'tis the season

i know christmas isn't about giving, but the presents you receive generally say a lot about how well the people who love you know you. based on that, this christmas was the best ever.

for the sake of this rant, let's start at my birthday which is seventeen days before christmas. i got a gretsch drum set from my parents. i've been playing the same sunlite starter kit since i was nine years old. i've since then considered myself a drummer having practiced and been in bands and played in various factions of music in school, so a new kit has been a long time coming. sixteen years later and i finally have a kit i'm proud of and will take the best of care of. i'm extremely thankful my dad's a drummer because a) he knew what he was doing, and b) he knew when i was ready and passionate enough about drumming to own such a fine set. point being, they knew my passion, but more importantly they knew me.

then christmas comes along and i rip apart colored paper to find (collectively) a nikon d3000 and a wacom bamboo pen and touch tablet (from the parents), a bansky book (from my brother), and a set of twelve prismacolors (from my sister). to start off, i didn't ask for these things (apart from the bamboo, i let that slip), but they knew. this means in the past year my siblings have gotten to know me (and i, them) better than ever and my parents trust and believe in me enough to get me these things that only encourage my creative angst and distraction. i'm not exaggerating when i say:

this was the best christmas ever!

not because of things, but because of why i got them: i'm loved, trusted, and believed in. it's been a long time coming, and those are the best presents i could've asked for.

gunslingers wanted

i'm no hero
the lesser of two evils
share and share alike
my mistress is plight
shoot the actors
not the writer
justice is no longer
for screens and paid elects
put me in, coach
i'm ready
willing
joyous
filling
the lot's up for short sale
coarse-haired rubic's cube
twist or turn, no matter
dust gathers and settles
so what are you?

hide and seek

my eyes have adjusted
through the leaves and branches
i perch high
you're not as low as you seem
so keen on the idea
of taking the path less trampled
by failures and upstarts
twin arrows pierce twice
but not as deep
a twig snaps
as does my neck to look
i'd recommend treading lightly
snares abound brilliantly
a sound never made by
dogs
or wolves
or beasts on two legs
uttered in the night
a moan out of sight
i saw your reflection
as you walked along the lake
you shivered, i think
or maybe it was the water
cold and restless
you paused at the fork, i remember
morning chased you down and
you disappeared with the moon
you ran, i remember,
until dusk
now as i let my eyes adjust
here you are
emerging from the brush