Thursday, May 12, 2011
Art: Tattoo Designs for my Brother [Rough]
My brother wants a design of an angel looking over two children. I've tried my darnedest, and this is what I've come up with. In these two concept drawings, the angel is drawn to resemble St. Nicholas, the patron saint of children, and the two children are my brother and his best friend when they were younger.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Guest Poetry: The End Is Nigh
From a guest writer: Laurel Casts. A little introduction in his own words:
I am a writer, a musician, and an adventurer. Raised a military brat, a former U.S. Marine, life has certainly taught me a lot through my various experiences. I hope that, through my music and writing, maybe I can be understood. And, if I am lucky, somebody will learn something from my humble life just as I hope to learn something from every life I come across. So teach me, world. Teach me to understand you.
And now for the poem itself:
The End Is Nigh
Drooping lazily like fireflies, weary from shimmering,
Streetlamps loom overhead to watch where soles care to wander.
Benevolence towards the loners, God forbidding,
And mediocre tunes in the whistle-bound thoughts to ponder.
Careful go the winds, having no business of their own,
The takers and the leavers of the bright and blurry.
But trees sway slowly as if they were in no rush to go,
Rivers know this: There is no hurry.
Some say they can feel the heavy heart turning beneath.
Believing in anything is just another something to choose.
Rose certainly kept the beauty to be seen and her thorns without a sheath:
Sometimes, when you win, you lose.
Still, a lover could find either narcissism, or a longing:
Death begins side by side with life.
As for myself and my wonderings,
Time could not be a kinder friend: The end is nigh.~
--~--
For more from Laurel check him out at the following sites:
Facebook.com/laurel.casts
Purevolume.com/LaurelCasts14269
Twitter.com/laurelcasts
Also, he has a blog and debut album coming soon!
I am a writer, a musician, and an adventurer. Raised a military brat, a former U.S. Marine, life has certainly taught me a lot through my various experiences. I hope that, through my music and writing, maybe I can be understood. And, if I am lucky, somebody will learn something from my humble life just as I hope to learn something from every life I come across. So teach me, world. Teach me to understand you.
And now for the poem itself:
The End Is Nigh
Drooping lazily like fireflies, weary from shimmering,
Streetlamps loom overhead to watch where soles care to wander.
Benevolence towards the loners, God forbidding,
And mediocre tunes in the whistle-bound thoughts to ponder.
Careful go the winds, having no business of their own,
The takers and the leavers of the bright and blurry.
But trees sway slowly as if they were in no rush to go,
Rivers know this: There is no hurry.
Some say they can feel the heavy heart turning beneath.
Believing in anything is just another something to choose.
Rose certainly kept the beauty to be seen and her thorns without a sheath:
Sometimes, when you win, you lose.
Still, a lover could find either narcissism, or a longing:
Death begins side by side with life.
As for myself and my wonderings,
Time could not be a kinder friend: The end is nigh.~
--~--
For more from Laurel check him out at the following sites:
Facebook.com/laurel.casts
Purevolume.com/LaurelCasts14269
Twitter.com/laurelcasts
Also, he has a blog and debut album coming soon!
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Poetry: Two Boys at the Bottom of the Mountain
Two Boys at the Bottom of the Mountain
One boy
stared up at the mountain,
determination in his eyes.
The next
climbed up the mountain,
determination in his being.
One boy
stared up at the mountain,
determination in his eyes.
The next
climbed up the mountain,
determination in his being.
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