On the Train to Padova

The sun feels warm upon my face
As I sit and forget all but a trace
Of a life I’ve left behind

And I pay no mind
To the kind of fear
That may come near
As I sit and ponder the life I’ve left behind

And a choice is a choice
And I’ve chosen as such
To leave behind something that was simply too much

To live in the less
And find out the more
As I part from the things I truly abhor
In the life I’ve left behind

~RTB 3/13/04

The Jewel and the Ocean

So he bought it. Others around him did not know that there was no “her”. And he was no longer buying it for “her” as he had once wanted. Now it was for him. Not the jewel itself, but the act.

When she had left, he had vowed that if he could not give it to her, no woman should have it. For as much as he now hated her, the jewel was conceptually hers. He had already mentally committed it to her life.

He had come close to being more in love with the jewel than her. So he bought it and fled the store with nary a word.

He was running now. Clasping the unwrapped box in his left hand as he pumped harder with his right, trying to get to that sound as fast as he could. The sound of the rushing river was punishing at near distance. It was the river that moved at a pace so brisk that the bottom was completely overturned a new every day. His jewel would be washed to sea to be discovered in another lifetime.

For while it not deserve to be destroyed, it also was not to be owned by anyone else, any other “her.” At least not in this lifetime.

-RTB

Too Much In Between

Wow. This NOT overdramatic gem seems to be a representation of all the things that become between 2 people who want to be together but just have not enough in common. That is of course represented here by the black between the broken pieces of the heart. I believe this "too much" had something to do with a girl I dated for 3 weeks in 9th grade. Created March 9, 1998.

10 New Band Names

Mu Shu Revolution

Deep Royal Pumpkin

Champagne for Puppies

Kathleen O'Stein and the Steam Cleaners

A Polarizing Candy

Run Slowly & Kick Like a Girl

Peanut Butter & The Jelly Fishes

Tommy Fleece & The Feety Pajamas

Pizza and Espionage

Pelvis for a Head

The Fleeting Purple

Her eyes were open
Aware to the beauty that was her life
The purples and beige
Couldn't possibly hide
A radiance of solar compassion
Burnt and betrothed
To the beauty that was her life
Her eyes couldn't possibly close
Two suns that couldn't set
A laughter with no end
The mutual sensation of her lips
Against each other
Barely pressed
Forming a seal both delicate
And incredibly impenetrable
At least to them
At least to him
For now

-RTB

Three Stars

100 missed apologies
In which we found our fears
Amalgamated weaknesses
Compounded through the years

A sadness filtered threefold
Throughout both you and I
A dangling partial question
Of why we shouldn't try

A mixed up messy misery
Upon which we laid bare
Just items on a blanket
One thought, One hope, One care

Our blissfulness and ineptitude
Worn across us like a shawl
"Our future lies behind us"
She saidn a mournful drawl

A suitcase full of memories
And a a timeline full of never
All becuase he wasted time
Dwelling on his clever

"There are things I've never told you love
There are things you'll never know
Because these partial sentiments
Were all that I could show"

And so they left each other
Exactly as they found
Two boats that could not lose their course
Until they ran aground

-RTB

Innovation

It's so hard to be original and innovative and new
So if you can't be that
At least be good at what you do

-RTB

Palermo, Sicily

Self Portrait by Richard T. Boehmcke