Hypocrite

observer of the sky
your telescope held high
peering at the heavens
are you looking for a sign?

digger at the earth
working for your worth
pulling at the dirt
you are in need of mirth.

writer of the verse,
are you better or worse?
eyes open wide enough
to know the human curse
you only know enough to
know you know you don't.

What I am not

I'm simply not for subtle,
As any would attest.
But if I were, I'd subtly say
For you, I'd give the best.

I've never been a cryptic,
God knows I'm not complex,
And if I were a mystery
I'd be the one perplexed.

I'm not a fan of formulaic
Though it's nice to know the end
Will always have an answer.
Unlike: could we have been?

Still, I am a realist.
Well, as real as one with hope.
Which makes a bit too blurry,
Perspective when you cope.

So never mind the subtle
Or the secret coded kind
This equation could befuddle
But I don't suppose I mind.

Want Havenot

Silly bird, surefeathered
the clouds his
frosted domain.

But oh, to be a swimmer
breathing sweet darkcurrents;
seabeast born.

those kind waves taste
only of death for
him.

It is not his decision
to be made
but his burden to bear.

Crappy Facebook!

O.K. so usually I post my poetry on Facebook first, if anything. But, due to a sneaky move by the fine makers of Facebook, I will no longer be doing that at all. Ever. This means two things: more posts, and a whole lot more poetry. I hope you like to read. :) Oh, and, I'm taking pics of all my artwork, so don't worry, that's coming too.

Conversations

Brain, we need to talk.
As of late we don't agree.
I'm trying, but I must know:
Compromise to what degree?

Well, Heart, this is simple.
You don't love what you can't have
I recommend another choice
This girl is not so bad.

Listen closely, friend,
I've been beating for a while
I don't care if there's a list
And the girls are single file,

Sometimes I cannot choose
That which I would want.
Unlike you, my mind and mentor,
Common sense is not my font.

Wingdings then, my hearty friend,
Just punctuate your words
And one day we'll write sentences
That won't be as absurd.

Just remember, like I said,
What you can't have should not be loved.
Sampson died and Troy destroyed
History teaches, so rise above.

Cowboy Carrion

During the FINAL HOLIDAY BREAK OF MY LIFE (during college, at any rate) I started on a piece that was heavily influenced by Phil Hale. So much so that it is almost a direct tribute to him. Now, this may in fact stymie the chances I have of it getting anywhere in AOI of SOI, but I don't care.
Ahem. Due enthusiasm aside, I am cautiously optimistic about getting this thing up in places. Fact is, anyone within my vicinity has seen this picture, what with me pleading for them to take a look-see. It's oil on canvas board, 26x32"

Phil Hale tribute

Here is what I am presently working on. Hope ya like it!