only one sober summer...

lil write about the weekend when it is over. until then, here's the valentine poem my grandma wrote me. hah, i love getting these every year ( Read more... )

it makes me cringe when i take a step out of my birkenstocks and stand barefoot in the ashes of yesterday...especially when i look at you...its funny to thing we become who we least expect. the question is, what matters more. and sometimes i dont know, because everyone changes.

oh my buddha! it sounds like a spanish party downstairs! i better fucking grab my guitar and go down there. hahaha.

i once awoke in a dream ( Read more... )

hey guys. im just sittin here sippin on a twenty two. i could be here for a while. just playing some guitar, workin on a song. i like this afternoon. nothin else do to but get a beer buzz and play guitar. hoold on guys, i gotta find these lyrics ( Read more... )

i woke up in the afternoon ( Read more... )

im feelin sorta lonely today. maybe the feelin will split tomorrow.

[found a good book on Zen today]

-i think i go to bookstores sometimes in search of something other than books.

hide me in the cave over past the falls
where we hid from the world before.
i wont come out if you stay with me
for a bit until i no longer feel free.

Listen - the wind past the mountain calls
whispering forgotten indian lore
over all the land that i can see
in all the places i wish i could be.

its not fun when its an obligation ( Read more... )