2009

I live in a closed in neighborhood off of an exit ramp, and you know what really cracks me up? Is when I see police sitting right there on the off ramp. I come driving down the freeway, and I turn my blinker on to exit and start slowing down. Then right there off on the side of the exit is a cop. It wasn’t just a one time thing, I see cops there all the time. They just sit there and when you round the corner and hit the brakes wondering why the heck they would be hiding there. Personally it scares the crap out of me because for some reason I never expect it. Here are my main problems with this that make me laugh every time I see a cop waiting there. This is what goes through my mind. ...

Some say the best poetry Is written spontaneously Starts with a line and grows Snaking upward to it’s full potential So here is a poem Without meaning or purpose It floats empty knowing it means nothing Each word spilled out Carelessly and without love Callously crumpled up And unfolded again A second chance at life Rising from the ashes Born again, whole and new But still it bears the scars of old Written on its skin Each scar bearing a story A note of a different life Of a different person So where will you go With new meaning and purpose Who will take you in Love you with a blind heart Giving with empty hands A person opening their soul To someone they don’t know Opening up to a new meaning Give chance a chance Trying to find light In a world of darkness A means for war In times of peace A person wondering through snow With no shoes Or intent to survive Would you give your eyes To help another open theirs Give yourself to someone new Just to see what would happen On the roll of a dice Take one last chance Stroll in the horizon Don’t look back over your shoulder There is nothing left behind you But hands that will drag you down Be free let go of them Walk on glass or through fire Just to feel who you are A kiss to a stranger You will never know A random impulse to live Or a spontaneous choice to die It all lies in your hands All you have to do is reach out Grasp onto destiny And don’t let it go Hold on tight or they will carry you away The ties are pulling but you must be strong You must not bend or break Now you must make your final choice To be spontaneous and choose As I have chosen.

When I was in Glacier National Park, I decided something. I was going to do something that I never would have even thought about doing. I was going to go swimming in a glacier run off river. I believe that it is crucial that at some point, at least once in someones life, to do something that seems not only idiotic but insane. This isn’t so crazy to some people but to me it means a lot. I am highly afraid of deep water not to mention the temperature of the river. I thought Lake Superior was cold, boy was I wrong. ...

More photos from the road trip, these ones star, a bighorn sheep from Glacier National Park, some sort of osprey in Minnesota, and a prairie dog posing with a stick from Theodore Roosevelt National Park. I love wildlife!!

Strangely enough, this poem started out being about a fox. Weird I know, some things just evolve as you write them. Come you trickster Come play with me We are so alike Know every trick In the trade Why do you hide? Oh trickster of mine Show the world your true colors Lay down your cards The games almost over Time to see The true end Why do you run? When is it you Who holds the cards The world is yours To be had Resting gently In your palm Yet here you run With your tail Between your legs Some trickster You turned out to be You who cannot Play the game We live by mercilessly Come play with me Our dying breed We’ll see who wins We who are common Must stick together For we are dying company Few and far between Feared and revered We walk the land One king left standing The tricksters are gone Exiled and discarded For fear of who we are A dying race Who always wins Come my trickster It is time to begin

I love this photo. This was about 100 feet away from a black bear in Glacier National Park. Yes. It is eating a dead horse and that saddens me greatly, but that is the price we pay for good photos A tow truck was stopped on the side of the road so my mom and I of course wondered, what is he stopped for, and what is he looking at? He was taking pictures of something with his phone. So we drove past slowly and realized it was this bear. We swung around and took a bunch of pictures. A handful of people also stopped to take pictures. Some people got out of their cars. Let me say, ...

I looked out the window My chin resting on my open palm The glass fogged As I peered out Cars filled with people Some lonely, some afraid, some dead inside Some looking for life, and some giving up on it Trees blending into one another Black top, yellow lines Black top, yellow lines I pulled up my sleeve And wipe away the clouds Forming on my window I watch more cars pass by In a hurry to reach nowhere Each face in the car Blank as they stare forward Eyes only on the destination Not the beauty on the way A car pulls along side us Silver and low to the ground A mom talking on the phone But in the back Sat a little girl She was looking out of her window Right at me For a moment I just stared back It felt like an eternity That our eyes were latched together In that instant I knew her I knew her whole life And I am sure she knew mine She was the daughter ignored She made her own world Because the one she had Had no place for her in it I could see her parents in her eyes Arguing, yelling She heard it all through thin walls And cried herself to sleep at night She was the odd man out Always the child in the back seat She didn’t need them Or their fickle love She had all she needed But not all she wanted She made her own way Through a treacherous life And always would I raised my hand And waved to her I smiled and nodded slightly And she did the same And our cars moved on Our worlds separated Just a moment That our worlds touched I wonder what she saw in my life What she thought Of a stranger through a car window I just sat back and smiled My mom looked over at me and smiled back “What are you smiling at?” “Nothing” I reply Because no one could understand How I understood So I keep her world a secret Locked tightly away Of a daughter ignored And a world passing by

All right I just had to post this to show how stupid I really can be. I thought I was going insane while I was sitting in my room because I thought I kept hearing stuff. At first I assumed it was the ghost that I am positive haunt my room. Let me just say, yes my room is haunted and it is really scary. I am not saying this because I am a baby who believes in monsters underneath my bed. I seriously have ghosts, my room is so creepy, specially my closet. Ask anyone who has been in my room. Anyway, I digress. Then I thought I was just plain crazy. ...

People think I am strange for not liking the sun, it is true that it is a little weird to say that. For me it is just the plain truth. I am not the sun’s biggest fan, that doesn’t mean I don’t like sunshine every once and a while or some good weather because I do like that. The problem is living in Scotts Valley basically, that is all there is. I enjoy diversity of weather, not heat, heat, heat, then fog creating an everlasting chain of uncommitted weather. Let’s face it Scotts Valley is a pretty regular place when it comes to weather. There is almost no rain, it only gets remotely cold, and it is almost always sunny. So as I said, I enjoy the sun, sometimes. Not ever day for my entire life. I love rain, seeing fall leaves, snow, and some nice sun. But here there is just sun and fog. ...

On my road trip from Michigan back to home, my mom and I stopped in many different places like Bend, Oregon, Theodore Roosevelt National Park, Bismarck, and many other wonderful, and not so wonderful places. On our stops we saw weird stuff, some of the stuff we saw was awesome wildlife. Here are some photos of wildlife we found, except the parrot, it was some woman’s pet that she was walking around with in Bend. We had some really great experiences and now I have personally visited at least half of the states in the USA. Cool beans. ...