Black striped nails Fox with nine tails All our efforts fail Time to let our dreams sail Black striped claws Staring calmly into the lion’s maw Trying not to cry with a locked jaw Forever remember the horrors you saw Black striped hair Leave behind those who care Stepping off a cliff if you dare Walking into darkness unless you’re scared Black striped skin The game you play but never win Look at your face you’re guilty as sin This is my hell go on jump in ...

One of the nicest things about living in Santa Cruz is the redwoods. My mom and I often go running in the woods and sometimes it really does appear divine. My mom goes in much more often than I do and she took this picture. God truly is in the little things like this. I am just glad that I have gotten see things like this.

You were such a cute little girl. You seemed to be having so much fun with all of your friends playing on the beach. You were very expressive and seemed to have a story to tell. You just brightened up my day with your exuberance. I wonder what story you were chronicling for your friend. It seemed interesting, tales told by children are always so much more amusing than tales told by adults. I wish I could have listened in, maybe one day I will know, for now it remains your secret.

The fence gate Guards the bell towers Where the pigeons wait Let the bells ring Let the bells toll It is time Let it go Let it go For so long You stood on The wrong side Of the white picket fence Cross over It is time now To leave behind What you were To become Who you really are Shut the gate behind you It won’t on it’s own Seal it tight Don’t let the demons in Here is a place of safety Welcome To the garden Where we are alone now But never alone Under the shadow Of the bell that tolls Waiting for the sign From no one To take up our arms And walk away To cross the threshold To become something new Come take my hand Walk with me We can cross it together And leave the gate Swinging shut behind us Don’t be afraid I have done this before All you have to do Is open your heart And sigh out your miseries Then fill your heart back up with the worlds gentle beauty It is there I promise It is just hard to see Just don’t get lost along the way In the shadow of the bell that tolls It can shallow you hole You wont come back the same To got o hell and back To look down upon You very own grave Come back with me I will guide you Back to the gate That stands guard Over the bell tower That watches us From the garden Don’t be afraid This is life This is who we are This is who we have become Eclipsed by the shadows Of the bell tower

I rather enjoy this photo that I took in Hawaii of my dad and brother inside of a lava tube. They are standing right below a hole to the surface which makes them look like aliens are about to beam them up or God sent down a light upon them.

Why is it that right before some plants die they become so beautiful? Like this one, it was so colorful yet so close to its death. Is it to remind us what we will be missing when it finally is gone? One last bang to always remain in our minds. It is like a person’s final bow as they look at the audience, with a wide grin that speaks miles. It says: ...