I Need Coffee

Good morning. Here's a vector illustration of some coffee. Not that I drink that stuff, but this early in the am I kinda wish I did.

Have a good one!

Memento Mori

No, it's not Halloween, but when has that stopped anyone from doing Halloween illustrations? Certainly doesn't stop me showing you this bit of vector fun I came up with.

Short Good Night Poem X

Would you close your eyes

and feel the stars

sing serenades above your window?

Would you lean into

whatever comfort

is around you; the ground, the bed?

Would you let me take you

out on adventures

that do not wear and tear your heart?

Would you welcome

the end of day

had it ever the most splendid start?

We need night to redefine morning.

In the lightest slumber there is rest.

For you let your spritit

come that much closer to peace

once you lay your head down

and sleep.

A Poem on Inspiration

Some people wonder what inspires the artist to create. This is my answer.

A word brings a thought, brings a beckoning.

A sound lets a memory play with time.

A sight, which is most splendid

lures the focused mind astray.

Drifting with the summer rain,

the autumn leaf, the wind of spring,

the frozen flake remains, always within.

Without expression I would drown,

my hard won crown, would melt away.

When I close away the world outside,

the one within begins to rhyme.

Amazing people + Hungry poetry

I still get hits every day even when I haven't updated in forever. You have faith guys, I love you.
Oh, and I'm back. Here's some more poetry.

Hunger

Some say petals

taste sweet with sugar.

I carry roses in my arms.

Beneath my skin

that silky feeling

of love that lingers

pricks my charms.

Some say the hunger

will be satiated

once the petals

are on the ground.

I carry thorns

of love and loving,

braiding sugar

for my crown.

Summer Requiem

For the end of summer. Fall comes swiftly.

He found a passage

behind the lilies

to a world

so far from ours.

There he sits

and guards the flowers

as summer's lost

and turns to fall.

Of Parting Ways

To the friends we leave and those who leave us. To the people we find and those who find us.

Meeting is the sweetest sorrow,

for what we have we may lose tomorrow.

Humans have such complicated hearts -

our love is fondest when we part.

Still as this parting's drawing near

I ask you that you do not fear.

If quick we grow to be the fastest friends

it will not matter if it ends.

We'll always have the memories -

the anecdotes and stories.

Come, hurry now so we can start

our journey to the day we part.