Now it is at its end.

"Tonight is the first of three nights,
on which we celebrate Samhain.
It is the end of the harvest, the last days of summer,
and the cold nights wait on the other side for us.
The bounty of our labor, the abundance of the harvest,
the success of the hunt, all lies before us.
We thank the earth for all it has given us this season,
and yet we look forward to winter,
a time of sacred darkness."


Happy All Hallows Eve!
Be Safe. Be Someone Else.

radio killed the only star.

The radio shut off
no more sound no more songs
blocked out with anger
lay still your not aloud to move
stay close to the edge
you will not fall
tilt and twirl
until your heads inches from the ground
turn to sand
a debris of failures
not quite to the bottom of rocks
but a distant spray of emotion
tied to the bed post
dreams the only encounter with the world
the pillow the only source of salvation.

Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side.

If you live in Alaska, California, Colorado, Hawaii, Maine, Maryland, Michigan, Montana, Nevada, New Mexico, Oregon, Rhode Island, Vermont or Washington...
I salute to you and your victory.
These are the 14 states which currently permit medical use of marijuana
and with Obama's new policy they have every right under the law
to have the Feds and the DEA out of their bud hairs.

Officials do however state “The guidelines to be issued by the department do, however, make it clear that agents will go after people whose marijuana distribution goes beyond what is permitted under state law or use medical marijuana as a cover for other crimes"

Yeah whatever, this is a small step in the door for legalization of marijuana completely.
If California's on the band wagon, Canadia well on its way, and a full blown decriminalization of Mexico( not that mexico has ever really had an impact on our policies beyond republicans and there ban on immigration) then our future is looking green, VERY green.
















Sources: MSNBC/AP/Patient Report

She sits waiting for the subway train
one that may never come
her hearts slow
her hands cold
her lips red and dry
makeup stains her cheek
running down from her eyes
bloodshot, swollen.
She cries.
touching the blue mat stone
trying to pick herself up from the storm.
wallowing over to the end of the line
hoping she may feel alive.
her black heeled shoe slips right off
shooting past her
stumbling into the train
spinning towards the ground
the girls best friend
her shoes kept her alive.

Dawn of the Dead.

I have an impulse inside me. Its a two lane highway at the fork.
My veins contain the need to play with art.
Boiling between the end product of a single sewing needle
or that at the end of a pen.
I needed a platform to express myself in other ways than visually.
So here it is. The other brother. The other sister.
The dawn of the inner trappings of a simple existence.

Thus, here is my writing blog.