Monday, February 28, 2011

I only grant misgivings to those who 'Mind'

Why are we all so competitivley transitory?

Did I really tax your till or is my transgression against you mentally fabricated?

Is their such emergency to the despondance of woe towards those who counter your mental fabric, or is that made up too?

I mean really, did you change in any way because of your confict with me?

I am just as responcible for such situations as well, though I am more apt to pay you no mind, yet I will grant you the benefit of the "Doubt".


Thursday, February 17, 2011

"Transcend Me"

If I collected every bit of premise and distraction about my false-ego, would you see a soul?


Find out for yourself~!

Art Pix 2.5K Full Collection (almost)

"2.5K Full Collection Part One"

"2.5K Full Collection Part Two"

"2.5K Fulll Collection Part Three"

These Three Galleries Compose my entire body of Produced Art

Monday, February 14, 2011

Unattended Flowers

Imagine you are traveling though the forest and all these atractive flowers on the lush and hillside suddenly start cringing.

Am I so detestable? Could there even be wrongdoing on my path?

I do not know a flower of the forest that has been so predisposed to unwanted attention.

Perhaps 'Beauty' is not ~always~ in the eye of the beholder.

I honestly feel to consider that my appearance as an unhinged groom may be a problem, I am still more of a nonconformist than an upstart.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011


Delerium is arguably the best word in the english language to describe Mental Dissorder.

It implies one is subject to bewilderment and over-pronounced moods.

However, what does that mean exactly?

Does it mean said person is 'broken'?


Does it mean they are 'faulty'?

NO Way!

Then what does it mean?

It could imply the person needs good nurturing.

Stop playing with my Delerium.

Monday, January 24, 2011

We Means Also Me

To much of our time we consider only ourselves, in its painfull pretentious pose.

Perhaps, if only we applied our sense of importance in the venue of community, we could expereince the wholeness we are starving for.

What is it inside that has yet to bond relationally, is it part of what we are holding onto, not ready to release?

I have so many peices to my sense of identity I grasp onto like my limbs must come off first before I let go of what I hold, could you apreciate this?

What is it you are missing, is it what I have to offer, or you to me?

Maybe Ill spend the rest of my life subject to bewilderments and overpronounced emotions, if I choose to.

Give Peace a Chance