Thursday, December 15, 2005

My Man

sometimes i feel like i've struck out
i've burned out too many times
but my man
is an untapped wealth
of love and inspiration
forgiving devotion

i never knew men
could feel such emotions
with such suppression
hiding aggression
when faced with such a
cold mornings transgression

(i've made myself sick
on a lifetime diet
of forbidden fruit)
now, it's all about you
my man

Saturday, December 10, 2005


tell me
how far is too far
going too high
gets dangerous
and again
i find myself
on the floor

it's cold
when the fire
goes out
and your too busy
to care

i need you
your light
your heat
affection so sweet
but its gotten
too cold at night
to be naked
in truth
please don't forget
about me

i want you to know
i'm here
that i want you
only you.
see me watching you
hear my voice
when i say
don't push me away

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Burnt-out light over broadway

rusted star
that hangs dormant
on the stage
burnt out
tarnished with age
tell me
if i plugged you in
would you still shine?
we'll give you one more try...

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Monday, November 21, 2005

i live

I keep thinking
of solutions
to a problem
not yet spoken
tracing circles
on the dark walks
of my mind

and your face
once very vibrant
barly flickers
as a ripple
left in time

so i cry
just to remember
and i live
to lie again
still can't look you in the face
to say you never seem to
fill that space
in me

Sunday, November 20, 2005

not over

Not over by a long shot. I actually got hired to do some digital graphic commercial work. Indepently of course. :) So that's kept me busy for days. Oh, one of my poems is going to published - hardcover! So I'm syked. I'll post again soon. Working hard for now :)

Love you.

Sunday, November 13, 2005


smiling tides
pass over sleeping forms
like ripe bellies
swelling with
unrecognized joy

you are gods
cause you are strong
life becons the soul inside
no going back
one way track

everyone needs you
or just he will
no running this time
escape inside
love unconditional
this child

Friday, November 11, 2005


we were once
so special
never getting enough
of warm inviting arms

it's hard sometimes
for a heart to forgive
even harder
when its yourself

i watch you sleep
and can't help
but feel that we're in fall

Changing shades
unless you count
all those yesterdays

what happened
to piano in the rain
hazy days
silently content

with my head
on your chest
i flew miles away
while you spoke

i know you're here
everyday i see you
more transparent
still i miss you

come back :(

Wednesday, November 09, 2005


Hey webheads,

Spent the day elbow deep in clay and paint. Hopefully I'll have some digital pictures up soon so you can see the finished work. I'm back to it, love ya. And if you haven't checked it out yet you can read about my first book here:

Monday, November 07, 2005

Say Goodbye to Last Night

say goodbye to last night
a feeling left inside
a sacred experience
glows to bright to hide

try to keep you distant
far from lips
pressed hard
god my mind is slipping
will you ever know i'm here

i know this dream is ending
i know you'll soon be gone
but this night is far from over
i know i felt you care

what happened to tomorrow
i pushed it all away
sacrificed my sunlight
to share shadows
in this bed.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Sidewalk Truth

I come
from the land
of dirt
where life is real
and art
is a lifeline
reveiling sunlight
through a paper cup

6 metal strings
make fingers dirty
as they slide
through tones of truth
don't stop me
I'll die happy
just come close enough
so i can smell you
sweet and salty

i miss the light
but who can see
wrong and right
in the dark
of the sidewalk

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Tragedy Is You

tragedy has struck again
you're so unlucky
when will you decide
that you have had enough

i know your sorry
but with no regrets
then who's to say
you ever had
the right to choose
to fall

now you're naked
and you're walking
'round your neighborhood
at three a.m.
fucking tired
just exhausted
and i wonder
if you
ever cared at all

this is the end
of your halo

i've looked inside
and what i find's
a reflection
of all those things
i just don't like
in me

thank you for my inspiration
i just wish it didn't
hurt so bad for you
for you.

--I wrote this piece as a song really, when i got my first Gibson(love of my life). I love to sing, this piece is kinda punk/emo. I know those are polar opposites :)One of my favorites really. If anyone ever wants to make music just drop me an email . Love you!--

Wednesday, November 02, 2005


been gone for days
on a search for self
but nothings changed

when am i enough
to satisfy me
how far can i go
to how great a degree
can i bend over backwards
to recognize
what's in front of me

to close to grab
and to personal to love
it spells out my disaster
hold fast
fall faster

my sweet
velvet glove
casts hearts that
once listened
into a state where
they're too pissed to reason

turning smile into friend
and friend into lover
attatched to a form
i forget
I am
only one dream
- one lost
in another.

Friday, October 28, 2005


if only there was more time
for tomorrow today
and every secret left behind
could find it's proper place

then we could stop running
perhaps even provide
if we just didn't care again
our family could survive

it sucks that we're so selfish
always chasing happiness
but why am i so empty
and you, constantly depressed

Just fit into their system
commit to all their lies
reality of walking dead
society of flies.

Takes money to eat.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Figured it out

I added a wishlist :) Just the necessities.


Sorry guys. I got stuck here for a while. Facinated and inspired in a dark way. :)If you haven't yet- take a look at PostSecret. Then drop me a line.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

What happened?

what happened
to the streetside poet
the teller of truths
the painter of worldly masks
what happened
to the one behind
the one beside
and ahead
once everywhere
but rare
i say
we need to hear it
come forward
to your revolution
words to capture
a forgotten
a nation
of artists
living by the word
and dying by the word
starving for expression
pressed for lines
we sit as angels
on high
writing on mortal

Out of Place

brown grass hills
in churchyard contemplation
animals caw
future revelation
the sun
hours from setting
rests quietly
above trees
with few
colored leaves
souls behind me
trapped or voluntary
birds fly
but never know
how many
follow behind
always heading toward
a kingdom of light

Sunday, October 23, 2005


I have decided to break down and learn to sell some of my art on ebay. Anybody have any pointers. I'll spend most of today studying, but I wrote some great southern gothic pieces when I was out of town yesterday. I'll post those later tonight. I love you ;)

Friday, October 21, 2005

i am

i am creation
the blissful feeling
that comes
from understanding
change will come
and i wait forgiveness
that rests
behind my own
reluctant eyes
a deep pool
surrounding soul
composed of
incalculable volumes
head so full
i'm helpless
to creation

Thursday, October 20, 2005


So I've been offered a place to stay in Varanasi,India. I'd love to study the history, spirituality, art and culture. Anyone got any ideas on how to get there. I know a ton of artists travel. But how? :)

Tuesday, October 18, 2005


i take you in my hands
hard yet fragile
dry now
but inside i find
you moist and
beautiful in your shape
set softly on the table
taken back to
the dawn of time
ancient ritual
drives mind to rhyme
maybe its me
filled with your
placed to my lips
i breathe you in
and out pours the sadness
exhale lusty
shades of you

Monday, October 17, 2005


there are no
should have
could have beens

there are no
never was is

there are no
situations of circumstances
other than what is

no other outcomes
no more loves
no more unresolveds
they don't exist

there is nothing
to miss
because nothing

that is
but this.

-just learn to like it. :)


is a collective motion
Capturing masses
with unintended devotion
Poetry is living expression
Finding reality in discretion
Poetry teaches
Ears that will listen
Those with ambition
Those with a dream
Fights the unending battle
Sits on the apex of anger and love
The tightrope
Poetry is offensive
Yet still seduces
Sex you can sell
Words color more
Then souls can tell

Sunday, October 16, 2005


think it's easy
this thing i do
jump into uncertainty
if things didn't cost
so much of my soul
that i should feel guilty
for being so bold
Takes to much
to believe in anything
confined to wondering
composition of being
throwing fits
cuz i want to improve
for a single family
those who work
for others
shall never be free
yet i find
part of me
in a place
where i must stay
constantly changing
to grow

I don't feel like this is the end, so you may see more on this one. :)

A short movie 4 you

Out of the realm of poetry, and a step through the arched gateway of ninja's in fine indie films. I found this great short called "A ninja pays half my rent" I loved it, and had to share. I'll be adding this and other favorites on my new Ninja Press site.(That I'm so proud of :)You don't have to download anything just follow the links and enjoy. Please tell me what you think of the flick.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Poetry 4 Freedom

Everyone asks where I find the time to write everyday. To them I say "How do you find the time to eat? - or to breathe?"

There is a truth that must be told here. The big secret. Most artists are broke!

I'm still making some last minute changes, but some tech friends and I got together to write my first published work. (*drumroll please*)The Artist's Guide to RSS if I can hand off a couple of these the white pickup truck won't show up outside this month!

The man in his uniform won't even have to make the drive and charge me an extra 20 to inform me it hasn't been paid. :)HA!

I'm really excited actually! I think I did a brilliant job with this one, and it will help a lot of artists: Painters, Sculptors, Journalists, Poets, Writers the world over, Bloggers, Podcasters, Vloggers - anyone really trying the hard way to publicize and sell their works and words online.

This is just one part of Ninja Press though :) I was up all night playing around with merch ideas, the order system is not set up though. Just post a comment if your interested in buying or have any ideas to use in the Ninja Press Line. (that sounds so awesome) Check this out. It has the title on the front, and the Sapphire poem of your choice on the back. Revive the art and spread the word! I even thought about a white fabric line, just so I can hand-sign the work! :)

Please, help a ninja out! Check out the book (you can peek the table of contents here), and keep an eye on the merch. I'll also be adding some original painting, sculptures, and pocket sculptures soon. Yey. Help me spread the words!

Fear Ninja

sunlight streaming
through a soft haze
of shades of grey
i find peace
in silence

Friday, October 14, 2005

Single bed

it's not like you
to just be gone
i thought my place
one of wrong
sleeping alone
is not what i signed for
eyes still blurry
as you walk in the door
in you and in me
valid excuses
profusely explained
guess it's just
a thing
a star-crossed exchange
what is love
but a many splendored fling

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Vision of Drunken Haiku

Beer I taste you cold
Frothy, lipstick left on glass
Set on dark table.

Early Poet

is there a morning
more beautiful?
with autumn
like a pear
discouraged from progressing
hard without maturity
so sweet
drops of light
dance across my floor
last night sleeps
beside me
breathing softly
as i lean
to kiss
his salty cheek

Wednesday, October 12, 2005


it's like severed ties
are building up inside
and this soul is a shell
as i walk through inside
i'm just a shadow of myself
an oppression
of a reflection
and you shouldn't have to go away
don't turn
don't walk
just fade
like memories
you just fade away
and i
have tried
so many times
so many lies
and we're still living here like strangers
why cry when it hurts?

This is actually a song I wrote when I was doing the band thing last year. I wish my Ipod was working, I'd let you guys hear it. Soon huh? We'll all be rich. :)

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Needless things

such a sell out
for your commercialism
buy into your 60 second trip
and shape my life
around your materialism
gotta get that next
gotta get it thing
(need to have that thing)
makes life better
takes away the monotony
of everyday

i'll sell for you
just make my life better
make it mine
that chemical smile
watching from the mirror
as i slowly pass away
gotta get that next
-gotta get it thing
(need to have that thing)
makes life better

Monday, October 10, 2005


Is there a thing
more romantic
than words
ink on
pale paper
loves finest intentions
how long
is a promise
-when words
give no mention?


Thanks to everyone leaving comments. Nothing could be more awesome than knowing your work is read. Even more - that it's liked and appreciated. We all have stories, and secrets. Please feel free to share, and let me know when you link to me, I'll gladly return the gesture. For now...

Two twenty three
up late
watching old kung fu movies

Saturday, October 08, 2005

My Mopad

Whoever can get this for me in a bright yellow, is the love of my life! :) With gas prices being so high, this seems like the perfect solution. And how fun would this be? Who wouldn't want one? I'll even write about it and you can keep the poem, or painting. :) Hey, I'd even work for it - a couple web designs. Some paintings, sketches, or sculptures, you name it!

A directory for the pinga

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The Living

and full
of vitality
breasts large
and firm
to be touched
he says
"so precious,
what are you doing here?"
Huh ;)
wish i knew
what i do
When it was applicable
nights of glory
all eyes on me
dark orbs
peeking out of a sea
of sexuality.
Ladies in waiting
among ebbs of sweaty hands
clinging to crumpled
bits of paper
all for you
Keep Smiling.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Is there help?

For those of us wonderding
where an alternative
path could lead
get in touch
we all at one point in time
or another
need each other
like a lonely purple flower
hanging from a late fall bower
that i travel underneath
and the moon is barely peering
down through branches bent to ceiling
as in nature so are we
almost not in our control.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

They Roll

it's dark
leaves roll across the ground
i think of you
and our beautiful silence
i left this place
i thought forever
how'd i end up here again?
all the world is my escape
but this box
six feet thick
by your friendly disposition.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005


A night of heaving
There's a sense of
Rustling deep inside
Guess that when the
Light flickers and at last
Outside the sun breaks
We sigh and sleep together

Broken Mirrors

why do i need your approval
who am i trying to please
is it a standard intelligence
that lets acceptance pull you down
and pettiness is your name
lack of temperance is my fault
but we can't place the blame
on me alone
come with me
if you want to
should i be the one
to tell you
it's only far from over


why am I so tormented
by thoughts of you
there's still a dark desire
still a yearning
all my soul within me burning
open mouthed
flames outpour
watch them rolling down your body
soft and supple
hard engorged
close your eyes
it's just like breathing
let all thought just slip away
then the path is non-existant
(lips so close together)
in the darkness, and the silence
i can hear you asking questions
so confusing
but i'll never stop
(reflections of you)
how can love so passionate fade?
when you don't even know i'm there

***Everyone dreams

"Stone walls do not a prison make,
nor iron bars a cage"

One of my favorite things about writing and poetry especially - there are no boundries. No rules.
A very powerful art that can take others deep into the beautiful soul of the author. You have the power to control, to create and destoy worlds, to inspire a mass movement, or to incite a riot- rustling violence in the hearts of men.

Sunday, October 02, 2005


morning in the city
can be so sublime
grab my notebook
hit the streets seeking ryhmes
there I find you
street busses and cans
add colors to the world
channeled down through my hands
and I give them to you
life in the city
just an image away
a dream trapped in a memory
unable to play
desire makes you distant
now I sit in the rain

Memories of a City

I lived in New York for a time, and for that time I was so happy and so free. Everything changes they say.

My family and I visited on Christmas sometimes as a child. My mother's parents lived on Long Island, where the snow gets deep and beautiful. I can remember watching it from the front windows. Squeezing behind the tree, and pushing aside the lace curtains in their heavily garlic scented house.

Everything in life takes effort. What good is a step in any direction if you have no idea where you want to go?

I had a dream

I had a dream
where nothing was equal

the rich users
building empires on the deprivation of others

others struggle for their passion
creating more ways to keep themselves passionate
is your thorn riddled crown

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Leaving the Village

I have a friend that has recently left to join the Katrina relief crews in New Orleans. He's left his family - a beautiful new baby boy(only a couple months old), an awesome foul-mouthed daughter he adores (she's 2), and a witch of a wife. Why would he leave for this forsaken place? Adventure, Money - ironically the same reasons young women become exotic dancers. :)

There just aren't enough opportunities for young naked men in Southeastern US.

My heart and thoughts go with you. May you bring your family honor with your sacrifice.

Leaving the Village

footfalls south
hands like gravel
missing pieces

or forgotten
whats best
for love
or freedom
of thought

little tears
miss arms
goodnight to the brave.