Alternate Title For This Blog

"drift a little more, a little less..." maybe I shoulda called it that. I'm obviously not the most diligent man in the human community. It's taking me alot longer than I thought to stop drifting, and my efforts are more like a little league baller who's secretly playing the role of a ninja turtle while running the bases than an olympic athelete. But yesterday I found a little hope, and have decided to try try again. Maybe this time. Resilience. Perseverance. These are the qualities that drive us on when we feel outmanneded and under the gun. Hopefully I will be granted the strength to succeed more often and waste less energy.

Part of the reason I post so little is that my scanner is the only way I have of putting artwork in ( camera was stolen a while back ) and I haven't been writing much. Hopefully that will change. Certainly its time to start perusing other blogs for inspiration, as well as saving to replace the tools that keep life exciting. A little blurb from my life :

The walls were closing in again,
as agitation tapped my head
and fear wore its wicked grin.
I paced and walked and thought and talked
but no peace would settle in.
like a ratmaze around a saltines box,
my pacing path had worn thin.
as I lapped my bed on my foot wide track,
i cursed as I struck my shin.
Must have been the laundry
as I tried to step it over,
or the piles of beer bottles littering the floor
or the junk i tucked behind the door
where I hide the mirror.
By God, it hurt, and anger grabbed me.
The walls quickened their pace.
In a moment my mattress was on the curb
and I'd more than doubled my pacing space.
now i sleep on the floor
with something blocking the doorcracks
just in case the winged crawlers are out.
I stare at the cieling
and my back is now healing
and I've room now to wander about...