CHUCK JINES

Am I beautiful to you? A man broken down immaculate? A soul tarnished and tattered, a heart broken and torn, a mind scattered with foggy dreams? Am I beautiful to you? A human being thirsty for love, hungry for meaning,…

Cultivating good taste is the process of enhancing one’s ability to discriminate critically between the beautiful and the ugly.

All the old ones are leaving us now, time ticks on as they slip through the back door. All the songs are silenced now, they won’t be sung like that anymore. All the old ones are leaving us now, and…

New Mexico moon drooping down to the ground, dark shadow and shining light. New Mexico moon through my cabin window, crisp morning air starts the morning right.

Living the good life: We lost all of our fur and covered our naked selves with woven cotton. We paved over our Green Forests with black asphalt, cashed in our freedom for a climate controlled job at the office. We…

The flames slowly dance while laping and licking the sides of the metal, like late night enchanted Lovers floating across the tavern floor. Too intoxicated to care, too enthralled to notice…

The measure of a man’s character is determined by the amount of raw truth he can handle. The truth will set you free, but you first must be willing to burn. This is why most men choose Faith over truth.…

I don’t have “beliefs.” I have things I know, and I have things I don’t know. I try not to use that word, I stay away from that verbiage due to the baggage attached to it. It’s kind of like…