Ponies

This piece is dedicated to my father for taking me to car shows when I was a little boy and instilling a love of cars in me. I loved those times and listening to his stories.

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1968 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 Fastback

I dreamt and thought,

I hoped and prayed,

I wanted one so bad,

Before my dying day,

At nine years old,

With a twinkle in my eye,

I turned to my father and said,

“Dad – ponies just aren’t for little girls anymore,

And I’m going to find a way.”

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Overpowered

Louise “Wish” Foley in Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ “Don’t Come Around Here No More” video

I’m overpowered by all that I see

Overpowered by the scent of this tea

Time – so very little time

Hands on the clock ever turning

Hookah ever burning

Playing cards to the left

Playing cards to the right

With a cheshire cat like smile

The Queen of Hearts will see that

Heads are gonna roll tonight.


If you haven’t seen this video for Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ “Don’t Come Around Here No More” song, you should check it out. It is super trippy and creative.  Check out this very informational blog post on the video. It has some cool insight and information.

I Hear Black

Too much is never enough
Always wanting more
Who is wrong?
When everyone thinks they’re right
Let’s all pray to God
See who He answers first
Blinded by lies
Calls of
”Freedom”
“Allah”
“Decency”

Tsk, tsk
What one feels in their heart
Determines what is right
So many lines drawn
Each side willing to die
Freedom of religion
No freedom of mine

Beauty
In the mind’s eye
Life through our own prism
Tells us we are right
Guides by voices
Somewhere in the night

Ah, but I have spent a lifetime
Others not willing to listen to my song
Laugh in contempt
Tell me reasons I am wrong
For me, an island
Left alone to play

Pickup your gun
Bring your God
Bring your bomb
Meet me at the finish line
You’ll see what you have done

Dance my children
Go to play
I hear black
Satan will say
Choose who is right
None of it matters anymore
Breath your last breath
I’ve opened Hell’s Door
For here all of you will stay
In flames, you will perish tonight.

Painting by Hugh Syme

In Ruins

I often wonder what was more foolish – we built something on cracked joists and broken beams with expectation of strength or created a façade of beauty to hide away the ugliness inside.

Only specters remain of what would have been. A forgotten time – a forgotten place built on the promise of potential. Cracks in the foundation only wilt under pressure and strain – imploding on one’s self. We laid waste to our hopes and dreams only to reveal the decay and untold truth inside.

Desolate reminders that everything has its time and its place and nothing lasts forever, only snap shots of memories captured in time.

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