(Poorly) Hidden Heart

Nick Engvall — Cars. Kicks. Content.

Heart so pure no mask could hide, the broken heart behind the painted eyes, feathers falling, wings broken from a past so troubled, she wears a disguise. Hiding perfect imperfections, indelible marks on the soul, the beautiful transparency of scars that have taken their toll. Armor that cannot be pierced, not even with words of … Read more

Between the Tweets

Nick Engvall — Cars. Kicks. Content.

[blackbirdpie url=”https://twitter.com/#!/Zen_Moments/status/198918548247166977″] I follow a lot of people on Twitter and filtering through the negativity to find something positive can be quite challenging at times. Not that the people I follow are bad in any way, it’s just a form of venting and I can understand that. We all have our bad days but it … Read more

Rain or Tears

Nick Engvall — Cars. Kicks. Content.

RAIN OR TEARS Listening to the rain and my mind begins to stray the stirring in my soul takes me to another day A place far from my home but near to my heart A life that I loved before it had the chance to start From a distance, I fell victim to her beautiful … Read more

San Francisco Twilight February 2012

On my last mad dash through Northern California I made a pit stop in The City for some coffee and of course couldn’t pass up the chance to stop and shoot a picture of San Francicso as the sun went down and the lights began to glisten on The Bay. Unfortunately I didn’t have my … Read more

Two Monks and a Woman

Sometimes I need reminders to let my mind know that running a marathon when the race is only a few hundred meters is not exactly efficient. I woke up with the scenes from the story below playing repeatedly in my head this morning. After a few disturbing dreams last night, which are a friendly reminder … Read more

Sin City Savior

Nick Engvall — Cars. Kicks. Content.

SIN CITY SAVIOR Haven’t picked up a pen for months so let me repent, met the angel of death, seemed heaven sent. Bright brown eyes showed me her soul, light at the end of the tunnel like an eclipse, black hole Her curves speaking to me like sign language, translated through her eyes, pure anguish … Read more