Seagull Sky

Red Flag Alert SF Gate Pushes Contrail

Credit Goes to Florida Gulf Sky Watch

While swinging around the brim of a petrified mushroom, I halt at the echoes of distant engines.

Again, the winged poison soars as if it were a bird,

But.. even the birds sing in acknowledgment to their livelihood.

The chirping feathers voice their souls because they too breathe my air.

It seems as the sun follows me, another roar from my scalp’s attic – my mind’s eye.

I release grip from the natural ladder because of an abrupt disturbance -

Because of the “I’ve already heard it.”

The gaseous harpies cruise the overhead ocean in sequence,

One here and then another to hear.

They only disappear to reappear.

It’s merely a metallic screech, which then leans leftward as if they were turning…

And since they know that they will be burning, they coat OUR skies…

Where seagulls fly…

Without the desire to die…

Only yearning to earn as we sit and I squirm…


Follow Who?!

Hey, how’s it going guys? I know I haven’t been very active recently, but life has made my busy. I even got lost in my mind a couple of times along the way! But – but, but! I have grown and come back! I decided to make some social changes. By that, I mean as far the people I associate myself with and in reference to social networking websites. I made a new Twitter and Facebook account so I could keep up with my followers more personally. For a while, my blog was managed by my older brother – you know, the technical stuff, but now it’s my turn to fully run it. He has now decided to make his own blog and I wanted to send some of my followers his way if it was possible. So, can you guys do me a favor and check out his blog? Also, if you’d like, you can befriend me on my personal Facebook and follow me on Twitter. The links are listed below. Either way, I’d like to thank you guys for sticking with me this long! I love you all! Peace and love! :D


My Brother’s Blog



My New Twitter Account



My New Facebook Account





The Wings of Tree-Fruit

But the string, for me and you

I grow wear and dreary – tomatoes

But only if I say so, butts for pesos and erasers to halos

It is only as I say.


Fore, the plucked castles are the passion and fashion for the hassle

And rain, dripping

Skipping together as we should

But instead, flipping tables at the whim of Gabriel


It’s colloquial

It’s spoken of – before.

But, instead the shock at the tip of the toe

But – how can I grow, Mr. Tomato?


You tell me it is only a fable

But the table, too, is able.

I am the maple.


Have You Ever Heard of Bloglovin?

Turns out its a blog bookmarking site of some sort where you can follow other blogs and they can follow yours. Similar to Google Reader.I think its worth checking out, why not give it a try? Follow my blog with Bloglovin


I just signed up for it so I’m still unfamiliar how it works exactly. Only thing I know is you have to have that link to verify your blog. If you guys have experience with it please share. You know I would do the same. :)


The Silver Casino

So cautious is that soul – it’s been going through the same substance every dawn

There is no ultimatum.

So, uh, that soul pretends to fit in the target’s aim…

But this body, left in the coldest banks, only travels astray.


Through passed nickels and hay -

Fore, day after marked day, that flesh climbs a calendar’s wretched wall.

His wall.

Of paint – even of pain.


And through the disdain, a new picture within the frame.


That Dude Eddie Talks About Writing and Recites “10,000 Midnights”

Hey guys, I’m back with a new vlog. Sorry, for the delay but I been rather busy the past week. Anyway here it is. :)


That Dude Eddie Talks About Writing and Recites “10,000 Midnights”

Let me know what you guys think. :)


Candle Finger

Social digits make no difference

The mark on my head controls the seasons

And the air

And the fire

And there is no denying.


No other, so who am I?

Like others, I listen to the wind weep on my window

On my shoulder, I observe

On my final nerve.


I wonder who’s knocking

Because there is no door.

I wonder who’s counting

Because my time here is no more.



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