Day at Japantown!

A little trip to Japantown for my sisters birthday! We had a lot of fun in the sun! Ho ho ho (laaaame!)

anyway here are some pictures to share in memorie of that glorious day :)

Happy Birthday Leann!

Birthday gifts and things

This is what I meant by I got dwarves for my birthday :) (the lower part...This first pic is just of one of my darling dolls)

Happy New year 2012

The doomful cowntdown year has come!

Anyway, lets all make 2012 a great year in a combinet effort! Spread some love and happienss....Even if it goes against your evil nature!

Now to new years resolutions...

1.Get a fun job! hopefuly for games

2.Finaly want to move into a bigger place, near the goldengate park♥

3. Do a lot more fun projects and continue on Lioness!

.......Maybe get a kittie :)

what are your resolutions?

Happy New Year by the way!

little derps

Hills in ecstasy of different color, grief in punishing midday summer, grief some more under the pressure of men a restless whisper scattered across, unable to breath unable to rest.  

Robert Creeley-The Language

Mothers gift...(Those who bring the gift of language) this poem is rather a thank you.)

Mother to daughter….

Locate I love you somewhere in

Those words lingering between

Teeth and eyes, bite it but

Never without meaning

Take care not to hurt, you want so

Greedy needy but…

Much so little. Words say everything.

Something needs to be remembered

I love you again,

Always

Then what is emptiness for. To

Build bridges of wisdom

Fill,fill. I heard words and words full

Of color to paint the world

Of holes aching. Speech is a mouth.

Full  of endless love….

Hurling bodies (writing)

Daryl nervously looks around. He coughs and shivers and swallows hard…He grimaces and grunts. He closes his eyes a minute and frowns, coughs again, hurling bodies onto the chariot. With each plopping sound the chariot creeks like an old hag. Daryl holds his breath a while, a useless gesture really. Pulling, grabbing, lifting and throw!

“Daryl….This one’s for the prison…They say she-“

“I don’t care boy…Just dump her on the stack. Dead or not they are all headed for that place”

“But….They say she’s not to die?”

“She won’t….”

Daryl approaches and takes a good look at the pretty woman’s face. He grimaces again, squinting, making wrinkled face swallow his eyes-almost

He grabs her and hurls her body onto the pyle-creeek- again.

The old man sneezes violently holding on to the boy, then he swears and spits onto the ground-yellow.

A young man dressed in a purple toga approaches them stone faced. Elegant steps, he kicks a nearby body, unfortunate enough to still lay on the ground.

“What is this? Why are you not off to Hornburg yet?”

“Sire the bodies have been increasing, I am old…Need I say more?”

“It is unsightly! And your mules stink are they rotting as well?”

“Sire, they have not eaten in days neither did I. How about giving me my pay?”

“How about eternal piece? Shall I hurl your rotten but onto the pile?”

The silence filled with words unspoken, a battle of the eyes.  The young boy coughs, breaking the tension. The mules are agitated, their hooves clatter on marble ground, and their nostrils flare. Moving bones.

The man approaches the nameless boy a grin forming on his thin lips. The marble face looks down on him. The boy frowns, barley manage to return the gaze.

“And who might you be?”

“Sir I am a helper sir”

“And of what help might a scrawny little one be?”

“ I bring the….B-bodies here and figure out who goes where”

“As if it matters…Do you know what the Hornburg is?”

“A prison?”

The young man’s perfect face cracks as cold laughter escapes his throat. He pats the boy onto his head and turns, glancing at the old man before leaving. His footsteps resound on the floor, a sound that penetrates heart and bones. Joining a crowd of purple togas he is gone. The old man grunts and grimaces, looking at the young boy, a sigh escapes.  Back to work, pulling and hurling till dusk takes them.

Land of Ecstasy (Writing)

You light up the nights painting starless skies in your neon color.

By day you are the color of bones, I paint you all across my life mixing into the pigments. Though, comes darkness you are the only one to shine. The one to remain, like death in the end is the ultimate truth.

Sometimes you frighten me as I am blind when the lights so bright, but there you are- Humming faintly, a chilling image from the past…. Haunting, hunting for my heartbeat. 

So mysterious, so most beautiful there is no color as potent as you. The lost child found, and all the miracles and wonders long gone. Here them galaxies and star-crossed lovers. All of them mourning and celebrating in a place, cold space.

I stain my hands, my hair and vision in wild joy. Yes I am guilty of loving you….

Beautiful times with you are precious, as precious as the way to the northern star…

Let’s keep them secret, let’s lock them away.

The Music of Andy Sew Chung Hong

Here are some words for a dear old friend....Hmmm not that old but we know each other for quite some time now! Weird, since we didn't talk that much back in school, but now that I have moved to America for my studies we "talk" a lot (ah Facebook!)

Anyway, here is a video of Andy showing off his skills as a musician (too bad I don't have the video of him singing and playing the guitar! Yep Remember music day?)

Please keep it up dear friend! I'd love to see more of those videos and maybe even an original piece?