Sunday, June 25, 2006
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Friday, June 16, 2006
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Poverty's Tear
Poverty's Tear
It has been flowing for years
since I've been alive
Made my heart hard, just so I'll survive
You can't see it because it is dry
On the inside, is the only place I can cry
Poverty stripped me of feelings and left me numb
Poverty ate all my food, and didn't leave me a crumb
Poverty introduced me to booze, now I'm drinking rum
Poverty left me confused... Am I dumb?
Poverty gave me nothing to lose, so I got a gun
Poverty gave me somthing to prove, I ain't no bum
It appears as if I'm staying right here
No career, do I dare?
Less dreams, more nightmares
Yes, I have dreams, but I don't sleep
My stomach and cupboard are empty
So I don't eat
My floor is freezing
I don't have heat
My shoes have holes that expose my feet
Thus, I indulge in self defeat
Behold my future, a prophecy of fear
From cradle to the grave...
Poverty's tear
This is another poem written by my friend that I thought was really well done. I like alot of his stuff and will most likely post even more in the future.
A Dream Deferred
It seems like it was forever ago that all I ever thought about was basketball. I was so sure it would always be that way. The world seems so much bigger now. I still get that feeling when I watch a good game, like I could still try to play competitive ball. I probably always will and I'll be that guy at the YMCA, hope not. I miss it though, and I still love it.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Sitting Alone
This picture always seemed to me like it should be accompanied by a poem. I have not written any that I felt like presenting with it, but here is one written by a friend.
Lord Have Mercy
Lord have mercy, I declare in my prayers
Stranded in a world, where nobody cares
Heard your voice in the summit,
But no, I didn't follow
In my mouth the beer plummets
Guzzled bottles turned hollow
Dwelling in my stomach
The alchohol still wallows
Will you convict me for what I do tomorrow?
Will you restore the souls I fill with sorrow?
Repair my brothers' chin if I kick him in the mouth
Should my future turn grim, and I rob my neighbors shelf
Would you forgive me of my sin?
Would you let me in your house?
I wasted most days trying to be better than everyone else.
In the heart of the struggle, I forgot to better myself
After the rage I am calm
I hope you understand
The purpose of this psalm
Is that I'm just a man
Inside my withered heart is full of holes that bleed
Inside the holes are dark with images of greed
Love have mercy, replace my fists with hugs
Replace my greed with blood
Make my soul a fountain
Replace my hate with love
7 Tattoo
I designed this tattoo for myself. I went to a tattoo artist that I had never been to before and got it done. I wish now that I would have gone to The Parlour in Eugene as I usually do. I love my tattoo but I feel like Jerry, who I've been to many times, would have done better. I actually did have him make some improvements on it after the fact. This picture is after those improvements.
Drawing me drawing
This is a drawing done by my sister Ashley. She was drawing me while I was working on Mr. Rodrigues' tattoo.