Frick Museum in Chicago

I love dinosaurs. Seeing them at the museum was definitely a highlight of the trip. I should say "museums." I saw dinosaurs in museums in Denver, Chicago, Pittsburgh, and a small town in Utah.

Denver Skyline

At least part of the Denver skyline. I took it from inside a museum just after watching a a fossilized stegosaurus helplessly defend her infant children from a relatively small predator. probably. More pictures to come.

Colorado Rockies

My truck wants to go back here.

Lackluster Rhyming; Ear Slaves

Wishes becoming mist
In an era remiss of innocence
Missing
Or envisioning
A kiss on the tips of lips
Mimicking an eclipse of mythical visions
Or depictions
Figments
Fragmented actions
Fractured by the lack of time
Or timing
Mimes chime in with their reenactment
An artistic recant of lackluster rhyming


Peeling off gauze
Pause
Cough up embalming fluid/
Grab a cup
Turn it up
Relax to this calming music
Breath grazes vocal cords
Vibrations bend air waves/
Mouth facilitates thoughts
Caught
Now you’re my ear slaves/
Hypocrisy:
Me trying to appease you
Yet I’m bound by my pen/
Tied down by flesh
Meshed with a hunger to sin/
Lend an open mind
I’m confined to the ink and its well/
I wield the pen
Yet it manipulates me when it spills/
Filled with black confessions
Guilt lessons with faults discovered/
Amazing what a “Christian” exposes when the vaults uncovered/

Masai Warriors

I'm mulling over next summer's trip. Or maybe even a trip before then. I thought I'd do two things. Recap. And then look for some inspiration.
Here are some "masai warriors." Notice the watch the one on the left is wearing. Hard core.

African Elephants

A picture taken while on a safari in the masai mara (southern Kenya), and one I drew. Can you tell the difference?



Me either.

Cue the Music; Blanket Seams

Too many days I’ve raped this dictionary
Tearing Webster’s hymen
High pitch rhymes get violent
Ripping thighs and stitching them from abdomen to spine. Then-
Let them mend to hear you cry when spinning lines that might split
Gripping on the hemmed up seam to see your lumbar vertebrae
How they shake when words escape
Draping down your tongue and mouth and placed upon my dinner plate
Taken from your lungs to stuff my ego when our winter drapes
Racing sirens light the pavement’s paint in wasted haste to save you
Patients wait
They hate you
Scrape your place from memory to clean a lane to wade through
Thank you
But I can’t do it
To take our time and write it out would waste my day
So screw it
This avenue has brewed my fumes
I’m through
So cue the music

Our bond takes form in text
Perplexed you feel confined
Restricted minds decide a love is bound by page and rhyme/
A different frame of sight will find your grace when seen by me/
Can blind the eye of countless men when penned for all to read/
Air seeps from lungs with every passing touch your hands impart/
When love is acted out it’s seen as porn
In words it’s art/
In darkness all the boundaries of my flesh can find their peace/
The sweetness of your skin
The scent of limbs within my reach/
The morning blink of waking time displays frayed blanket seams/
Each written verse that beats your drum becomes a faded dream/
Blatant empty sheets think of your face and turn to laugh/
Mapping all your attributes
The tune
On them
Falls flat/
Grasping to the mattress for a remnant of our night/
Like all my other days this one is barren
Stripped by light/