Sugar Skulls

And for a moment there

I was suspended over you like a marionette,

dancing for no other reason than that I was told to, 

and loving you because
that's all I really know how to do.

Light Pollution

Time moves a lot faster every day.
I hate getting older.

Diplomat's Son

Have you ever truly seen the sunlight through the trees? The dust from the gravel road, or swirling smoke on the horizon of someone's back yard brushfire? Have you noticed the house on the hill silhouetted by the rose sunset? Have you seen the bent wheat beneath your ancient sneakers, how they fold down on eachother like they were woven there?

Tears in my eyes, I walked around and was overwhelmed.

Everything is beautiful here.

Work in progress...

Been working on this for about two days. This is a rough draft, I will be making a final inked drawing, hopefully within a week. One of my friends liked it so much he said he would use it as a tattoo. So, I guess we'll see what becomes of it.
Currently titled "Spinebird"

Matter

The infinite fabric stretched on the endless canvas. The horizon of watercolors, tempera, acrylic, pastel, charcoal, and oils. Everything is illuminated in a transluscent glow, like a candle within wax paper walls. A hand is reaching toward the fruit of knowledge. Ever-reaching, a statue in frozen timeless grace. We are all matter floating in timelines. Drifting, and being obliterated by minute-ticks and the delicate trickle of sand. Circuit board babies born as the victims of the code, to be cursed through life as a trail on a map headed straight for the edge of the world and a stopped clock.

How I Discovered Truth

You fluttered by
thin and pale
like a lacewing.
I was all at once
daunted and inspired
by your ironic grace.

Years later, now
I am finding myself
desperately clinging
to your delicate aura
that balances somewhere
between reality and myth,
tearing at your thin frame
while you grip the ivory
of my pale spine
barely holding me steady
telling me to be
understanding.
Telling me that everything
is indeed okay.

But sometimes when
I look up from the fall
into those kaleidoscope eyes
I don't believe you
and all I want
is to be erased.