Red is my favorite color in the world. It is so bold and in your face. When you see something red you look twice whether it is a trees fall leaves, a nice red car, a woman’s lipstick, or the bright red dress you have been wanting to buy. There always seems to be an unearthly power behind the color red, I love it, love it, to no end.

Smile real wide Let the Cheshire cat inside He has been waiting To be let in Ever patient With a demon’s grin Waiting outside your window Looking inside your life Looking for a way in To your lonely little world He has a fancy for games And riddles it seems So play a game Let down your wall And let the Cheshire cat in Watch as its face splits open With the devil’s smile As it laughs And laughs And laughs At you And the game you call your life Yet there is nothing That you can do As you sit paralyzed and wait Insanity is knocking on your door You have blocked and barricaded And sealed all the locks Yet every moment the clock Ticks faster Until all your time is lost The cat is laughing As you loose your mind You plead for help But it just keeps going And going As the pendulum swings faster You pray for silence And your eyes to block out The demon’s smile It is eating you away Until you realize it is nothing Just a cat and its smile Just a laugh and a whisper That all is not well Look the cat in the eye And walk away Down the path you came Smile real wide At the forest’s darkness And let the Cheshire cat inside

There is something magical about sunflowers. They just make you smile. So I say, put down your homework, get up off the couch, stop working, stop stressing, stop everything you are doing and take that extra look at the sunflower you didn’t notice today. Bend down and put your eye level to the flower and notice all you would never have originally. This is what you are missing every day of your life while you slave away on menial tasks that will probably never better you as a person. This one moment. This one flower can do what none of the other things could. ...

Every chair occupied Tables covered Newspapers open Showing crime Pain Misfortune All born by man Incessant clicking Of fingers Swiftly moving On keyboards Coffee beans ground Thick heavy scent Of coffee Mixed, tainted By the ugly scent Of humans So many blank Open faces Trying unsuccessfully To communicate With one another But the space Between them Is just too far The gap of worlds To large to cross Open mouths Lacking any sound Hand gestures To a blind man A woman sits In the far corner Laughs Big teeth Open abyss Consuming all Putting nothing out People talk But nothing Ever comes out Maybe They just have Nothing to say Wishing out of habit Not necessity Here in a coffee shop So close Yet so far from the world Coffee and people So very different Forced to live In silent harmony

On our kayaking trip in Morro Bay we went out to a small oyster farming spot covered in pelicans. It seemed to be the go spot for pelicans looking for a rest. It was really beautiful, pelicans are really interesting birds.

I love playing Frisbee with my poodle in our backyard. She just gets so excited and hops all over the place giving great opportunities for amazing jump photos. Love you wonder dog.

There is a blue buddha in our garden… and I don’t know how it got there.

Little Alice Sitting in a tea cup Swimming in a sea Of tea leaf prophecy Sinking into a Deceiving warmth Of false security A spider’s lullaby So sweet and comforting You could die And never know it Little Alice Takes a big breath And goes under She opens her eyes Peering through a Refracted world Where lines are blurred And everything shines Where you are Simply floating No heaviness here No weight Holding you down She blinks In slow motion As her hair floats A halo framing her face Little Alice Is weightless As her lungs Begin to ache But she still Stays under As her eyes Start to tear And her mind Begins to fog Here the world Is so beautiful Your souls only mirror She opens her mouth The last bubble escapes Floating to the surface For a moment it waits Just below the surface But then it pops A whisper escapes it But no one hears Little Alice Is sleeping In her little tea cup Peaceful and beautiful A sleeping angel As a sparrow lands Balancing on a line Between our world and the next On the tea cup’s rim Singing a tea leaf prophecy Of a water angel Not afraid to die Little Alice Was the brave one Who stood up in the end Took a look Into the abyss And jumped right in