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It’s not yet midnight.

I can smell the salty tide

And hear the change it brings

to my broken wings

even though it stings

when I face the other side

and the hurt inside.

Yet I know what resides

is the might and the right

to move on…

So let’s get on

with this fight

and this plight.

I’ve had enough

don’t say its rough

when you’ve only looked

read things in books

but your heart is away

and mine is astray

All the while we betray

our true selves

to this day.

Hold on

then…

There must be an answer

Why do we pander

to the needs and wants

of the spiritually gaunt

while we meander

through the haunts

of things that happened…

when?

(Sorry for this one...ick)

Cal Coming and Mass Going

I'm rockin' the streets of San Diego with my identity-crised vehicle. Put the new Cal plate on front but the back plate's bolts are so rusted and corroded from years of New England winters that I couldn't get the thing off. So, I'm sportin' Cali a -comin' and Mass a-goin'. Guh-huh! Sure am makin' a splash here in SoCal.

Mural Progress

Focusing on this corner so I can move my bed back!

Mural Progress

Painting progress, a couple of days worth...

Studio Mural Project

I'm muraling my l'il studio by the sea and I'm going to post the progress. The composition and style are borrowed from Scott Wills’ work on “Samurai Jack.” (Scott Wills is an amazing animation background painter.) In the "old days" students of painting would copy the Masters to learn technique, etc. So this is my personal learning project...painting in the style of an artist I admire. His work is colorful and fun and deceptively simple...a perfect application for a mural project. Here's "phase one" complete...

Today's Scribble

It’s “only” 11 o’clock

but it feels like 3 a.m.

Gotta get up at five

gotta go to sleep now…

Listened to an interview with the writer,

watched a documentary about the filmmaker,

read an article about the artist

and a book about the warrior

and the spiritual leaders.

Where am I now

in this journey?

Lost and confused

near hopeless

empty and wanting

seeds that want growing…

Desert fruits grow somehow

on a drop of water.

A sapling finds its way

in the shadow of the hemlock and fir.

I’m still “wandering the desert”

In search of answers

And maybe treasure, too.

But I know it’s just torture

and testing

of a mind and a body

too human or not human enough

for this struggle and this journey

while punching the time clock

and dreaming of sea cliffs and paintings and stories…

Behind on this side

More "sculptures" in the Fresh Produce collection on my FB page...

And some bad poetry.