Of Trinkets and Torches

Torches and Trinkets


It goes without saying that this is a very interesting picture. Oh, and the guy who created it is a genius… His name is Pawel Kuczynski, a satirical artist who specializes in creating “thought-provoking images”, dealing with all sorts of real world problems.

I recently did a poem on another of his drawings, which you can observe here:


But without further adieu, my thoughts on the image above:


Of Trinkets And Torches

It’s a reverse life cycle, with a domino effect.

Child of the earth, the bright green tree,

Fire waits for them below, but there is no plea.

A blow to the earth, a twisted desolated wreck. Continue reading

The Prophetic Poems

So, recently, I have discovered that my writings seem to have a prophetic effect.

About two weeks ago, I was working on a rant entitled, “The Internet Is Rolling Over In It’s Virtual Grave”, upon which my internet crashed, and my computer ceased working.

Earlier I had created an Almost-Story about my creativity dying… following that, I suffered writer’s block for several days. (Both of these pieces will be posted soon, once some issues are resolved.)

I have thus concluded, my writings are prophetic. So, lets see how prophetic it might be…


Matching Numbers:

The lottery numbers all matched up,

I happily screamed without let-up, Continue reading

J.R.R. Tolkien Quotes

jrr tolkien

J.R.R. Tolkien was a great writer, and he had wise words of his own to go with it all. Let me share some of my favourite quotes:

-”Not all who wander are lost.”-

-”If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”-

-”Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”-

-”It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.”-

-”All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”-

-”A friend of mine tells that I talk in shorthand and then smudge it.”-

-”The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.”-

-”A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen.”-

And my overall favourite:

-”I don’t like allegories.”- (All wise words from J.R.R. Tolkien.)

Reviving Bricks: DP Response

Today, the Daily Post asked: You just inherited a dilapidated, crumbling-down grand mansion in the countryside. Assuming money is no issue, what do you do with it?



A few ideas came to mind:

  • #1, be boring, fix it up, rent it out.
  • #2, use it as a cottage.
  • #3, give it to Stephen King as a storage house for his manuscripts.
  • #4, blow it up! (Fireworks are always fun, right?)
  • #5, fix it up, donate it to charity.
  • #6, turn it into a wildlife preservation centre.
  • #7, use it to convince the neighboring village full of suspicious people, that it’s haunted, turn it into a tourist trap, and make a lot of money.
  • #8, learn how to paint, and use it as inspiration for a piece.

Until I drew my final conclusion:

I would use it as an out-of-the-way place, to build my epic time machine, which I would then use to travel back in time, and use the mansion for everything on this list. It’s brilliant!

Plus, due to location, no one will know about it, except for the one paranoid guy that insists on convincing law enforcement that it’s haunted and would make a great movie plot…. *insert evil laugh*


What would you do with a mansion? Let me know down in the comments!

In another world…

I was recently asked to write a poem on this painting by a friend of mine.

I was recently asked to write a poem on this painting by a friend of mine.


The skies are smiling, the crowd is grimacing,

sun is shining, people hiding,

the skies are dark, life is stark,

rain comes down, life is found.

It works this way,

it is reverse this way because,

here, the storm clouds bring safety,

and the sun shines brings doom,

looming in the sky,

when it drops, the people run, one by one,

and the streets are free of voices, free for the burning grass to roll.

singed leaves leave the trees, each imprinted with a crimson drop.

If Food Could Fly: DP Response

Salutations readers! Daily Post prompted today, “What was the last thing that gave you a real, authentic, tearful, hearty belly laugh? Why was it so funny?”


So, to answer that question, I thought I’d tell you a story, a day where I laughed harder than I think I’ve ever laughed in my whole life…


My Life Written as a Narrative #1

If Food Could Fly

It was a beautiful summer day at the end of June. The light of the sun and the smell of barbecue wafted through the air. My nameless friend beside me, we were preparing to consume a delicious meal out in the yard.

The hamburger was just cooked, and I piled it high with lettuce and tomato, and accompanied it with a sightly ensemble of the finest celery, stir fry and fresh fruit you could imagine. Conversing all the while, I began to balance the plate precariously upon one arm, and attempt to carry a full glass of ice-cold water with the other.

I used the remaining free hand to move towards the door, which I opened with surprising ease. Naturally, my friend behind me reaches to take the door; or so I had assumed before I let it go. I wheeled on the spot, as the next thing I knew, the sound of glass-on-glass-smashed-together filled my ears as the door slammed into him. My friend’s eyes widened, and we both watched a marvelous few seconds. Continue reading

The Hamster Wheel

We are all familiar with the brain. It’s that thing that lets you think, that thing that lets you live, and that thing often replaced with a peanut in 1970′s cartoons. (Cartoon logic is impeccable, isn’t it. )

Today, I’d like to thank that peanut, those turning gears, and that tireless hamster who runs on a wheel, until you can smell smoke. Thank you, for all that you do!



Valiant determination,

Running, burning, thinking,

Master of the mind,


He does know he's not getting anywhere, right?

He does know he’s not getting anywhere, right?

On the topic of death…

Ruins of time

I got to thinking the other day, some people will do anything they can to prolong their lives. When you are dying, is it better to fight for more days to live through, with no quality of life, or to have your days shortened, but to live them to their potential?