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Counts

Counts

Inspiration:
Being frustrated at my natural tendency to focus on to-do lists.
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and watercolor pencils (used dry).
 
 
Counts
I can’t help but wonder
if it matters the number
of books that I’ve written or read,
 
Or check marks in boxes,
gold bars behind lockses,
by the time that I’m under the ground dead.
 
But if I can’t measure
my life by its pleasure,
how can I know if I’m winning the race?
 
Life’s not a game
scored with money or fame,
it’s a test of integrity, with grace!
 
Methinks it’s the places
I’ve put smiles on faces
that make life worth having lived.
 
And memories made
are less likely to fade
if more than received, I gived.

phast Foton

phast Foton

Inspiration:
Probably geeking out about physics.
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and pastels.
 
 
phast Foton
I took a beam of light
And chopped it with an ax 
Searching for a photon
Dancing in parallax.
 
But I think I must’a missed it,
Cause there weren’t nothing there
But a newly broken block
And an echo in the air.
 
Dad said I gotta swing faster,
So faster and faster I swung,
But sadly I never hit it.
Hey look,  my chores are done! 

The Road to Infinity

The Road to Infinity

Inspiration:
Pondering the 2 absolutes: death and procrastination (taxes have loop holes!)
 
Note:
It’s not a typo 🙂
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and watercolor pencils (used dry).
 
 
The Road to Infinity
On the road to infinity,
I’m nearly halfway there,
Falling short of divinity,
More tortoise, and less hair!
 
Though weary from my wandering
Toward the sideways number eight,
I’m decisive from my pondering,
(But as usual, I’m running late!)

Ramp on the Ridge

Ramp on the Ridge

Inspiration:
Seeing the same thing on my list of goals for a quarter century without making any progress.
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and pastels.
 
 
Ramp on the Ridge
A chasm separates who I am
from who I want to be,
a constant reminder of the man
that’s falling short of me.
 
It’s far too far to climb down safe
and back up the other side,
and no way to ever go around,
it stretches far too wide.
 
I don’t have skills to build a bridge
nor boards to span the deep,
just enough for a ramp on the ridge,
so I’ll run and take a flying leap!
 
To never have jumped has the same effect
as t’have jumped and to have died,
either way these words end up silent,
but at least with the latter one I tried!
 
So if these words are never read,
it means they fell and died.
But since, apparently, they are not dead,
welcome to the other side
     of me!

The Dragon

The Dragon

Inspiration:
Ever notice how much a trash truck sounds like a dragon as it roars between houses?
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and pastels.
 
 
The Dragon
A dragon came down my street
picking up its weekly treat,
an offering to keep the peace
we’re more than willing to pay!
 
It roared devouring every load
then onward down the road it strode.
I’m not sure how far it goed
before it flew away.
 
We don’t dare ever miss a week
knowing the dragon cannot seek
twice as much to fill its cheeks
on the next offering day
 
And that suits me fine just as well
because our house will start to smell
and the neighbors will be able to tell
so take out the trash before you play!