Pain

•May 25, 2009 • Leave a Comment

“…My point is, most of our pain is derived from some wrong way we perceived (usually under fire) how to preserve our own dignity and self-respect but ironically lost it all in our desperation to come out on top…”

•April 19, 2009 • 2 Comments

 

•April 8, 2009 • Leave a Comment

•April 8, 2009 • Leave a Comment

It’s no coincidence that many languages use the same word for poet and prophet.

Dark things

•April 6, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I have never considered myself to be a dark person. Maybe it is the secrets that have been exposed throughout my life that inexplicably draw me to the dark side. Maybe it is the terrible terrible things that I have done and been exposed to that make the dark side of humanity comfortable and familiar. Nonetheless, I have a penchant for things that reveal the inner demons in the human psyche in a twisted and surreal way. I believe it is cathartic to participate in the viewing and the attempt to understand these very dark things. 

How good it feels for me

•April 5, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Nighttime

•April 5, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I am a night owl. Maybe it is because nighttime is the realm of dreams, and to me to live in a dream is seemingly better then living in reality. It is the endless possibility of dreams. The mystery of dreams intrigue me in ways that may never be explained. 

The last two lines in these two stanzas of Edgar Allen Poe’s poem are words that echo within me.

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?