Friday, June 18, 2004

Mahogany moon

Through the mist of unspoken words, and the haze of those unthought,
Through the reflection of a few forgettable dreams and the scent of those that rot,
An echo is heard, of voices submerged, in the oceans of passion unfelt,
A melody is freed from the reveries, of some lavished memories and of those withheld.

With the mahogany moon of fleeting nights and the stars of those unspent,
With the reluctant dawn of lingering days and the twilight of those that end,
An hourglass is formed, of time unadorned, with dunes of words unheard,
A sigh is released from the heights, of some denied tides and of those unbarred.

-- By The Word of Wisdom in my life...




Tuesday, June 15, 2004

I just read this nick, and i just HAD to post it:

"...Last night i played a blank tape on full blast. The mime next door went mad..."

Monday, June 07, 2004


Just messing around with photoshop and a poem written by a friend of mine (give up a hand for Ali Izhar, aka Chuss). The poem was pasted before, always wanted to put art to wrods, and this turned out better then i hoped for, with a LOT of room for improvement.

Who Says life isnt interesting?

Man at Work...

Streetside Reminiscing...