January 4, 2012
How are you?
I think I know
Dreams are imperatively most important
As I grow older
Dreams are my only connection
With you among many
But you since we
You are always doing well
Landing once again in the seats
Where we belong.
Fate taunts me sometimes
In my dreams
Reminding me what
Was supposed to be
See you soon.
November 10, 2011
Visions I could never comprehend spill from his head
Inconceivable trauma most could not endure.
A mystic. A Shaman. A muse. A showman. A pure genius.
Lost soul. Strong soul. Sensitive soul.
Mind so open it hurts.
Christ like at times.
Judas other times.
Power untamed and loose.
Touches the wings of angels we can only dream of.
Sees and hears things out of reach for us laymen.
Superstar. Rock Star.
Once in a while I caught a glimpse of the man deep inside.
He was me. I- Him.
He called me the Jolly Joker and learned to laugh with me through our adventures in life. Our adventures beyond.
I showed him that he is everyone, that he is he and he showed me I am no one, that I am me.
Self centered yet so generous and giving until it hurt him at times.
Screams for help and no one hears him. Not really.
Self-medication and sedation from the evil that followed him.
For a moment he feels normal. As normal as a visionary can feel.
He chases the Angel’s wings and the demons abandon his soul
August 7, 2011
I figured I’d post this old comic strip I did that still sums things up sometimes.