Mittwoch, 10. Juni 2009


A piece out of Harolds letter today,

Today I began making a papermach spider and roach. Using coffee to color it, paper, headphone wire and shoestrings with a bit of water I have created busg that at first glance, look realistic. It will take a couple of days to dry, plus I have a few little minor things to do, add string etc. When I`m finished the fun shall begin! In the past my bugs have created laughter - always at someones expense but always in fun. It is good to laugh in here. What is real fun to see is the tatooed, musclebound badasses, the tough guys jump and holler over a bug!!
My spiders will look like adult Taranalas when I`m finished. The Roach is about 3" long and about 1" wide in the middle.
The things I do to entertain myself...


I remember it well, as if it vere just over
Instead of years ago
Check the tank, oil
Dust the seat
Straddle it, grasping the handlebars
Left boot puts up the kickstand
Standing there for a moment, anticipation
Fingers on the choke
Right foot giving slow kicks
Crack the throttle, hard kicks
A pop, kick again
It fires sluggishly
Less choke more throttle
It rumbles to life
Left hand clutch in
Left foot pushes down, first gear
Crack the throttle a few times
Feel the vibrations
The beast is alive again
Sitting back feeling the power
Clutch out, throttle twisted
Feet up, it moves
With a roar it`s gone
Clutch in, second gear
Third gear, fourth gear
The beast is on the prowl
Blastin` down the road
Feeling the wind, feeling free


Today I received a letter from Craig where he asked me how my blog is..

"How are your blogs? I would like to be involved in it, but, have no idea on what to say?!"

Now I think I will ask him to write a bit about his study, that would be intresting cause it`s about a very urgent topic. Enviromental science is probably one of the most needed sciences in the future and as far as I`s quite a bit to learn.
The last essay he had to write was about "Flooding" which happens more every year, we all know that. So hopefully I will be able to put in something of his work soon...

Donnerstag, 4. Juni 2009

TWO POEMS by Harold

So tired of living

Getting so tired of living

Yet that`s what I must do

Hard to take what life`s giving

I struggle to see this through

Each day is so different

Yet, each day remains the same

This is how I must repent

Part of an endless reality game

Enclosed by bars of steel

And walls like cliffs of stone

With no consideration of appeal

confined with many yet still alone

A world like no other

concealed from public view

To one another we claim brother

The truth of it speaks not but from a few

Made to work without a wage

No appreciation for my toil

doesn`t matter what the age

Rest will come when I`m in the soil

Till then I struggle to see this through

accepting what life is giving

It can be so very hard to do

When I get so tired of living.
*** *** *** ***


A sorceress you are with familiars three

Mystical Cat, Silent Bunny and Bushy Lady

Living in a cottage near the enchanted wood

Practicing magic wearing cloak and hood

What pray tell in your cauldron brew

A magic potion or delicious stew

Two young apprentices with you dwell

With visions of the world their heads do swell

Like witches of old you capture those astray

Enticing lost souls with words you play

Chants on paper, curious written rune

Evoking the power of sun and moon

Captured souls numbering now four

found in a magic box thru which you scour

Reaching round the world asunder

Four hearts begin beating like thunder

setting them free of that which does bind

Through understanding and compassion so kind

Lifting spirits higher than a cloud

You make one and all proud

Sorceress with familiars three

Having a friend like you is almost being free.

(Well, it`s close )

Proud to say that this second poem was written for me :-))

Mittwoch, 3. Juni 2009


As my Scottish friend isn`t quite such a poet and has no big drawing talents I just posted the flag of his nationality. Don`t want him to be forgotten just while he`s not an artist! :-))

Craig has become a very dear friend of mine over the past almost 3 years we know eachother now. He studies enviromental science in his time being in prison.