zechariah

Poetry is love, love for words and those who would pound their chest describe there deaths and give any cost to speak the truth as they see it. Poetrry is city streets at night, blanketed by dreamers and love makers and restless wanderers and hope lying in gutters. Poetry is 5 AM cups of coffee so the long highway 10 becomes the short road back home. Music errupts in my ears from a clock radio someone forgot to take the batteries out of before throwing it out there bedroom window. the quick sounds of crying keep my rythm steady as I slide my heels across the lonely pavement blistering my thoughts with a beat I surely gave birth to in a dream. Shivering cold fingers push worn strings down, playing heart felt mistakes to a father whos memory fades every day. I set my ice blue eyes on the Northern skies, sit cross legged under distant stars and laugh at my own expressions. Every morning I trail the lines of her palm in my mind and wear thin the photo paper along her smile. Every night I fall asleep listening for her voice whispering my name from far away. As heros die and people dig there own graves with imited thought, rain pours on people standing in the falling sky with no desire to ever again run from the storm. my hands smell of molten steel and pencil lead, as I stand beneath the arches of Heaven and I am proud. Ive put my hand in the surf and felt the seas wet kiss push straight through me to my soul. I wear my life in my skin, painted like a story book because my true colors just didnt happen to be there from birth. my hair in my eyes is the curtain saving my gaze for her to reveal with her soft sweeping hand. I sold my soul to rock and roll but gave the keys to her. My jeans are worn my t-shirt torn and my tires are full of nails. my hair is black my eyes are blue, and my future is full of possibility.

Ok what to say?.......

Well my writers block is lightening up (but as you can tell from the low quality of that that its not all the way gone)

I have had one of the absolute best weeks of my life and couldn't completely enjoy it because my friggin back is broken. But my doctor says Im ahead of schedule so thats good, and Im not in much pain anymore.

I've been talking with the most amazing girl and Im completely in love. And the even better part,..SO IS SHE.

I cant wait til everything is worked out so i can talk all about it, but this is worth all the patience I can muster. She makes me happy, and I hope hope hope I do the same to her.

She's gonna read this so I'll say I love you baby. Cant wait to see you, and everything else and I miss your voice and Im just gonna shut up now causeIm all goofy.

I sorta got a job working for an aircraft manufacterer, cleaning airplanes, but they havent called me back yet to tell me when Im supposed to start so that sucks.

Anyway I've done some of the welding on the chopper but thats about all I can do yet.

OK thats it for now I'll add more later (I usually do)

PS Iadded a couple new terrible pics of me and I put up the drawing I did for Kiscica in my pics because her computer cant convert it.

THats all.
Zechariah

PPS My baby girl (the girl Im in love with I mean) gave me the most wonderful little gift tonight. The most beautiful drawing I've ever gotten. I love it very much. In my opinion it makes my art look like nothing. If she says I can I'll put it in my pics.