“Sometimes it is easier to write in riddle”
 
Do you ever get mad at words for making you try so desperately hard…
For drawing you in…
Right before they release, a feeling of bliss…
But what if, just what if, they are stuck in that moment.
The same moment before your first kiss.
What if they float in that void forever.
 
You can rage, you become indignant…
Indignant, why not angry?
Because with color and spectacle, the word gains a palatable taste.
 
Usually we acquire a taste for things that can add that extra “Pi'zaz”…
Things that color our minds from the black and white routines…
But how do we color those minds of people we want to see our palette?
 
We talk, ponder, imagine.
We dream, wake, run.
 
A simple haze brushed from a thought can make crystal clear a cobweb covered topic.
But it is the riddle of that idea which makes it purple, or red, or bright green.
 
Allowing a thought to flow is more than never trying at all…
I guess what is being said is what is needed…
 
This riddle opens the bud of a rose for those who wish for that particular color of flower.
 
It is not alone, it is with your water that adds another line, another thought…
Shed a tear…
Shed your fears…
Make a rhyme…
Despite the lack of logic,
But because of the impeccable time.
 

You wait for a day when all is clear.
You wait for the day when your mind is near.
You expect the unexpected making it expected.
You see the motions before they set into motion.
 
You are here, your mind is near…
 
Then the clouds roll in…
You feel the cold breeze on your face…
You turn to the south only to reminisce about your past…
You are forced to move forward…
 
While you move you are confronted by mirror after mirror,
Each shows a little of your face and a little of what's behind…
You are blinded by your own shadow…
You are afraid of the light…
You write.
It becomes undecipherable…
 
You wait, you get lost, your crumbs decay…
You are stuck…
 
You are lost in the clutter of your own mind…
 
To humble or not to humble oneself, that is the question…
Whether tis nobler to learn or to be learn'ed…
 
Sometimes there is only the clouds…
Only the cold breeze…
 
You are here, your mind is near.
 
 
 

---The Topic Shall Remain Anonymous----

Sometimes words just can't describe it anymore...

who knows...

lol so I guess it is semi finished?(about time)

I added the links under portfolio. The Theatre Resume is just a coming soon link. I basically changed the link names. I added Vocal(some of the recordings I made) Many Faces(it is pictures of me from my webcam).

I changed it from a general resume(which would be my websites) a website link, which will be included in a later update, and a link of no use.

ENJOY.

To Leave Return

No eye can see into a dark rift, no hand can touch a breath of life, no mouth can taste the love of your life.

No interpritation, no inspiration, no understatement...

Yet my eyes still read and write from the input, the release is often quick...

The words with the least exquisite taste or avangard approach, or intrequite design hit you the hardest, both body and mind...

They sit on your tongue, and wait for you to speak, in which then they sink down.. deep, deeper, deep.

Re-emerge when they want, blow away with another thought, return on a returning gust...

To be picked apart, to be lost, to be ground, sometimes the meaning, never to be found...

Even this rhyme, this rythem, this thought... cannot be completed or broken apart...

Lines appear broken to give insight to the night of which it was born...

It goes on and on tangling itself in words, in rhymes, in the sounds of the birds, so tender, so passionate, so sweet...

Flying north, then returning south, repeat.

For me for you... in years to come, maybe picked apart by a scholar...

Or written in a compilation of books...

In the end it is here and now.. the defenition you or I took...

It seems either you can fight for a belief till you are red in the face, you can write an opinion as if it were a marble statue, or you can revert to primal instincts and see who can sustain more beatings to the head... Through any of these, writing, talking, fighting... there is often something very over looked. The simple and wonderful beauty of the person sitting in the corner, laying in their mind, or walking straight lines home, saying absolutely nothing. There is soo much more which can be absorbed through the way they stare or sleep or shudder at a sudden breeze. If you look deeply you can absorb them, feel them, "understand" them.. look closely.. Maybe it is from the slight frown in thier eyes or the sparkle from their smile.. Maybe just the feeling of thier skin on yours or the lack of touch. maybe you will say, "Yes but also No, but maybe maybe..." Sure go ahead :) But just remember when you are wishing that you had the words to that emotion or that perfect moment or just a simple thought, and you can't grasp it, or it isn't one of those days when everything fits so perfect, don't be afraid to just let go, in the feeling.. and well.. " ........ "

I am in the production of "Angel's In America"

Under the Artistic Link above, in the subcategory "Modified" I have added some modified images.. more soon!

Also I added a lot of poems, a new section called random, and one personal poem. enjoy!

One step at a time, all the memories form a rhyme.
Steps to recover often hurt...
A voice would sooth, but then, the voice may make you want again.
There are still yearns, and needs and wants, to cuddle close and hold you tight.
To stay in bed, in our arms, on the cold winter nights.
To sit awake and stare at you.
To run my hand on your smooth skin.
To feel your fingers in my hair.
To kiss your soft, red lips, right there.
To hear you coo a sigh, although we are many miles afar.
The feeling I got an hour before you came.
The same feeling increased when you called my name.
To even feel that sorrowful sigh, the moments when we said goodbye.
Because even though they were feelings of pain, it wasn't forever, I would see you again.
Now we are apart, I sit so square.
I type on my computer to make it clear.
My hands hit keys, tap tap tip tap.
The words write down, and are clear to see.
But in my mind, it is hard for me to let it be.
To have that yearn, that need and want.
To have nothing but a word, or a thought.
To not hear you in my ear at night.
To not be able to kiss, that ear, just right.
Each lonely day, turns into night.
Laying in bed, eyes wide shut.
Thinking, not dreaming, lost in thought.
I think of the times when I was alone.
I know it is hard, and will be long.
But deep within I wish with my heart, every last bit, every part.
You will call and say hello.
Our past erased, just, "let go"
We hold no images in our heads.
No expectations or what should be said.
We enjoy or time together, again.
But this time we don't look for the end.
We look to laugh and scream and cry.
We know that when we were born we were destined to die.
We see things clear like that which I said.
And then we lay down on the bed.
Our heads rest gently on the pillow.
Our minds are close but bodies not.
I am here, you are there.
We are friends, without a care.
I shared my world, you knew me well.
A difficult time I was having as well.
We both had our internal fights to win.
And we both held each other's hands when the battle would begin.
Now there is nothing to grasp.
The symbol of the end at last.
I hope the ways of time will heal.
I hope my poem has some sort of prophetical appeal.
We laughed at that, but now I hope it is true.
We went through too much to say a goodbye so true.

i addd some more pictures to the photography section under the ARTISTIC link up above.

a place is empty, an abyss is clear, a memory is gone, a tear is here, where will you be, what will I do, how can you care, how I feel for you... Knowledge is the key, I know little, Learn from mistakes, no mistakes to make. Moving on, no room to breath. An eternity which lasts only a second.

Here is a list of what links work and what doesn't

I have put up some of my photography! yay for the updates! lol ok so go to:

ARTISTIC link and click the submenu "Photography" and enjoy!

Due to popular complaint... hehe I have changed the first page popelimited.com to a different background which cannot be confused with hair or aliens or evil spikey things. ENJOY!

I have updated and uploaded a large mass of my animations to the website. They are under the ARTISTIC link subsection "Animations"! ENJOY!

(The Title Is Included in the poem, aka the last line, but I recommend not reading it till the end.)

Senses become acute to all around…
Eyes begin to blur only slight…
Stomach circles thoughts…
Hands cold, lifeless against a skin clammy and moist…
Mouth waters…
Sound becomes a whirl of ideas, all turning into lifelessness…
Skin becomes erect to the slightest breeze…
Cheeks tighten, teeth clench, nose swells, nostrils flare…
All at once these emotions form a whole…
And with the swiftest of killings, all of the mind rolls out…
Falling helplessly, falling rapidly, falling together…
Clear they seem as they sweep the face…
Complex they are to fall from grace…
Time stands still, day into night…
Your woe is clear…
As it all begins to drown, your senses lift up but fall back down…
Together, a feeling to this crescent this sphere this cylinder this shapeless form…
Pace slows, heart slows, mind slows…
Eyes close…
The world is gone, and path to emotion spent from here…
Energy is weak…
Short breath…
Less…
And..
Less.

together, together we stand... forever we a part, of a life so full of breath. Tonight... tonight we will hold in our heart, the truth and feelings of love... A love so strong, that it can't be wrong... A truth so careless, a gust of air could give it flight... The time has gone for tomorrow's song.

As I found out later in the day, today is September 11th...it is easy to block out, but hard to remember, but it deserves it if even for a moment, not to relenquish but to just remember. This marks the memorial for a turn of events which has shaken and brought together a nation regardless color, speech, name, job, or anything else which may seem so trite in such an event. So I, who will always remember this day ask for everyone, even if you have already to give a moment of remembrance for everyone, not only those lost firefighters and policemen... Not only those who were just going about their normal lives... And Not only those who lost loved ones... But for everyone in this world... Life is precious, and this only proves this so... So God Bless from the popelimited.com staff!

Today I had a dance class, which kicked my ass, I probably couldn't do a pushup right now if you paid me to... I mean OW.. but it will all payoff... well i am swamped with work and I am procrastinating... sooo here is a poem(i will add this to the literature section later)

Strange Poem Released From An Emotional Ponder

"I speak to you in riddles because my words get in my way"
------------------------------------------------------------~Staind "Ephiphany"

I have a million things to do with school starting, and my time is going to be scarce, I have a lot of loose ends to tie up and I plan on doin gthat within the next month or two, so expect this to be updated if not with the links with at least a blurb here or there, I am starting to write again sooo hopefully I can throw something or other up for you to read! Ok Here we go!!!

After a few complaints about the website not working I looked into it a little deeper... Well it seems I screwed it up a little when I was cleaning directories, this caused pages to not show up... Well to make a long story short, it is FIXED. So sorry for the downtime... Thx for the heads-up those who told me.

Ok Everyone I updated the literature link above, IT WORKS!! I have uploaded a selection of my literature, be it good or bad whatever, it is just stuff for you to read if you want... There is not too much uploaded but hopefully I can dig up more of my work.. Ok enjoy!

Ok I am going to attempt to slowly put all my crap online... and yes there is a lot. But expect the links to slowly start working, I will post updates here when things begin to work.. so stick with me here... I am a bit of a procrastinator when it comes to my own stuff... Alright. Ciao!