Sunday, October 25, 2009

poena par sapientia

yesterday brings tomorrow -

Monday, October 19, 2009

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

don’t stop believing


whatever the orientation…we cannot stop believing in our dreams…that was our
high school class motto way back in the days – I’m pitted against an enormous mountain…a mountain
that is describe as my AREs…under a deck I know or not yet know…for example: I can comfortable walk up camelback echo in the pitch of blackness
knowing I’ve been up there many times studying the delicacies of outcroppings, overhanging rock walls, crevices…and even ‘dead skin’ – which acts as my path marker….
this one I can climb with time as the variable - its rather sequential and given. On the other hand taking the AREs in full is a sequence I find myself thinking over and over can I really do it? I have reminders on my desktop and in my wallet…the one in the wallet says ‘study and prepare yourself and one day, your day will come’ - I know I can do it…time is just a variable- im waiting for something to happen or not…what is the future without dreams…nikki found days without thought…now his days filled with sequence…we all will eventually get there…just don’t stop believing...

...my 9 year old daughter katie fills the moments with magic - she sings along to taylor swift's records...inspires me! for the first time, i pulled out my acoustic guitar and started to play in the backyard...the moon will lighting my area...it was nice...need to get back what i started...you know - dont stop believing...rb

Monday, September 21, 2009

h a l o c e n e - be my addiction!

sept18 - tempe marketplace with brandi - we are here to see bradley, addie and the rest of the band...was fun! me and my daughther rocking out to the sounds of halocene...we had a chance to chat with bradley...cash hart...as well as talking to addie...i told them the first we saw them was at last exit when they opened for adrian's band...cool rock and roll lives...stab! rb

Thursday, September 17, 2009

d a i s y

her momma named her Daisy, got it from a magazine,
Through the mountains in her white dress, she'd run chasin' me,
Thought she was faster, cause I told her so, even though it wasn't quite the truth.
Well I know she's an angel even though she ain't got wings.
Cause my sweet Daisy loved the hell outta me.

halfway to hazard -