The best thing about life, Is knowing you put it together

"They look like big strong hands... don't they?"

Water rolls down the skin like tiny beads..
Eyes close so that they might see.
Illum tangendo (touching him)
This sun is a star in someone else's sky
Illum tangendo (touching him)
This moon is making someone cry...
Illum tangendo (touching him)

Captain PirateFace say's "Ahoy!"

Captain PirateFace say's "Ahoy!"
Updated by, Captain PirateFace

The Captain

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This is not an Exit

Never Say Die!!!





























"the tigers have found me
and I do not care."

Charles Bukowski

there is no fear here

there is no fear here
there is a fear here

Friday, July 29, 2011

My heart is sore....

Just when we think we know everything... we know jack shit.
But music keeps us honest. Music and love.









I miss my girl...
and you know what?........ she misses me too.    :)



Been reading back in this blog tonight and came upon something that tore through my heart like an arrow. From when I was still with my ex-wife. I wasn't sad due to any "romantic" reasons... I hope that doesn't sound mean... but it's the truth... this thing I came upon was about me from my own mouth and it was pathetic and sad and heartbreaking... but eye opening as well. I truly think I am weak sometimes... but after witnessing this.... I have never felt stronger. And it makes me appreciate that beautiful lady above all the more...


now on to something less dramatic and more funny!

an old poem by your's truly from a few years back posted on this here blog!

Two old gal's gossip. 

"Such a kind face..."
 
"I know, but from what I hear he has something a tad bit unnerving about him"
 
"Like what?"
 
"Talks to himself, has bad mood swings... his Grandmother... you know... Sandy. Well she act's very proud of him and calls him a writer all the time but can't find a single thing he has written to show off because she's embarrassed by the filth he writes. So, usually she shows off to most people a poem he had written in elementary school he had written about clouds."
 
"That is such a shame."
 
"Still though... There is one thing.."
 
"Whats that?"
 
"He isn't a slouch in the bed baby!"
 

Giggling then erupts until false teeth fall from the mouths and go shattering on the floor into a thousand pieces sticky with the hot wet gummy spit of two cackling old ladies.











yep..




Well... I am tired now... and all I can leave you with is this...













"The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you."

-Rainer Marie Rilke-

and goodnight....


Captain PirateFace



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How can you save me when you can't save yourself?

"nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."

Charles Bukowski