I think

I think it’s time to immerse myself again in words, sentences and the universe of ideas, concepts and structure. It’s been too long. But before any form writing submerges to the surface, I’ve been meddling with the camera on my cell phone (Nokia Lumia 925) and trying to be creative with photo filter apps and just editing (on my cell phone and iPad) whatever I think looks good. If you want to check that out you can click on this link: ART?

Here’s to writing and stuff that expresses the love of art.

to be real

This piece (I want to call it some sort of poem but it does not fit the category) is somewhat inspired by “The Words.

his anger was somewhere else
though it seemed to project itself in his lashings at objects
whatever it was that was within his reach

but what he wanted to reach was not in the present interior
it was somewhere

the past

in which he could not tweak
he could not change
he could not touch
nor feel with his hands

and all he wanted
all he longed for
was not to run
but for him to be real
“i’m sorry.”


If I only see the point of being relational in the juncture

of being influential

of being the change

of working out the negatives into positives

then I’ve lost the meaning of what it means

to be relational.

Because then,

relational becomes just another program

something we allow our mouths to say

and think it believes in

but really

really far from that

just words

and syllables

that evades what relational really means

which is just to be

and be

and be

and be

there for the sake

and very life of another.

If there is any truth

to just be there for another

it is then

to rediscover

what it means to be


wondering perfection

It has been awhile but I penned this last Friday. With a few adjustments of course.


the beauty of perfection, if there ever was and is such a thing,
feels like death,

but looks and is shaped like, pure gold,

the inner will lead, the process of tilling,
of refining,
the outer,
into wonder.