A little about myself - diesel gypsy, poet, chef, long haired, inked, music lovin wanderlust driven free spirit who is seeking fun, adventure, knowledge, enlightenment whilst roaving the globe. I dig live music, and various forms of the arts as well as camping, fishing, and a myriad of other outdoors activites. Discovering new perspectives and gaining insight is a thriving force in my life as I feel that "if ya aint growin, ya dyin'"
are you still reading this shite? LOL
Favorite artist: Heironymous Bosch
Favorite folk singer: John Prine or Jim Croce
Favortie outlaw country singer: Kris Kristopherson
Favorite rock group: Black Sabbath
Favorite local Houston band: Sideshow Tramps
Favorite poet: William Blake or T.S. Elliot
Favorite philospher: Schoepenhauser or A. Huxley
Favorite iconoclast: Hunter S. Thompson or Abbie Hoffman
Favorite wine: Leitz Dragonstone Reisling 04 or Thunderbird lol
Favorite travel spot: Netherlands or dark side of the moon
Favorite quote: "When the doors of perception are cleansed, things will appear as they truly are... INFINITE."
Favorite author: Tom Robbins
Favorite actor: Robin Wiliams
Favorite politician: ..LOL ya right!
'and now for something completely different.."
We Are
a musical note wrapped around a question mark
skewered by Poseidon’s trident
and hidden in Pandora’s box
perpetuating the preposterous potential
of prolonged sensual sensory enhightenment
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Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Within the Shadow could One strain to see
Mangled mimes disguised as beautiful bards
hindered with amnesia
attempting to convey Tragedy
gone awry by a happy Ending –
thus Fiction was Born.
Where Darkness is thy friend
And Light thy fiend – ultra nemesis.
Spoken in Greek with raised brow
Thru the broken beak of a crow
Lost in a rainbow crowned maelstrom
Every ounce of nothingness falls to the burnt barren earth
Like rain in a wormhole spawned by spurned lust.
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Tasting Her Delicacy
A single spark drips from each petal
of the Electric Orchid
as her beauty delicately blossoms over time.
I catch them on the tip of my tongue
tasting, truly tasting her delicacy with my heart.
Energies are transferred
and course throughout my being.
She’s a rare and unique splendor of feminine nature
Inspiring to behold
and intoxicating to experience.
aayight I'll shut fer now.
Live music, picnic at the beach, art museum; it all depends on mutual interests.
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