The moon looks down. I watch
The demons playing cards with me, my heart
Deciding who should claim my soul.
Apart
From thought and pain
I know the force is guiding me and then
I throw the queen of spades
To the one with bloodshot eyes and hear his moan
Again
He’s raging now
He knows that he’s been beat and lost
My soul again
To the man with scars that mark his hands
And tearing up his side. He's won
Through me
The power of the light it throbs again
I throw the bottle back
Into his twisted face. It breaks and tears
The flesh of pride and hate. And then he turns
And flees
Away into the night on broken glass.
On broken glass.

Imagine... by Paul Mccarthy

Imagine there's no heaven

It's easy if you try

No hell below us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people

Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries

It isn't hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions

I wonder if you can

No need for greed or hunger

A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people

Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will live as one

fall

“Yo! Did you have lunch yet?” I looked down upon the wizened old frame quickly rising to his feet. He hadn’t shaved for days. He wore his coat inside out. He was hungry. He hurried to keep up with my brisk pace. “Me and you are going to go get us some lunch,” I told him. I slowed down as he asked me again where we were going.
“The Reading Terminal. They have good stuff to eat there.” I was talking about the farmers market. He was thinking of the train station.
“You takin’ me somewhere?” he mumbled, still thinking we were going to the train station.
“No, no, man. We are going to go get you some lunch.” I replied.
“O, ok.” He followed me obediently down the street. When we reached the back entrance of the market, the guard looked into my face, recognizing me and waving me through, but he tried to block the old man. My new friend simply pointed at my back and kept walking. The guard let him pass, reluctantly. We went inside and he came close to my side so that I could hear his voice above the hubbub. I told him that I usually get seafood soup and a loaf of bread. “No, no. I need something solid. If its no trouble to you I think I am gonna git something off of that recipe.” He was referring to a menu board. His mind was obviously not what it used to be. “I think I want the roast pork.” He decided. I handed him a ten dollar bill and went to get my soup. I came back and it was his turn to order. “Give me the roast pork sandwich and a small coke please!” he yelled. He turned to me. “Are you a Roman Catholic?”
“No,” I replied.
“Are you a Christian?”
“No,” I stated. “I’m just a follower of Christ.”
He smiled and cracked a joke.
“Ok I think I am going to go now,” I said, and told him where I worked and that he could keep the change from lunch and buy supper with it. He was pleased.
I met him later that day while at work. “What’s up?” I inquired.
He went straight to the point. “Man, I don’t want you to think that I’m always a bum, but I was wondering if you know of any place I could sleep tonight. See I don’t have anywhere to sleep, and I decided to ask you. You are the first friend I ever had.”


“How can I worship a homeless man on Sunday and ignore one on Monday?”

founds some cool pics i took awhile ago while strolling through my files. this was when i had just discovered the joys of manual focus and taking pictures of water droplets. The lilies were gorgeous after the rain so i got a few pics of them

more snakey pics

it was wrapped around my hands here so i had to crop it... i dunno if i like it yet or not.

i like this one

maybe this is the best one.... the fire looks awsome


later,
conrad

 

its the kind of picture that inspires dark poetry... which is why i didnt publish any of it.


I found a garter snake in the tea patch. It was pretty awsome cuz I was freakin out little amish kids and daring them to touch it. o yeah. and mom screamed. "get that thing out of my house. NOW!" lol it was funny. anyway i decided to go on a little fotoshoot with "ollie" as i dubbed him. the sunset was kinda cool so i did the sillhouette thing with it. I wanted to get it wrapped around a cross and have the campfire in the back but that would have looke a little touched so i decided not to. I have a couple of other pics i might post later, but this one is definitely the bestest. I softened it up since it wasnt the clearest anyway cuz it was the squirmiest little thing. It felt really cool when it moved in your hands. but thats another story.

later folks,
conrad
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To find your god
You'll see him staggering through the crowd
Beneath his mindless drunken shrowd
You'll find a king

To save your god
A woman sobbing as you pass
This chance you have may be the last
To meet the king

To love your god
A silhouette against the sky
He bows his ragged head to cry
god save the king.

The sky is dark
And moonlight shimmers down like demons breath.
I see the night is threatning me with death
Beneath the stars

she cries. I ask her why, and stoop, but rise

to face the fire and hail that blinds her moonstruck eyes

I touch her trembling hand And say,

"Your cries are heard

so face the light and know You have to fight

To serve the crazy god of love and light

your mind will see

That steel is strengthened in the flame and that

the sun must bleed so that moon and stars remain
I know the rose

Is grey at night because its fast asleep

Your god will hear your prayer and he will weep"

and god will weep

Your voice upon a stormy sea
Is calmly calling out to me
And all is well

Unreachable though it may be
To dream of it will set me free
Until tomorrow

Moonlight dancing on your face
The shadows fly without a trace
Left behind.

* * * *

Tanglewood
Running from the light
I wonder if I’m right
But I can’t tell.

What’s in a name.
I ask who’s got the keys
I’m falling on my knees
And asking

Can they come in.
We fight the light they see
So could we really be
Selfdestructive.
* * * *
Whistle through the willows.
Dance among the trees
Wave in rhythm with the grass
In a summer breeze.

Wrap the icy river
In your warm embrace
Feel your power on the wind
Blowing in my face

Billow in my sails
Give me wings to fly
Through the realm of twisted light
To reach into the sky.

Open up my mind
Searching the unknown.
Give me power of your light
Before the thunder’s grown

Find your rainbows end and
Seek what no one sees.
Singing with angel’s voices
Carried in the breeze.