Nothing

Late night  Rain soaked streets walking alone The same streets that I summer time we walked together Happy and Un-afraid  Times change too fast  I’m still wondering why you can’t show me the same loved you showed them Faster the rain falls  Faster I become a memory  You’ll forget me soon enough  It’s only a…

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Before you #hire me or any other #artist or #seo…

Be it my work as an SEO, photographer, writer, or what have you I am often asked to work for free or at a reduced rate. I’m often amazed that people who would NEVER consider working for free have the audacity to ask me to work for free or to take on projects at a…

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Yeah, I skate…

The wind whistles cold against my ears The pavement cold and unforgiving  My board hits the ground I’m off running to work or to school or wherever I want to go I’m free from all the hassles that scatter my thoughts My focus piercing the rim of my hat like a hawk preying on unsuspecting…

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To make sense

I wish you would hold me like you held him Close and tinder Letting your passion run wild Taking me to that level of excitement and pleasure That level you were willing to show him I draw my coat closed pulling close Walking on rain soaked streets Wondering Overthinging Why am I so different? Why…

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#Autism and #Aspergers Awareness PSA

Understanding is key.   I’ve read several articles over the past few days written by people without autism or Asperger’s telling people how people with autism and Asperger’s feel and how to relate with us. Well, as a person who has Asperger’s I’d love the opportunity to weigh in. Here’s my two cents… Leave us…

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Every Time for the First Time

I thought about you while I was walking The wind blowing soft and the birds singing your name  I lost all focus on my path Lost in thought as well as my trail Deep in a forest with my thoughts I look deep into my heart to find you I can only dream that you’re…

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Home

The rain falls softly once again outside my windows The streets of Portland start to glow stained with oil and dirt I look in amazement at the mantel above the fireplace The photo of us on the coast holding hands How I wish I could have found you earlier in life How I wish I…

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Anyway

I’ve met my thresholdSomeone has draw a line in the sand Footprints in the sand? Nah bitch, I’ve got claw marks on my back to tell where I’ve been Your in approving glare only fuels my fire Fading into nothing I rise from the ashes new slowly rising above the film of pond scum that…

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