Couple new things from Mr. No Time to Blog...

this is a new canvas, approx. 20x28, done with acrylic / sand / peanut shells, for sale now! make

a realistic offer, and it will soon be yours.

ALSO  i have found an incredible band ( apparently millions of Europeans found them before I did... ) 

Mumford & Sons - check them out on Myspace or their own site. they will rock you. "The Cave" is a personal favorite! enjoy, and remember, it's all about love ( just ask the Beatles... )

Moment of Clarity

thinking how i don't want to smell like gin

tomorrow when work's the game and the hope's to win...

my time has become bumpy;

my hit streak's gone slumpy;

why do i always try so hard?

why have I not tried harder?

why can I see so far,

and not still be smarter?

as her breath stops on her phone microphone,

and my own reeks of beer, just alone,

i wonder if she could love me?

maybe she would if i could just see

in more than 11949568348 directions as i wander,

on bike or on foot I saunter,

faining joviality,

maintaining civility,

wishing love was all that I can see,

as in this world i drown.

Helen of Beale

i went wandering the other nite. to tell the truth i walked nearly ten miles, enjoyed a morning on a riverside, and crashed a friend's pool the next day to rest my feet. somewhere along the way i had some fun. the next day i remembered a highlight of the night, and drew this, which looks nothing at all like the girl i saw, my helen of beale.

Floundering Around

And still the words cannot be found

yes I’m floundering around

and though I walk alone I know that I don’t have to.

what must I do? Please make me want you…

there’s an aching in my soul

and my mind feels so old

the weight of the world’s too much for me

and You, you carry it so easily…

though the sun is shining;

though wind is calm

and beautiful

though this life’s worth living

I don’t feel the same at all

such a fool

surround myself with nothing,

I connect with no one

and when I do somehow I just mess up

won’t you please help me look up?

still I soldier on,

cause we’ll all soon be gone

and it’s love I need

it’s love you breathe

can I get some air, in here

drown out all these fears

and let me love…

Eddies and Storms

drifting again

through seas of discontent,

pushing away from sin

and what is spent

may be more that what I've got.

who I've been

and who I am meet in a torrent

as once again

i tell the world to get bent

because I'm sure of what I'm not.

my family is a sea

that I fear to swim of late

as the tears I cry

destroy the lies of fate.

they churn, eddies that radiate their liveliness-

we're each our own little storm, I guess.

How does this thing work?

I have raved about the coolness of blogging; the voice in the world of each individual blogger, out there, just to be heard - ignored or listened to, discarded or treasured, each voice one in billions but still there - the personal publisher, the open forum to end all open forums - but I've never managed to get many people to view my blog ( not that I expect masses of people to appreciate it - visual art and poetry are niche interests in the digital age. ) How does it work? How do I find and talk to others in the world of blogging? I guess it doesn't help that my scanner is a $200 paperweight, and my digicam was stolen, and I only have an internet connection on one day every week or so, and I'm not really writing or painting so much anymore, but I digress.

The fact is that I have several ideas that could benefit greatly from some outside input... blogging itself being the least of those ideas. This thing is supposed to bridge gaps and allow a person some creative freedom; HELP!! any advice would be greatly appreciated. Much love and pleasure to anyone who reads this, and even more to anyone who advises this drifting, headstrong man in channeling his creative spark. Everyone knows that a headstrong drifter is a recipe for disaster - so DRIFT NO MORE...

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...