In the Tessellation of the Techno-Dreamscape

The sport of Winter

2009-01-08T23:46:00.000-08:00

horizon is frozen
and the forward sweep of
swirling, leaping snow
dusts the wind in a
hazy Broadway lit canopy
following the smooth curves
of the hips and hills
lips
pills
shallower the ditches and bent
grass, crisp with frost
pulls in cryptic lines
teased by electromagnetic
forces
heartbeats
and humming transformers dripping
ice daggers poised
to leap into the void
as if hoping to float
like soft petals of
spring
smash
into crystal bones on
the glazed blacktop

conversation with the unborn

2006-08-15T05:01:00.000-07:00

in the desert
painted or otherwise
the rusted hoop of a shod
wagon wheel

a wagon
a wooden box that was pulled
by domesticated bovine?
yes wagon

turns over as strong silica
born on rattlesnake trails whips
passed leaving one thin valley

for the love of...
its a reptile, hissing and venomous
tail like a rusty hinge?

a cactus standing proud
in what emerald and leather finery
can be had in arid

its a plant
yes that's right, covered in spines
a reservoir for the deserts tears

wasteland desolation looks
on as the silent visitor glides by
in its own shallow rut

frozen

2006-05-05T10:39:00.000-07:00

galaxies put beneath you
in one fluid motion turning
from me with helium
the base elements

floating free
arms wraped in black like
the coldest
cellophane
perfectly protected and unspoiled
and so i orbit

in spiral paralax
my gravity and yours a tether
swinging us like bolos

air hissing from my lungs and
the bulge of the sphere of my
eye reflects sunlight and dazzles
tears in perfect crystal

longing to speak love
my tongue pushes hard against
the roof of my mouth and
the bottom also

A presentation

2006-04-11T07:51:00.000-07:00

buildings rise
mustier each roofline
pushes like rotten
stalks above the
treeline
housing these
damned whose hollow shuffles
push sheets
columns
in this they
are not unlike
thorns
or pastel bowling shoes
drooping ends of coarse
mustachio
and portents of gang rivalry
presented to innocence
in lines for
wax sticks to fill
for birds in mid flight
to suddenly find themselves
violently halted
a loud thunk
on otherwise soulless eyes
as he turns back to his
cubicle
or lack there of

2005-09-30T15:09:00.000-07:00

the creak of the steps
in between heartbeats off tempo
syncapated
while coarse
hands like leathery spiders
crawl down my wretching throat
i push past and mumble in
broken english
my first and last language
stolen sweetly with caresses as welcome
as a pineapple to soft
supple...
madness ensues and the rickety ladder
victorian staircase slides serpent like up
three stories of ancient fears
piled one on top of the other
old bones
marrow like wind blown
sand

The intermitent clicking of the
of old relays their
magnets charged and
humming softly tunes
like quasars and summer
before the rapid decline of the butter markets

a thistle whips around catching
between flaking barbed wire like
dueling swordsman with crumbling
rapiers
stumble and slip on wet
granite

"so precious" she strokes my
hair like a 1500 dollar rare breed
although i'm sure
my papers arnt in nearly so
neat an order nor
am i groomed with pedigree
but as the stockholders have proven
i can beg and roll
over

2005-09-15T16:54:00.000-07:00

look i'm capitualting to your
will imposed on me as a rock left
between the door and its jam
the solid outline its shadow makes
as i slide my Doc Martins through
the grit your powdery dead wood
has left on my entryway

i can see the molded blue
light and hear the fuzz of
kilowat hours ticking off the
gigahertz
plunging my hand into mounds
of circuit boards made obsolete
by genius

rough solder points raise
puffy white histamine born
welts along the back of my hands
and for an instant
i am the machine

spitting the last vestige of my sanity like punched tape
onto my hardwood floor
coils lying like ghost white
entrails in a ratty pile

GIGO
how clever of your slender fingers
tapping out my rythem for
the cheap thrills of your peers

Galavanting with Genius

2005-08-25T16:07:00.000-07:00

settling in among
broken contraptions
of a dubious nature all
forward pointing antennas's
and draped in black
silk
so dark like a curl of
molasses rolling
a gliding reef shark
smooth to the touch
this up turned freeform
night mist
where keystrokes meet little
hiccups of thought
so black and
down the street
a tree shivers

a line of black

2005-08-09T08:41:00.000-07:00

molten they sing
with a warbling screech

gripping for dead humus and
bones like concrete

revolve the hum
deeply vibrating loose flesh and

fingers buzz on warm contoured
grips blood becomes vapor a

windy apperition
moving with will and purpose

pulse my life falls off
as the last tumbler slides into place

thud and careen
just barely in control

just barely

Sailling

2005-07-25T15:33:00.000-07:00

glancing sideways
as silver reeds ripple past
in hollow spots

battering the tree line
with whisper soft
hammers tunneling through

broken glass and old
lots paper strewn and cast
in shadows like

sand molds for liquid
silver flowing inland through
molecular tributaries

an add for mens shoes
gets stuck in chain link
and goes unnoticed

Sillier the groto

2005-06-03T04:09:00.000-07:00

I had a dream
that Dennis Hopper was a

Sith Lord in my arpartment
fixing a broken

banister and rifling through
my old magazines

coughing in little stacoto burts
at the pollen and dead skin

cells disturbed and in flight
settling in a fine layer with the sawdust

from his whirring circular saw
the hand rail now sat at odd angles with

twisted shapes and dark facets
prompting a light sabre dual through my living room

it is my opinion
that Sith make terrible repairmen

Constant attention

2005-04-22T05:03:00.000-07:00

Days gone
buy me a few
roses
silk
sussed the little arrows fly
buzzing as the harmonics stroke
the tingling
strands of lost freedom
and on a molecular
level the hollow
tubes from a sturdy
yet surprisingly light
frame
work tighter in tension
form each line with perfection
the quill
strains at the bonds of physics
asperities deform and
steal away the fervor
of the moment

Added to the mix

2005-04-15T07:46:00.000-07:00

yeah yeah...i know, its been a long time since i updated...
so fry me in lowfat oil!

We are still playing a lot of EQ2, and having a blast i might add. I must say that they did an incredible job on that game. After playing EQ for as long as i did, i can honestly say that they learned from their mistakes. That isnt to say that they dont screw things up royally...cause they do...

I've been searching the 'net for a place where Mansfield ohio music people go to hang out, but in this po-dunk town i doubt i'll find anyone who doesnt have a rocking mullet and listens to Ozzy.
Emo in a redneck town...not happening. I'm sure there are some EMO kids in mansfield, but whether there are any EMO musicians in mansfield (besides my non-functioning band) is yet to be seen.

i'm gunna go work on my inward singing.

Vapid...its own noose beware...

2004-11-08T09:41:00.000-08:00

Forefront challenging
grammatical uproar with political
conspiracy
its too much
forewarned in crystal
finery flew out recalcitrant heartache
burgeon fire blossoms in mist
and condensing steam
tracing pathways collecting harvest strength as
gravity publishes its first thesis
on life
the universe
you thought I'd say everything didn't you?
complication is easier than growth
the buds show through
like new antlers
fuzzy with what looks like
moss
out of place
on a living organism

The Grappling hook

2004-10-21T09:56:00.000-07:00

the grappling hook
Today one of my co-workers who i have know for the past 7 years had a massive heart attack on the job...it never ceases to amaze me how like is just the thinnest gossamer thread...a nanowire...here's to life, and a sudden death on my feet...
It seems silly
when the transistor radio
gives a little buzz
and that strong smell
of a heater coming on from a long hibernation
spreads out like
an ancient silk fan
a little wave towards a painted
face to make the heat
seem less arduous
these things are supposed
to last for years
its milky black plastic
white at several edges where
prying hands and cheap butter knives
looked into electro
bliss with a curiosity
deeper than its dull polymer
glow
where do these things go
when they burnout

2004-09-29T07:44:00.000-07:00

blinking in the headlights

glare

it resolves

like dead pixels

on a dull

greasey finger flatpanel

accompanied by that dull

whine a slipping fan belt

you drone

on glass there's

nothing to grip while

a wet flower petal

sticks solid

Back in the USSA

2004-09-28T04:16:00.000-07:00

Ontario, Ohio:
Well...yesterday i had a taste of the "new American police state" first hand.
My friend Sam and i went over to sams club to get a pair of tires put on my car. While we were waiting we were walking down the aisles just goofing off, sitting in the office chairs and in general minding our own business. During this time we saw one of those huge tacky inflatable Halloween decorations that people put on their lawns...it must have been like 10-12 foot high. I preceded to make some silly comments about how tacky it was. I joked saying that the only way to make it tackier would be to fill it full of hydrogen and float it over my lawn, and then as an end of Halloween bash i would shoot a flaming arrow at it and blow it up. My friend Sam, right after i said this says "yeah but then the shock wave would blow out your neighbors windows." and i responded saying "Yeah, that wouldn't be good" and perceded to make some puns on Halloween and the Hindenberg. This was probably 2 minutes of conversation out of 30 minutes there. After my tires were finished we picked up the car and drove off.

We decided to stop at our local grocery and pick up some food supplies. I had noticed there was a cop following me earlier and he had pulled in after us, i kept wondering if i had broken any traffic laws and my friend assured me i had not. We get out of the car and the cop pulls up and tells us to come over. Apparently some psycho fear-mongering fool had overheard us talking about a bomb and blowing up sams club. Now at this point i didn't even remember a 2 minute conversation about a silly ludicrous tacky Halloween decoration, and i was sure i hadn't said the word bomb. So both of us told the policeman we hadn't rememberer saying anything about a bomb.

Both of us were a little freaked out at this point and i was getting pretty upset, and unfortunately when i'm upset i don't always think as clearly as i like. The policeman precedes to ID us both (something that i still belive i should have refused and is completely unconstitutional) and another cop pulls up. At this point people are really staring at us and i'm fuming. The first cop tells us we need to wait for yet ANOTHER police man to get there because he is the one who took the employee's statement. So finally after about 5 minutes the other cop gets there and they do there little cop chat and the new cop motions me over to him and the first cop. So i go over and he asks me if i was talking about making a bomb, and again i didn't remember the totally meaningless conversation that i had earlier so i said i didn't think so. So then he tells me what the employee overheard (which wasn't even close to what we said of course) and that triggered the memory, i instantly laughed as said yeah i remembered saying THAT...it was just a stupid conversation about a Halloween decoration. Then they proceed to grill me...all good cop bad cop like i'm some kind of crook. The first cop says "I specifically asked you if you said anything about a bomb!" At this point i'm so pissed its taking alot of control to hold myself back from saying some stuff about our Orwellian government and the mind police. So i insist again that it was a STUPID conversation and we were just goofing off killing time and that i made no threatening comments.

This continues for a few minutes and they finally send me back over to the 3rd cop and pull my buddy over. Of course he tells them the same thing i did and they grill him for a while. Finally they come back over and proceed to LECTURE us on how we need to be more careful what we say, like having a completely hypothetical conversation about something totally ridiculous ( where in the heck were 2 guys from Mansfield ohio going to get a hold of that much Hydrogen???) is a crime. I didn't say anything and Sam is much cooler under fire so he finished by saying bye and we went inside the store.

Of course people are starring and glaring at us and i had totally lost my appetite so i didn't get anything. Sam picks up a back of chips and we go to the register. What happened next makes me think there may still be hope for America (which i truly love!). We were standing there in line and a guy next to me asks what happened. I proceed to (maybe a little loudly because of the adrenaline) tell the story in a quick condensed form. There were about 20 people in the lines around us, all types: young, middle-aged, older all from different walks of life. When i told my story all of them at that moment were disgusted with the police and America. I could see it on their faces and many of them made comments about it.

So all in all, my day yesterday was pretty crappy; but knowing that the American people may yet refuse to be oppressed gives me some hope.

Sheer immolation

2004-09-17T05:17:00.000-07:00

well, i've been throughly enjoying my self with our new Everquest 2 guild site. Its been a blast desgining it with my buddy James from florida...real talented guy!

go check it out

we call ourselves the brotherhood of the hand...which is a literary reference to the death gate cycle by Margret Weiss and Tracy Hickman...very cool series.

Well tomorrow i have to move my mother into her new house. She's moving just a block away from me into a brand new place. I havnt actually been into it yet, it will be interessting to see what kind of standards are being held by modern contractors these days. You watch...3 weeks from now the toilet is going to fall through the ceiling and smash her TV...NOW THATS ENTERTAINMENT!

I'm seriously thinking about starting a new blog and making it an ongoing novel project...possibly with some open-source aspects to it...allowing people to post replies and story ideas and trying to move it along those directions...there are alot of people out there that are smarter than I

AH...sweet desperation.

2004-08-04T15:54:00.000-07:00

I'm really missing my old band today...we were good...amazingly good. Most of it was the other guys in the band...i was the weak link. But even with me...we were still really good. Its not that i don't like the stuff that Fathoms Deep is doing...its really fun, but like no one is committed, we just kinda goof around, which is totally fine, but sometimes its unfullfilling. I miss playing shows, the lights the love.

Been really jonesing for EQ2 as well...i'm evil...i got all the guys i hang out with at our LAN party interested. We're reforming the old guild The Brotherhood of the Hand...got our forums up and now i'm working on a revised web site. I think its going to be a blast...those kind of games are when you get everyone together to play. We are talking about having LAN EQ2 sessions...now that would be something.

8/3/2004 - Mixing with Mesons

2004-08-03T14:25:00.000-07:00

yeah...here i am...the pathetic geek collapsing to the pressure of internet fad *sighs*
ahh well...

the reason i've never gotten around to writing a blog is nothing ever freaking happens to me
i work...eat...geek out in front of the PC then go to sleep...
have you ever heard of the term "flash in the pan"

so i figured i'd use this space to muse and otherwise abuse grammar and spelling...of course blogspot has a spell checker so i suppose i'll use it.

grabbed DOOM3 yesterday...yeah you heard me...YESTERDAY!
i must say that the game has reached new heights of oops-i-pooped-my-pants creepiness...
the lighting, textures, sounds...all are uber(WITH A FREAKING UMLAUT) creepy...

of course band practice was a no show...our drummer got a new job which is really cool...but unfortunately for a while i don't think he is going to be able to make it to practices because of the long hours. i would definitely like to get back to where we were about a year ago before we took our long leave of absence (i'll get around to that someday)

for now i say

challenge me
unleash the corporeal
hounds to devour
and ravage
incubate the heart attack
nurture and defend
immolation and sustenance
combine