“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all.” ― Charles Bukowski
Am I Write? # 5 – Me, Wall…Hit :(
Am I Write? # 4 – Block
“The wonderful thing about writing is that there is always a blank page waiting. The terrifying thing about writing is that there is always a blank page waiting.” ― J.K. Rowling
Bike Writer # 36 – Don’t Be Tied To The Past, Cast Off, Life Awaits!
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. – Soren Kierkegaard
Bike Writer # 35 – There’s More To Beauty Than Just Seeing!!
Beauty unites all things, links together flower and star, with chains more certain than those of reason. The poet, the artist, thus finds the clue which guides them in their pilgrimage throughout the world. – Henry James Slack
Dream A Little Dream Of You
tell me how I can make a dream come true
like the one I had last night of you
and then there was the night before
and…well, so many many more
it’s the one where you said hello
and the tears suddenly began to flow
we rushed into an embrace and held each other tight
all I wanted to do was hold on with all my might
I tried to stay for as long as one dream could remain
in a place void of the hurt, the loss, the pain
oh please tell me how I can make that dream come true
when I dream a little dream of you
Bike Writer # 34 – Duck Yeah, Who’s With Me?
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike. – John Muir
Plagiarized Love
my love for you is like a book with stolen pages
beautiful words erased
deleted lines…replaced
everything’s torn from the very bind
words rewritten that were never mine
an unknown author with a tale of a broken heart
spends his lonely days with nowhere to start
his pen runs dry
there’s nothing more to capture
in this tragic love story without its final chapter
Bike Writer # 33 – Rejuvenate Your Inside By Going Outside
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. – John Lubbock
Bum Stories
a weathered man greets me on a corner
his face, aged ten times and his smile barely cracks
but I know it’s there as his eyes always confirm
for a million moments in passing
he shares with me his story
I read every line trenched in his scaling cheek
and coarse wore out locks
paint for me a daily tragedy
and all I do is keep walking
Journal Entry # 152 – Truth Can Hurt, But It Can Also Heal
I’ve wasted so much time and heartache trying to find out why someone no longer loves me. When all I had to do, was accept that they probably never did. Therefore, I’m free. – Ash
Earth To Ash 