Fat Ninja

I recently joined my first Yahoo! Group (thanks, K). It’s called the Creative Pen. It’s been very inspirational reading the works of aspiring poets and authors like myself. I submitted this piece into a writing contest that the Adults’ Creative Writing Club is hosting. The rules were to compose a story or poem of 2500 […]

I picked up City of Villains this weekend. Unfortunately, having not pre-ordered it, I was not able to take part in the Weekend Headstart thing. As such, I have to wait until midnight tonight to hop on.
I’m pretty stoked about the whole thing. While I haven’t played City of Heroes, I’ve heard good things. CoV […]

removed from self
spiritually off kilter
a staggering soul
struggling from corner
to corner
a zig-zag path
of emotional
meanderings
in search of
some support
my consciousness
drunk on memories
and self-reproach
paper bag nostalgia
provides little
comfort
and even less solace
it’s time to check in
and get cleaned up
time to sweep up
a broken past
and start over
a fresh beginning
a new leaf…
maybe
after one more drink
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Somewhere along the line I’ve lost my center and wandered from the path. I think it’s time to find me once more, and more importantly to once more find my inner Buddha.

Yet, here we are and I feel that things have somehow changed. I don’t know what in particular has shifted, but I certainly sense an uneasy silence. Perhaps it’s me and my skewed view of relationships, perhaps not. I will say that in my growing older, I’ve come to have a far more profound respect for personal relationships. They are the bonds that tie us to that greater spirit from which we came. They are links to that collective consciousness that gave us birth.

One of life’s joys lies in the discovery of new music. Few things are quite as spiritually satisfying as finding a new musical artist whose works happen to resonate with the emotional leanings of one’s soul. Fortunately, since I started working for Yahoo! I’ve had the chance to do a great deal more musical exploration […]

I remember that in my brooding adolesence I used to sit in my room with very few lights on, listening to this sort of music, cigarette dangling precariously from my lower lip, contemplating subjects ranging from unrequited love to the impending horror of graduation that threatened to destroy the life that I had come to know and love.

birds just
outside this
office window
mock me
with their dancing,
flitting,
playful flight.
and we’re the
brighter species?
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fallen on hard times
arms flailing
against gravity’s
inevitability
in the aftermath
of the bubble-burst
an exaggerated
caricature of
failure & disappointment
who,
having for once
looked down,
can no longer deny
the physics of things
Written: 04.15.04
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I’d start my morning out feeling tip-top. I’d walk the dogs, have some toast, sit on the back porch and drink a cup of tea in the crisp morning air and feel fantastic. Then the craving would kick in, like a petulant child, pestering me. So I’d cave and light up.