Getting Lost in Abstract

"Sometimes being lost in color is the only way to avoid the dullness of life." ~Me

A Relative State of Clearness

It's always a wait for him.  While the one being waited on realizes that the waitee is not worth her wait at all.  When will the clearness come to him that he is the reason why the wait never ends.

Flutter No More Hateful Dreams

The One

"I want the man who would see me, even if he were blind." ~Me

In the End

Somehow, it always comes to this, the worst kind of silence . . .

Why Hold on Deadwood

"Loud and clear but you still don't get it
I call you up and then I'll regret it
It gets me down
You want the truth but you look right through it
Deadwood, but you hold on to it
It's such a shame"

(Lyrics by Garbage; Deadwood)

We all want a truth that fits what we want when we want it. We all want what's not good for us, we all want the grass on the other side...but sometimes, the grass has weeds. 

Sometimes Its All You Got

When there's no more words and no more thoughts to distract the heaviness, sometimes the quietness takes over.  It envelopes you, it makes you question what its all been worth . . . if there ever was a worth to have been.


Sometimes, being yourself is all you got.

Does it Always have to ...

You were so unbelievably undeserving of my time, my heart, my love...

Leftover Novelties

"Good taste distracts the mind of creativity."

A Weighted Decision

Day by day I become myself once again
And the craving subsides in my heart
No memories being created, old ones do expire 
Without our words make it easier to be apart.

A choice made by the victims of circumstance
We cannot dwell on the thought of sacrifice,
So in my secret hell my life will continue
Until we can maintain and fight this vice.

Then if these two souls intertwine once more
A road made of different stones we'll cross,
A new bridge we'll develop through simpler love
All forgiven - our past of painful words and loss.

An Old Story . . .

Photo taken by Michael Moore Photography

"There's tarts and whores but you're much more
You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds
And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
It's just that face on your pillowcase that thrills you"
(... Lyrics by Garbage; Butterfly Collector)

Pleasure is a Matter of Disposition

"Be careful Anais, abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones."

Years of Fun

My experience as a photographer has been nothing short of amazing.

A Paper Heart . . .

A Life Made by a Paper Heart


In this deafening storm of my mind I'm stripped.
I seek a shelter of words that bring my resistence,
And terrorize my soul beyond their meaning of simplicity
Yet what is it you see that reminds you of intricacy?


Can you read the pages that have created this book
How it will end? The details of this ardor are still unclear.
Can you write the epilogue that will be my life story 
Or will you simply read it after a dusty shelf life of boredom? 


In these pages, my life sits undisturbed and undiscovered
Safe from critical minds and contemptuous people unlived
I will remain impervious to the point of my own insanity
For this paper heart will continue on untorn and enchanted.


~Me

Making a New Life Decision

It all seems to get lost, within my head and definitely within my heart. Jumbled and knocked about by my morals and better judgment.  I allow, what would normally make sense, to grab a hold of my decisions and violently shove them into place when in reality it would be best to presume it's always in the wrong direction and to redirect those decisions to a higher ground. Sounds a little jumbled, eh? 


There seems to be a very clear answer to the question . . .