not bad, not great

i've forgotten where the road began was it somewhere by home? how did we get here? eating up all we had without documents to tell us. independence is free, unless you give in. no one truly owns things & people.  


how i get inspired

take a nice shower buying an art book with lots of color or information visiting a bookstore that sell used or second-hand books watching a documentary cooking a new recipe taking a walk in nature looking at photographs i've taken listening to calming music traveling to a new place hearing someone tell their story

Droplets of Time

so good.


They were not mere raindrops
sliding down my father’s car windows.
They were colliding and merging worlds.
A game of creation and annihilation.

Droplets of Time, tears of the Soul.
My father’s car is long gone
but I still wonder at the power
of a child’s imagination.

And when it starts raining
there are neither where nor why.
The Silence in my heart helps me
to clarify some of Life’s great mysteries.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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To live

There is dirt. There is random grass patches and bare tree limbs. A sign of changing seasons. Of abandoned nature left to their own state. And then a short pink hyacinth is discovered. Along the way, it somehow found itself planted in this area of unfamiliarity. It blooms. It survives rainstorms and snowflakes. It lives. [...]

change for coffee

I've been spent Empty pockets Holes in the corners Running low on fuel. Change leaves my hands As quickly as time lands. Searching for two dollar bills Seeking in an abyss of darkness. Foolish teens spend silver dollars Found in old treasure chests Made of oak and redwood Trees of our dynasties sung Without being [...]

one choice

I sat in my chair and had a sudden realization that I was exactly where I should be. I made the choice. I made the decision to leap into the possibility of failure; an equal possibility of success. There's this symbolism of one-ness. The internal dialogue we have with ourselves to motivate our intentions. Why [...]


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here. with me.

the weight of you hand on mine, whispers from your voice clings. the nearness of your being being held so tightly feels like being alive. like being loved. to be loved. to love. the smirk that hangs on your face, makes the visage just right. how we walk out of pace, our differences in height [...]

3/17/18 thoughts | leaving behind

the box hidden in the corner, unlocked and open. within were things left behind, looked so fragile, untouched. seeing memories that weren't mine, i learned it was what she took, not what she left behind that mattered to her most. ------- there is so much emphasis on the things one has. the things one wears [...]

Music video review: MONDO GROSSO / ラビリンス

There's something so powerful and romantic about this video. The cinematography is shot well with a clear vision of beginning to end. I admire and wish I could dance so freely as the woman in the video does; so comfortably in city streets as if she's in her home like a child at play. Similarly, [...]

3/11/18 thoughts

It's okay to grapple with your feelings. We all do it and quite often. It's the behind-the-scene-parts we don't show, nor can we really. It's those internal lightning sparks we make when the connections come clear and we can somehow find resolution to how we are feeling in any given moment of the day. We [...]