the darker feelings of the creative mind, trapped within the analytical frame.

each and ev'ry day
i will there a way
to finish the race i have run
but every time
i start to unwind
no closer to end have i come
the more that i try
the more that i strive
the greater do i come undone

so now, give it up
he says, with the cup
surrender unto me at last
and he prods and pokes
tries handing me dope
promising to forget the past
but i know the truth
my "friends" are the proof
this lie he now gives is his last


I know this update took a while, but it's been in the works for a few days now. So get happy about it. More to come when it comes. Stay tuned......

the man in the mirror
'tis he that i fear
the one that can bring me on down.
the man on the right
strong standing in might
stands noble and wearing a crown.
the man on the left
now leering and deaf
would rather that i would have drowned.

but i know the truth
inside lies the proof
this failing and frailty in me.
i try to stand tall
stand strong like a wall
yet always i bend at the knee
these mirrors do but lie
they will me to fly
to run, to escape, and to flee.

(to be continued... this was just what was on the top of the head.)

Well, I suppose you might want to know something about me. Start with this: I love computers and acting. I like history and math. I'm a political junkie and a music afficionado. I'm a Varsity letter winner and a National Honor Society member. I'm an introverted extrovert (or was that an extroverted introvert?). I'm the combination and culmination of opposites. I'm a "Jack of all trades" everyman. I am only remarkable in the sense that I am utterly unremarkable. Figure that one out.