The person behind the surveillance camera in my apartment complex. He watches the daily routines of all the residents and is able to build up his "perception" of who these individuals are based on what he watches through the camera.
The story of a mans wilderness/isolation experience. A story in which the individual has a out of body experience/connection with his surroundings in nature. Possibly a story about a man who isolates himself completely to the back country.
My get rich quick attempts. My friends and I are always formulating ideas to make a quick buck as poor college students.
The story of a group of friends who decide to drop everything and follow there dreams of care free living. A story about friends who want to go out and experience what they always thought to be impossible.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
The Gin Rummy Mummy
I once crossed paths with mummy,
Who was obsessed with the game of gin rummy
He sat at a table,
and told me a fable,
about how he was once young and able
full of life he once walked the land,
until he was tricked by an old woman and her sleight of hand
beat me in rummy, she had said
or you will walk for eternity among the dead
Now I stand staring at a mummy,
His brittle fingers and his empty tummy
Care to play, he asked
As he fanned his cards with dead hands from the past
Yes I replied, but there must be regulations,
And practical stipulations,
with life changing implications
The cards were dealt and the game begun,
And soon enough the hand was won
but who was victorious you might ask,
me; or the man with the linen mask
My advice, don’t play gin with a mummy
Or you will be the next one to sit down at the table,
And tell the fable,
Of how your were once young and able
Who was obsessed with the game of gin rummy
He sat at a table,
and told me a fable,
about how he was once young and able
full of life he once walked the land,
until he was tricked by an old woman and her sleight of hand
beat me in rummy, she had said
or you will walk for eternity among the dead
Now I stand staring at a mummy,
His brittle fingers and his empty tummy
Care to play, he asked
As he fanned his cards with dead hands from the past
Yes I replied, but there must be regulations,
And practical stipulations,
with life changing implications
The cards were dealt and the game begun,
And soon enough the hand was won
but who was victorious you might ask,
me; or the man with the linen mask
My advice, don’t play gin with a mummy
Or you will be the next one to sit down at the table,
And tell the fable,
Of how your were once young and able
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Dusted Vultures
Dusted vultures lurk in tandem,
their dead shadows painted across the individual grains of sand;
Incandescent and lifeless
Dry bones lay innocently; blanketed with flies
and the simmer of the stinging sun gently echoes off the canyon wall
A muted skull gives me its attention
and I no longer feel alone;
A sensation of anxiety
Unease of mind,
Or ecstasy of experience?
To acknowledge the juxtaposition;
the reciprocal bond
of man and earth
Dusted vultures lurk in tandem,
their dead shadows painted across the individual grains of sand;
Incandescent and lifeless
Dry bones lay innocently; blanketed with flies
and the simmer of the stinging sun gently echoes off the canyon wall
A muted skull gives me its attention
and I no longer feel alone;
A sensation of anxiety
Unease of mind,
Or ecstasy of experience?
To acknowledge the juxtaposition;
the reciprocal bond
of man and earth
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