After a long nap, the Omnium Gatherum returns to Comics Waiting Room to much fanfare. Well, at least a kazoo. Enjoy!
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Howdy, folks. I'm not sure if anybody is actually checking this blog on a regular basis. I know I tend not to. But some may be checking here after my participation in NaPoWriMo or other reasons.
Well, I have good reasons for ya today.
Total Recall #1 from Dynamite Entertainment is out today. I wrote it, amazingly enough, and am proud of it.
But I'm also nervous and worried about the reactions. So to distract myself but also to share my insights into the process of creating this project I started a new series in my column Omnium Gatherum about how I got this project. I start off talking about pitching. I even learned a few things about the process as I wrote this column. Take a look.
See ya. Namaste.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
The Grand Finale. Five poems for two days.
A Summer’s Day, Part 1
The sounds of the city echo and resonate,
Telling of a useless busyness, a rush to nowhere.
And the wind, the glorious wind
Blows into the sails of my mind,
Leading to paths known and unseen.
A Summer’s Day, Part 2
A pool of still water reflects
The deepness of the world’s soul,
Full of the dreams of all,
Empty from the strains of the sky.
A pool of still water projects
The quiet of my own soul,
Peaceful within my world,
Hectic from the world outside.
A Summer’s Day, Part 3
The sun shines down upon the just and unjust,
Sharing its light with all.
Making no judgments of the kind of men
Who bask in its warmth.
Yet the eyes that use this summer light to see
Judge all that falls within view,
Seeing without fully seeing
The souls beneath the flesh
That karma and kismet tend to all.
bittersweetness fills the air,
wiping away all my care,
strips my soul and lays it bare
to all the beauty that’s there.
where does the glory come?
from somewhere under the sun,
as a new day’s just begun,
and what will we do when it’s gone.
At night as I sleep in the quiet calm,
My mind has to keep my dreams as a balm,
Soothing away all the troubles of the day
So that I don’t fall under trouble’s sway.
At night I find and hold just a little peace.
And I rest my hand as my problems cease.
I drift and float towards another shore,
Aboard my boat made from my hopes and more.
I live for a time in this dream place
Until the chime makes my heart race.
Then once again out of bed I must rise
To, at the world, shout under clear, blue skies.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Three more days to go.
Sunlight And Moonlight
golden rays bring lazy days
and good feelings.
silver lights bring romantic nights
and good times.
On Practicing Buddhism
Of life before I can only say
Fading into constant ashes day to day,
Then I heard the phrase
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
And my life had something to praise.
For causes I did make another time
The reward was to know this time
The Mystic Law and all it unfolds
Within and without my life lived bold.
So I chant in times good and bad,
When I am happy, when I am sad or mad,
To achieve enlightenment this time around,
And to set up the same chance next time around.
‘Tis not easy, this Buddhist life,
It isn’t always free from any strife.
The struggle is part of the game,
The drama that troubles this spacetime frame.
For the rest of my life, I will say
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Every night and every day.
With no regrets, this I vow,
From this one until another Now.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Two more poems for today.
I think, therefore I am, it is said.
Yet what is this that I am?
For I think as I am an ego,
And yet, I AM is the greater Self.
So, as the Self does think
Then it is therefore an ego, the Ego.
So the conflict between the Self and the Ego
Is silly, just as difference of viewpoint.
So no difference at all.
Just as ice and water are the same,
It all depends on your perception.
So the Self that thinks and feels
Is the Ego; as I think
Therefore I am because I AM.
Two sides of the same coin,
The ego and the self,
High and low,
Each defining the other
As the way of defining the one.
Yet the self is larger,
The ego more focused and local.
Still just as heart and mind
And stomach can’t exist without the others,
The self and ego need each other,
And to fall.
Liberation and Manifestation,
Two sides of the same coin,
A cosmic circuit,
Makes us human, fully human,
Yet carrying the seed of the divine within.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
And to send my first NaPoWriMo out in style, I'll do two poems a day. This was fun.
Across Lands And Barriers
Across lands and barriers do I reach,
For someone to know.
Someone who my open soul can show,
A place upon my beach.
It seems my heart has passed away
To a beautiful one,
With a life afire like the bright sun,
And a smile for play.
A pen to paper scribes many lines,
For her, a love,
A princess whose friendship is a dove,
As truly is mine.
So, an ode to she and I, the desire
Across many lands,
Reaches for bonds and joins our hands,
Our hearts afire.
Time And Space
Across time and space there are many worlds,
Many other homes where life whirls and twirls.
Different in form and shape and size,
Different to many different eyes.
Yet all the same are the core, down in the soul,
In the essence of life which is beyond our control.
Which why two or more souls can touch and find
Each other, finding their lives ever entertwined,
Bound together in ways not easily explained,
Bound to each other, never cut in twain.
Across time and space the many and few become one,
Reaching across the stars and worlds under different suns,
To fulfill the dream, to become a whole,
Many in body, but truly one in soul.