Garden City Surf Shop - An Icon

Garden City Surf Shop

Garden City Surf Shop Entrance

This place has been there as long as I can remember...and that makes it OLD! I uploaded the photos in full resolution, so click on them and enjoy the details of the paintings!

Emotions Make for Bloody Poetry!

Yesterdays deeds descend on raptors wings

talons flare and slice into my mind

tearing through the carefully constructed facade of hope

i bleed, into tomorrow

ancestoral wounds reopen with vengence

defecting logic and maming reason

proclaiming the torment of self loathing valid

i bleed, drip with sorrow

(re-post from some time in 2002)

Word Wednesday - IQ and You

There are certain words, that if you are going to use them, you should really know what they mean. Today’s example includes three words with related, but quantifiable, different meanings. Read on, dear reader and just feel the brain matter expanding.

Our words are: Moron, Imbecile and Idiot. According to a very old and not necessarily contemporary dictionary of mine, these words reflect classifications of mental aptitude related to a person’s IQ.

Idiot = < 25 IQ
Imbecile = 25-50 IQ
Moron = 50-75 IQ

Therefore, while it may make sense to proclaim, “Don’t be an idiot, you moron!” Stating, “You’re a moron, you idiot,” would be a compliment – of sorts. Which begs the question, which is worse, a moronic idiot, or an imbecilic moron?

Aren’t you glad you stopped by?

A Poem About Hiking - Feelings and Emotions

Hiking It Off

The earth under foot

Passes

Thought fades into

Absence

Embraces singularity

Feels

Effortless striding

Forth

Coming homeward

Bound

Less of me resting

Heavy

Burdens dripping

Soaking

Into the soil beneath

Me

Online Amazing Poetry

You will find some of the most amazing poetic writing by Nevine Sultan at Dreams, Deliriums and other Mind Talk and at The Naked Light. Go now and read...

Sea - I Love You

I do love you for it is your simple and methodical rhythms, the rise and fall of me, a dance mated eternal, a connection to the source. You are my beginning, my mark, my destination and all that comes between is but fragile wants, washed away, mistook for something of importance, a myth of substance, now dissolved or polished and tossed away. There is no distance, no transgressing terrain, to separate us you are always...in to and out off me, returning and drawing but to sway...sway...away with me. Still, it is best to see you and feel your pace so closely, like today.

All that I am, loves the sea.