Ticonderoga

Tinder aroma rolls through the room,
As I trim my Ticonderoga.
Soon it will be sharp and willing;
So eager to please its boss.
For now the fragrance holds sway,
Enveloping me in nostalgia,
And the inevitable optimistic trance,
Of every quixotic young writer.

Apathetic Sounds

She does not see me:
A parrot just repeating,
Apathetic sounds.

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I was intrigued by this entry to write a haiku. This is my first true attempt.

Edit: I originally had "sounds" as "friend" but I think it works better this way.

Favourite Flowers

Welcome to your destination,
Where is smells like favourite flowers.
How may I help you?

Selling homophobia.

Humour is an enigma. What some find funny others find offensive. What some find healing others find destructive. While in Key West I was struck with an example of such a rift. Inside a brightly lit and plastic smelling t-shirt shop I saw a shirt I will never forget. In a parody of the Trix cereal slogan, the shirt read, "Silly faggot! Dix are for chix!" It has been years since I have felt what I did after reading that shirt: pure, drilled-to-the-bone-marrow rage. I bit my tongue, for what could I do? Yell at the clerk? Even if the potbellied, balding man owned the shop what good could my comment do? Someone ordered that shirt. Someone thought it was a good idea to hang it on the wall for sale. In hindsight, maybe I should have said something, but I don't think I would have been capable. I looked at the man with an expression best summed up as grim and left the shop disgusted.

Let me make it clear that I am straight. I love females. Their design is the epitome of nature. The curves of their bodies, their delicate features, their nurturing nature: I adore it. Now, not all females are that way, but you get my point. Having said that, I now want to make it clear that I have deep sympathy for homosexuals. I know that there are some men that feel for other men the same way I feel for women and some women who feel the same way for other women. I do not care what course a person's love flows, as long as it is of legal age and human, because love is one of the beauties of life. For anyone to dictate another's love is to be a tyrant.

Our mosaic of minds is both necessary and unfortunate. After all, it is human nature to be different, but it is also human nature to be civilized.

Of notebooks.

I have a notebook now. It's not like my old notebooks/journals, it's a pocket notebook; portable and secretive. I bought it at the mall yesterday and then decided to wander for a while looking at shops and at people. By the time I left the mall I had filled six pages with notes and thoughts. I like this notebook already.

Copyright

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Me in the Keys.

Me in the Keys., originally uploaded by Chaddicus.

I have uploaded all of my photographs from my recent trip to Key West. You can view the whole set here: Key West Trip 2009

Catacombs

Lost inside the catacombs of Paris,
Clutching to the nameless bones - an heiress,
Of haute couture,
Of whispering,
Of will,
If nothing moves she'll never have her fill.

Twitter

Twitter is a waste of many a good thesis.

Begin with a quote...

“If one has not given everything, one has given nothing.”

- Georges Guynemer