evaporate into thoughts of you. New reasons to exist light my passion. Feelings taken over by feelings in a continuous loop. Your face in my dreams is beautiful. Your heart in my hands is to love. Your soul on this earth is to die for.
What will you look like? Who will you be? Will you stay close or fall far from the tree? I’m sure you’ll have blue eyes, but what will they see? Will you be a writer or an artist like me? Will you dance in the sun? Will you surf in the waves? Will you listen to nature and all that it says? Will you love the music that I listen to? Will the words that you hear influence you? Will you want to go travel and see different worlds? What will you be like my baby girl? My dreams for you are really dreams for me. I know that you’ll be who you’re gonna be. I won’t get my hopes up that you’ll be like me. But I hope that the apple stays close to the tree.
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Tears of happiness, love, joy. I cry for you, for life. Tears of pain, sorrow, fear. I cry for you, for life. When the positive vibes get me. I cry for the world, for life. When the negativity surrounds. I cry for the world, for life. Don’t worry it will all be okay. Don’t worry it will all make sense. When I cry…
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When is the last time you put your hands in the soil? When is the last time you felt like part of this Earth? Don’t get disconnected from your mother. Don’t forget what life is worth. Planted here for a purpose. Planted here to grow. Planted here to be a part of something bigger than you know. If it were all just so easy. If you didn’t need to try. Would you still make an effort before you died? Put your hands in the soil and become one with the Earth. Plant seeds today and make the most of their worth.
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Gaze upon me now
A desperate soul for all time
Bound forever to this barren land… desolate
My spirit has been pierced
So crucify if you must
But just recall it’s in your creed
Not to judge
Crucify me, I am the pierced spirit
Crucify me, for I know that you must
You must ~The Pierced Spirit, Iced Earth
Our friend Joe was back home from London, England for a bit and came over to visit. I was working on the project as usual and thought I’d get him in on it. I did a little version of the Rorschach test on him, but only for this one image. “What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you look at this?” Burnt Toast in Bed was born. Do you see what Joe sees or is there some other image in your mind?
If you change yourself you will change your world. If you change how you think then you will change how you feel and what actions you take. And so the world around you will change. Not only because you are now viewing your environment through new lenses of thoughts and emotions but also because the change within can allow you to take action in ways you wouldn’t have – or maybe even have thought about – while stuck in your old thought patterns. ~Gandhi
Rise up this mornin’. Yawn with the rising sun. There is a bird, that’s in my mind set. Singin’ sweet songs, to me to get me out of bed. And get images into my head, head, head… Singin’ start drawing… everything. Cuz everything you draw… is gonna be just right. Singin’ start drawing… everything. Cuz everything you draw… is gonna be just right. Rise up this mornin’. I got a pen in hand. I got some paper and markers too. I’m gonna draw now, draw now for all of you, you, you… Singin’ start drawing… everything. Cuz everything you draw… is gonna be just right. Singin’ start drawing… everything. Cuz everything you draw… is gonna be just right. ~my take on Three Little Birds
What would you do if there were portals that would let you travel back in time? Would you go back and win the lottery? Would you make sure you got all A’s in school? Maybe re-live a moment in time a little bit differently? Or maybe not use the portals at all? Maybe everything that is happening now is happening for a reason and it doesn’t need to be changed. Maybe this was written? Maybe…
The name of this piece is brought to you by my co-worker/friend Seth. I was scanning it when he came over and that was the first thing that came to his head when he saw it. So, What A Dandy it is. Hope today is a dandy for everyone else as well. Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there!
We only get one while we’re here and we can’t even remember most of the beginning parts. What was I thinking about when I was in those first few years? How were all of these things around me shaping the person I am today? There are such high hopes for you when you are brand new. Did my mother know that when she gave me a piece of paper and a box of crayons that it would turn into this?
What is everyone so worried about? Life? Life goes on and on and on and… Think about the hardest part of your day today and realize it isn’t really that hard at all. Someone out there has got it way worse than you do. People are dying of hunger while others honk their horns in line at the drive-thru because the service isn’t fast enough. Back off the horn and calm down a little. Calm is a state of mind, the state of my mine.