Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Thinking Of A Situation...

It is obscene to assume that you feel more pain than your brothers and sisters; but we are all guilty of this treachery.
We just have to remember that the only difference between us,
is what makes us hurt and how we show it.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Free-form Law...

Backyard rifle range.
Ancient midnight bonfire dancing.
Oak doorway and a period grange.
Fleet footed lake breeze advancing.

Pen to paper and no dial tone.
Eyes to the tree line.
Soft lit silk and led light dome.
Rooftop view of my byline.

Blue-stone, weatherboard, and courtyard abode.
Elaborately framed mirrors.
Rotten wood fencing and a dirt road.
Volume 11 and no one hears.

Sun drenched summers.
Sunned; like tentacles from a cosmic invertebrate lashed my skin.
An autumn where trees undress. Their leaves look beautiful dying.
White winter landscapes, like it rained 3000 year old salt-mines.
Wolves howl the goodnight lullaby that would destroy city life.
I can see the breath leaving my body. Chop wood and lumber home.
Late nights and morning slumbers. I work best alone.
3-5-1 Mustang to town, shop supplies and dine gourmet.
Southern Comfort for comfort, and to warm my bones.
Rooms where I don't have to be anybody.

Friday, October 15, 2010

All The Kings Men...

I want to hear something mindblowing, true-to-an-artistic-vision-without-compromise, original band/album.
Like hearing Hendrix for the first time.
I want to be reborn into a world of fire and ball-tearing creativity.
I am surrounded by wool and robots.
They've sacrificed originality for mass production.
They've sacrificed skill for technology.

This is no noble compromise.


I was on the boulevard when the sky opened up
It swallowed me whole
Borne with fury
Deep, dark and brooding
The wind howled like I was inside a wolf's throat
It howled so hard it snapped ships sails
Broke spines, and created mud slides
Bodies slithered out like snakes
Shadows made of tar
Form dripping wings of fire
Malevolent majesty
Angel you didn't bestow me
What I desired
Should I speak to him directly?

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Insert Title Here...

I'm quiet. There's nothing I find attractive about talking alot.
Observation is crucial in sustaining knowledge.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Dead Poets Society...

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering- these are noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. But poetry- beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Dead Poets Society, 1989 Touchstone Pictures

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Shaman Nation...

I danced to bring rain.
I danced to communicate with my Father.
I danced to save my Grandmother.
I danced to cure a brother.
I danced to charm Little Miss Big Moon.
The whole tribe was saved.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Candle Light Led Light...

I dream of blue, and rooms of violet.
I want to sing songs about violence,
And talk about silence.

Guerilla's in a world gone mad.

Do I conquer just to find,
That all I gained is left behind?
You can't carry such weight,
And not be late.

Count your lucky stars with your fingers, then break them.
The melancholy rush washed over me like a past regret. How I lack sun, and a straight road framed by power poles and mountains. I just saw in a movie, what I had once dreamt about. We like to set things on fire. Riverside looks nice. I am restless to lose myself, and for greyhounds chasing the sun in the West.
I still swear back then, that I knew that I know nothing.