Is it today again?

sad majority

2010-03-22T20:07:00.000-07:00

Geoff Meggs calls removal of Olympic mural at Crying Room "regrettable"
By Charlie Smith
Vision Vancouver councillor Geoff Meggs has told the Straight that the city won't force galleries in the future to censor works of art that criticize the Olympics.

Meggs made the comment after city staff forced the removal of a parody of the Olympic rings from a mural outside the Crying Room last month.

"I think that art should provoke debate and controversy," Meggs said. "I've been adamant all the way through: we're not about censoring any of that stuff, so this is a really regrettable incident."

Meggs, who speaks for Vision Vancouver on Olympic-related issues, said he spoke to Barb Windsor, the city's chief licence inspector.

"She said there were complaints that it's graffiti," Meggs said. "There is a spot right adjacent to it where murals are encouraged and permitted."

Meggs added that city staff told him that the work of art could have been placed on that spot, but not on the panel at the front of the Downtown Eastside gallery.

"I've heard staff," he said. "They acted in good faith, but I can understand why critics would see this as vindiction of their worst fears. But we'll take steps to make sure it doesn't happen again."

COPE councillor Ellen Woodsworth described the city's actions as "censorship".

"That is something that has been there since September 25th," she said. "It's in front of an art gallery. Who gets to decide that art is graffiti? Since when do we get to walk into art galleries and tell them, 'No, you can't have that there because it's graffiti, not art.' "

The B.C. Civil Liberties Association wrote a letter to the city expressing its "disappointment" that the city had targeted freedom of expression, and urged a review of the city's processes to ensure this doesn't happen again.

Meanwhile, the owner of the Crying Room, Colleen Heslin, told the Straight by phone from Toronto that the board was originally installed to feature a public poster presentation by Jeremy Shaw, which was put on by Presentation House Gallery.

"They were using the front of my gallery space as one of the main sites for that project," Heslin said.

When Presentation House didn't put up a new poster, she invited artist Jesse Corcoran to use the space. He decided to paint the Olympic rings with one happy face and four frowning faces.

Heslin said that the city contacted her landlord, Peter Wong, and said this "graffiti" had to be removed. He contacted Heslin, who complied with the city's request even though the mural had been on display for nearly two months.

"I wasn't surprised when they asked us to take it down," Heslin said. "I was curious to see how long it would be, just because of the direct use of the Olympic logo."

She added that she has asked Corcoran to paint a new mural, which would say, "Where will you be February 12 to 28, 2010?"

That's when the Winter Olympics will take place in Vancouver.

Corcoran told the Straight that he's "definitely" considering the idea.

"I work in the Downtown Eastside at a homeless shelter for probably the most marginalized community in Vancouver, and maybe the country," Corcoran said. "And I've just personally found it frustrating that so many of the issues that these folks [face], who are suffering so greatly, are not being addressed, but we're just throwing money at a sporting event."

2010-03-21T16:12:00.000-07:00

did a drawing a day in febuary

2010-03-20T12:24:00.000-07:00

are humans animals?

2010-03-20T11:53:00.000-07:00

animal:
1. any member of the kingdom Animalia, comprising multicellular organisms that have a well-defined shape and usually limited growth, can move voluntarily, actively acquire food and digest it internally, and have sensory and nervous systems that allow them to respond rapidly to stimuli: some classification schemes also include protozoa and certain other single-celled eukaryotes that have motility and animal like nutrition modes.
2. any such living thing other than a human being.
...

Answer

We are animals; we just happen to be the most intelligent animals on Earth.
Genetic (DNA) evidence strongly supports this.

The human chromosome number 2 is a fusion of two ape chromosomes,
so yes, without a shadow of a doubt... We are apes.

summer

2010-03-18T11:44:00.000-07:00

2010-03-17T20:26:00.000-07:00

open spaces
a place to breath

i'm short of breath
my chest is tight

sigh

Solo drawing show

2010-03-10T20:28:00.000-08:00

2009-10-26T14:30:00.000-07:00

derailed

2009-10-12T13:30:00.001-07:00

kieth moon is pretty cool

2009-08-11T10:53:00.000-07:00

islands again

2009-07-27T13:12:00.000-07:00

I woke up on sand
With Shells in my ears,
Leaves in my hand
Alone free of fears

I’ll hear the waves
Feathers in the air
Water filled caves
I ought not share

The salty air fills my lungs
waves surge, and flood
return like hungry tongues
my hearts full of blood

afloat like a seamen
rhythm leaves me resting
rising and falling again
A moon close to cresting

Pen island

2009-07-21T17:51:00.001-07:00

These days are days I never saw coming
Days I believed where off, over the horizon
Like a sun on the rise, storm blowing in
It’s a new day today, not is it today again
Restarting the beginning, all new to me
A change in the cycle, an open road ahead
Like the start of a river, springs early thaw
Birds first day of flight and a free life above
Alive and excited at the new possibilities
I’m ready to explore, expand and escape

2009-07-14T11:49:00.000-07:00

I’ll wake up in a forest
Up on top of a mountain
Nightly I’m on the rise
I come to rest as I awaken
Rivers and lakes always on the move
Inspires my movements, from rise to fall
Inspiration from seasons
Leaves turn green to gold
Reborn every morning
I’m cool air on the rise
From forests to deserts
Tumble weeds to trees
From the flats, hills to mountains
Where the sun climbs and drops
Between peaks and valleys
Between dreams and reality

2009-07-01T14:04:00.000-07:00

I was out in the middle of the ocean
All signs of land and mountains faded
Lost was the sight of trees in the hills
Water is swelling, sways in the breeze
I’m lost in the open, swallowed by waves
awoke to shores, longed for, for years
your breasts are hill’s, sight for sore eyes
I landed on shore and kiss the ground
never wanting to be alone in open water
I could grow old on these warm shores
Soak in fresh water, no salt in my wounds
Putting down roots, building a shanty town
A village on the rise from the ground up
Our laws, our morals govern our people

ghost stories

2009-06-30T12:53:00.000-07:00

There is a ghost in my gullet
Its up on the rise.
Floating above us
Softly its breathing
Cold breeze it exhales

the most beautiful

2009-06-15T19:19:00.000-07:00

Silky black hair’s cool soft touch

Eyes like looking into a wise old forest

An animated little nose, flares with expression

Tender pink lip’s perfectly formed with a sweeping top

A gentle subtle chin fondly frames In the rest

Neck that made to poise a wise head

Collar bones connection to be kissed

Shoulders both strong and slim

Arms armed with artistry hold me so tight

Breasts of a goddess, worshipped by my mouth

Back arched like marble aqueducts, smooth to the touch

A stomach slightly curved, midpoint of perfection

Hips that can anchor the worlds weight yet so lovely

Your gentle opening, it’s like a doorway home

The bubbles of your buttocks beckon me

Legs draw my eye, strong and beautiful

Down to small ankles, bring legs to a point

Finished by fine feet, oh the travels they have seen

wicked little spell

2009-06-03T16:59:00.000-07:00

wicked little spell of heart and sleeve
tasting, sleeping the wanting lip ache
the image, the thought wished to believe
malignant hearts tumor a doctor's to take

sleepless night never so filled with joy
the night after the warm feels so cold
raiders of insides, a mingled word ploy
swelling, the masses, knots are all told

sunshine rays replaced with cloudy rain
brown eyes dark as underground waterways
a paper heart shape here simple and plain
the sprinkles of springtime focus on days

deep water currents stir up my emotion
remembrance of well framed collections
the rain to water traps collect my devotion
scribbled note to you, full of corrections

people

2009-04-02T19:56:00.001-07:00

the animals

2009-04-02T19:04:00.000-07:00

red and blue

2009-03-24T18:19:00.000-07:00

i felt like i found god here

2009-01-27T00:59:00.000-08:00

The valley-populated by listless commerce,
Civilization guided by plastic people at the helm
Masts bending to the demands of the helpless
Why don't you want me to look out the window?
Vision blurring the exclude details of surroundings
The astounding, grandeur we are accustom to ignoring
Demeter's, the all mother, our cradle of self-undoing
We've forgotten her round face and nurturing smile
Hermes is gods messenger of markets and commerce
The tributes paid daily are tithe to his ministry

It all started changing once he led me there
Hours mounted in the mountain's challenges
With his help I found paths paved with stone
Those paved with possibility of newfound faith
Clear as the sky looming so largely overhead
Confronted with an explanation for all my questions.
The answer in the form of a fluid framework
Its folds, a broad possibility of paths to understanding.

first impressions always important with Janus
the god of good beginnings and thus good endings
breaking free of titan's shackles, up Olympus' root
Equipped with a focused guide and skepticism
I had never pictured my personal pilgrimage
A mountain of questions lay out in front of me
Not interested in available answers often offered
There are many paths up a mountain, here mine
An action that's still perfect while an idea warps
My minds playing tricks on me so I turn it off again
There must be and offering from my body now

Water always finds a path to its destination
The naiads, nymphs or creeks and brooks
Giggling as walk to my river's dry edge
Crashing chaos the water wields willingly
Wildly it splashes me while I stop to drink
Naiads of water that only sleep in winter
They nurture me on the most basic level
All that inspires my journey born from you
Only if my path is as sure as your winding way
Your cold blue eyelashes tickle the shore
Churn for me in your cold black depths

The tall dark forest rise into the sky
Shaded slopes rise steep, guiding me
Light dances gaily, forward then back
Games with the wind, from light to black
Standing with the earths strong arms
Open spaces with high hanging ceilings
Beyond the grandeur of man's cold chapels
Age old testaments to man's minute meaning
My guides pace hastens and I feel efforts honesty
The fledgling forest, orange in a setting sun
Twinkle on sweet night, the brink of night's birth
The brink of change and evolution every where
Fauna beginning a long-lived journey
Baring witness to mans fickle pace
My guide and I watch the sun die
Trees shadows grow, inflating I'm sure
I'm told it's over an hour to our newest home
Some shelter under bending branches
Evaded again, eternities cool eyes shine
Reflecting our solitude. Revolving the day
Direction and distance revise in my mind
No longer mystic magic. A number to crunch
I still hear the oak leaves, they tease me

The stars hang like a lace crown
Ariadne a goddess placed in the stars.
Extending your welcome to dewy youth
Oh how the moon's heavy breath moves
Her sighs are forever and yet broken
Reminding me of your warm arms
Shadows take on lives of their own
Dancing fires make the spirit of smoke
Artemis hold still my dewy leaves of youth
You expose me to night's revolution
Diamonds for stars, black silk for the sky
Pan's treasured forest nymph absently sways
Sleeping and walking, she dreams through the days
Movement surrounds you concluding your stay
East mountains, orange fountains, rise like the tide

How in love I was in this open emerald
Like an unfolding sky mapping possibility
Born of cast off seed and the ocean's foam
Unmatched but any mortal forms beauty
Beyond understanding or attainability
Spawn of the breath of a western wind
Vanquishing clouds and sewing magic
Floral fragrance explodes unbridled
A medley of nymph's woven splendor
Blades of grace dance with neon flowers
Wind fueling their festival sporadically
Limoniads pull the strings from silk veils
Love swells beyond my heart to my eyes
Flooded by feeling of foiled longing
Rose water tears nurture my feature
Reborn into my own brief baptism

Mountain goats dotting the steep sloped shapes
Daunting shards of the earth compressed plates
Like gaping mouths screaming to the sky above
Silence in such a dramatic underworld opening
Passages to the home of the land of the dead
Hades gold helmet hides him from mere mortals
Cold stone caves hold earth bound treasures
I feel his shadowed eyes follow my footsteps
My guide warns of the gravity of curiosity
Temptations sloped labyrinth distraction calls
Hades' embrace is not yet meant to be held
Upward is my ambition, not to be mislead
Discovery is unfolding as I push ahead

The stern rock face rises above tired spirits
Our most daunting face punishes a wandering eye
She demands complete focus in trying times
Her wrath is cold and unforgiving as walls steep
Wedged in her bosom I failed to waiver at all
All my attention fixed on her and only her.
Infidelity means the sure death to all involved
Herra in this moment you are my one and only
mind and body of mine and my guides are yours
allow me my pilgrimage as it nears a holy land
Seeing the summit as my obvious intended outcome
My straining assent eases, as you will me past
Tired legs tread this traitorous narrow victory
Doors open to a height literal and metaphorical
My environment induces ideological evolution
Natures astounding grandeur overwhelms m

Surveying a mirrored mass of infidelity
Endless cliffs dive into elevations excess
Like his regal birds marauding overview
Unfolding teal blue electric lakes exist
Our pinnacles nemesis is the heart of darkness
Holding ourselves high, drownding in light
Monumental glaciers, earth's slow evolution
Unyielding crowns gleam time's triumphs
Lightning cutting to the heart of my truth
That flash of reality extending onto my being
Humbled by the grandeur of nature's scope
The slightest glimpses into the eyes of creation
A moment of condensed majesty manifested
God was there with us, a real tangible god
Confronted with an illustration of my spiritually
All would hang from it if bound from here
Here on this peak all is calm and so clear
I spread out my arms, freed from bondage

The valley floor nothing but a memory now
Dark green forests rise around it's broad base
Emerald green fields greet fading forests
Washed rock shores hold Teal blue lakes
The glaciers cold fingers creeping onward
Surrounded by endless mountains and sky
The church of the earth infinitely before of me

a story about machines destroying the world

2009-01-27T00:58:00.000-08:00

Past and present

black machines bursting and blazing
Freight train feet flailing and falling
gyroscope balance beams keep up
pounding sounds of timed explosions
the new face of keeping the peace

rushing radio waves cast nul and void
coast town in waiting for a lull to sigh
as a crow flies your stuck in the middle
the ants on the road flee layers deep
a collection in retreat causing convulsion
walkways a mosaic of swarming society

not so far off gears grind and pistons pump
an unlit mass of tarnished black aggression
the symbol of iron fists and ice cold eyes
forgotten fortune’s foundry forged fear
in the darkened void a slow shift begins
slamming steps change the present to past
the shadows close in and people call out
heads held lower then ever under

raging infernos explode everywhere
the mountain like machine moves through
the ground is gouged deeply and scarred
rising clouds of dust add to the dullness
a wavering haze forms around the mass
bright lights burst forward clearing the way
a house of cards lay broken under foot
the northern coast spared the days rage

as the smoke swells the shadow goes east
as the tides rise the mountain settles in deep
last glimpse then its gone from sight for now
new rules turn the gears of a new evovlution
a forever altered perception of possibility .

black machines bursting and blazing
Freight train feet flailing and falling
gyroscope balance beams keep up
pounding sounds of timed explosions
the new face of keeping the peace

awakening eyes find a maze below ground
sound so empty it’s a hollow vibration
surface seems like a distant past now
setting in the shuffling begins when calm comes
people huddle around the screeching radio
hoping for a voice like a hand to clutch to
finding faith forgets frivolous facets
like the passageway blocked so is hope
god was crushed and broken they whisper
the decades feeling of invulnerability a shred
torn flags of already forgotten nations
pledges of generations like broken tablets
stone with no strength like crumpled buildings
sad songs sing silently for the south

spared another for night they sigh
a twisted wish for the exploited south beaches
a half felt wish that it was the north’s turn
the torture of survival
the waiting for the world you know to crumble
to all be in the same situation
a guilty northern dream that it all could end
never a mountain of steel to descend
for the removed suffering of a nation
I fissure opening in morality of bonds
A looming fear that never neglects you
Hanging over head like an gallows shadow
Punished in the wind that touches your neck
Dare to never celebrate but silently
Clenching your fist you whisper
You all whisper…. pound the south
Exodus yourself, satisfy yourself
Dreaming of escape through others pain

black machines bursting and blazing
Freight train feet flailing and falling
gyroscope balance beams keep up
pounding sounds of timed explosions
the new face of keeping the peace

Never satisfied
Life is suppression
Logic dictates
Evolution is beginning
Laying in wait
Time means nothing and everything
Give me more

Burning with no end but all being consumed
Rations misplaced and fear resonates
Lost humanity tempered with the untouched
A proud tall city stands unscathed
Remembrance shown as though danger fails to loom
Digest you fate, so easily fools forget
Isn’t momentary salvation enough
Must it last forever if only for you
Without failure the peace succumbs
The south begins to glow with new desperation
The momentary quiet of safety descends
Making way for the extreme of uncertainty
Like a gale forcing open a half closed door
Dying flames are reincarnated as infernos
With the return of shadow comes the gloom
You can not even pretend it does not exist
Vulnerability consumes you like the flame
South has been claimed by the sun
The north looks on quietly waiting

Busy streets with certain death looking around you
Media’s false sense of safety swallows the masses
A collective calm beyond peace times
siblings claiming their rite of passage
The food chain lay broken by mechanical mountains
Salvaging the fertile southern shores
Feasting on the twisted remains
As though both a lion and vulture
Papers reading the south will never rise again
Sweet words some how
Welcome words

Fallen and muddy, fallen wonders hang
The north…..surely the north will help
Where is The north?
They bump their glasses in homage
Hoping not for the south to be spared
For the south to satisfy the unquenchable
Gladly offered as a suitable sacrifice
For the mountains to take up roots
laying dormant once more
Surely mountains must come to rest
Clouded mountains of steaming gas and iron
Cylinders pumping valley filling voids
White hot fires burning low

black machines bursting and blazing
Freight train feet flailing and falling
the ant in its ear is its only controls
gyroscope balance beams keep up
pounding sounds of timed explosions
the new face of keeping the peace

hernan handles his bizz

2009-01-26T22:28:00.000-08:00

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2009-01-26T21:24:00.001-08:00

2009-01-26T21:16:00.000-08:00

pale moon

2009-01-26T21:12:00.001-08:00

A pale moon
Bares soft light
Bathing our apple tree
Our garden and our grove
Shadows cast long and low
Midnight ink's churning escape
Stretching out hands claiming all we see
Moonlight nights sleeping in fields
Soft songs secretly sounding off
But it was the silence we found
Amidst slow swaying leaves
Cool wind dances playfully
The lightest caress

what you got right thuuurrr

2009-01-04T19:26:00.000-08:00

trolls....RUN!

2009-01-04T19:01:00.001-08:00

DSC04369, originally uploaded by Hypocrites.

2009-01-04T18:57:00.001-08:00

jump around!

2009-01-04T18:56:00.001-08:00

jump around!, originally uploaded by Hypocrites.

fire workers

2009-01-04T18:54:00.001-08:00

fire workers, originally uploaded by Hypocrites.

off in the distance

2009-01-04T18:53:00.001-08:00

off in the distance, originally uploaded by Hypocrites.

twin peaks

2009-01-04T18:43:00.000-08:00

three deeeeezzzzz nuts!

2009-01-04T18:34:00.000-08:00

gentle men

2008-12-10T22:40:00.000-08:00

ladies

2008-12-10T16:23:00.000-08:00

picking

2008-12-10T15:07:00.000-08:00

table messies

2008-12-09T20:34:00.000-08:00

2008-12-01T14:46:00.000-08:00

do you ever?

2008-11-28T18:33:00.001-08:00

do you ever feel like what you're doing isn't working
do you ever feel?
do you ever stop feeling and just turn off and rest

do you ever forget to step and and look at your big picture
do you ever forget?
do you ever remember step away from the moment for a moment

do you ever think of trying on a new perspective in life
do you ever think?
do you ever think from outside your own minds eye

do you ever pledge to make a change for the better
do you ever pledge?
do you ever pledge to stay the same forever and ever

lets reflect
lets evolve
lets embark on the idea of a new way of being

do you ever wonder what harm self reflection could cause
do you ever wonder?
do you ever wonder what tomorrow could look like

bodies of work

2008-11-26T18:24:00.001-08:00

bodies of work, originally uploaded by Hypocrites.

poseidon

2008-11-26T18:23:00.001-08:00

poseidon, originally uploaded by Hypocrites.

unleashed by the oceans fury

skwish

2008-11-26T18:22:00.001-08:00

skwish, originally uploaded by Hypocrites.

eastern magic

2008-11-25T16:33:00.000-08:00

eastern magic
wicked little spell of heart and sleeve
tasting, sleeping the wanting lip ache
the image, the thought wished to believe
malignant hearts tumor a doctor's to take

sleepless night never so filled with joy
the night after the warm feels so cold
raiders of insides, a mingled word ploy
swelling, the masses, knots are all told

sunshine rays replaced with cloudy rain
brown eyes dark as underground waterways
a paper heart shape here simple and plain
the sprinkles of springtime focus on days

deep water currents stir up my emotion
remembrance of well framed collections
the rain to water traps collect my devotion
scribbled note to you, full of corrections

a consecutive emotionless reposed advance
this concurrent confliction of each's need
the wind in water corrodes the last chance
the hearts on your sleeve is easy to bleed

desiring completion and collapsing want
tent poles released from weight from above
circus stars past, returned us to haunt
a fear of heights, we refer to as love

pushing skyward against the weight of you
enchanted, undaunted but fearfully obtuse
distraction from numbness, the thing you do
denial, devotion some thing are of no use

tidal blood flows and aches for a spark
nutrition removal, from daily ingestion
time to climb masts to gaze at the dark
when are you ready, is the dark's question

feminized feeding to gills in my heart
echoing sediments to the bottoms they go
the nutrient the mouthful all my start
the wind comes, the sails, moving me slow

forgetful light sleepers together a hole
wrapped in the comfort, forget the lust
warming, consoling evolving their soul
forgetful nights magic gone in the gust

leaking bull

2008-11-25T16:29:00.000-08:00

leaking bull
A broad faced bull looked across the dark court yard
Wondering about his little cat out in the rain season
There was no table in sight and rain fell like waves
Crashing on cold statues and palm trees all the same
Turning he forgot this notion and looked to his feet
An inward race was on and he couldn’t keep pace
His mind was a spiral plunging downward slowly
It wasn’t the speed but the continual pace it kept
Like an ever stirring pot of water void of any drive
Pictures of stairs rising and falling in every direction
Depth was an illusion he would tell himself lightly
Half heartedly muttering while deep in contemplation
Whims he thought, purely whims of a lonely old soul
Lifted eyes scanned the courtyard for his wet partner
Picturing her curled up under some dripping overhang
Surly soaked to the bone and thinking of his warmth
The shelter they had, he thought, would draw her back
Forget the mice in the fields and the shadows that pass
Thinking of the warm glow of a hot day growing old
The passing of the light into the early dark warmth
Listening to a million collisions on a thousand leaves
Winds bullying nature of bending things to its will
Grinning he laid in his stall and drew a deep breath
So this is the end he thought with a wind whispering
A longing and tiredness swept over him without sound
The passing of the day’s events left him totally ruined
Having had his gorings and victories left him undone
He was lighter then ever, slowly slipping up and out
Out of body and mind and up against the rain’s will
A forgotten fulfillment of his last wish was laid to rest
Against the watery grain he saw the cat returning home
Shaking itself off and looking to him without reaction
Remorselessly she licked at his leaking wounds quietly
Turning upward he continued, glad for her last return.

the maiden voyage

2008-11-25T16:09:00.000-08:00

The Maiden Voyage

Creative features of the beauty of pain
Gift of grief gladly gone by the wayside
Grieving hurtfulness so ugly yet vane
Cascading ships wander along and glide
The bubbling streams of conscience flow
Boat side manner wasted on wandering
Blind explorers glad to be, nowhere to go
Stained silk hung high after laundering
My wandering eyes that are finally fixed
Wavering voices sing songs of high praise
Collaboration of joy and pain deeply mixed
Feeding on emotions getting by for days
Voyages in the vastness of a hoping heart
Gaping holes in logic and reason grinning
Despair dissipates steadily from the start
Smiles full of doubtful waterfall’s beginning
Shining teeth with growing gaps grind
Currents pull through the missing space
Twisted bodies of water glassy and wind
Lingering moments dictate life’s cruel pace
It’s driving you to the void of discontent
The winter of a steely cold liquid field
Pasts fade away leaving spirits bent
Horizon’s healing is a soul’s high yield
The forgettable misfortune lingering on
The wind and sun touch your bowed back
Warmth of every day ordinary not yet gone
sun sprouts beginning the fade from black.

winter winds

2008-11-25T16:07:00.000-08:00

Winter Winds

Crystal waters so clear and blue
Turn to white caps with gusts
Growing swells from the same
Placid surface churns together
Whispers of wind compel it
Sudden strokes raise the stride
The danger lurks in beauty
Teal turns to rippled madness
Liquid fabric folds to behold
Building momentum collects
Unleashed power from calm
Tsunami coasts breath deep
Sighing in relief and release
Age old ocean known before
Perfect patterns relapse readily
Tragic beauty laced with malice
Strokes of a lifting blue brush
Whistling winds agitate aquatics
Breaking of the storm warns
Weight of oceans wrath past
White caps pass flat as glass
Beautiful blue to teal resume
As storm clouds fail to loom
Gladly gone, good bye grief.

dream boat

2008-11-25T16:02:00.001-08:00

Like a dream

The perfect petals of my dear golden flower
The wonderful feelings you allow me to feel
Reeling mazes with a surefire path to gold
The endless awe I feel looking into your eyes
I shrink into insignificants and grow all at once
Pulses of passion penetrate me as you pass
Unknowing secrets in your quiet breathing
The warming feeling of comfortable lovers
Like a wind blowing leaves from fall trees
You cause my love to spread like open arms
Your magic garden pulls my senses endlessly
Like a healed blind man boggled by new vision
Love radiates forgotten color from your silhouette
The kindness of your healing words sooths me
Like cool medicine on a badly burned soul
Your understanding of me is hard to understand
Sweetness like a long forgotten flower’s smell
Special in the way you make me feel so special
My perfect creature I covet for myself alone
Your spirit sustains me and nurtures me totally
You own me and are the royalty of my heart
I would pledge my allegiance to the flag of you
My lover, my princess, my confidante, my everything…..

tainted purity

2008-11-25T16:00:00.001-08:00

Tainted Purity

Silken stream water from age old ice
sediment stories unfolded and retold
Rippling glimpses into past portals
Nourishing translucence of endless tale
Slightly tainted by its twisted travels
So changed from its skyward ways
Recycled and reborn in the same form
A released rebirth through untold cold
Following its path through high and low
Fate facilitates a slow return homeward
seasonal migration at the will of the sun
The mass pilgrimage to the lowest level
From our greatest need to wasted swales
Winding away where water does sway
Don’t dip and drink from tainted seas
Salty lips kiss, change and feel poisoned
Building blocks become teasing haunts
I wave goodbye to a beautiful friend
Still lovely lotion but now I’m sea sick
The sweet dream of the skies new return
A skyward quenching comes full cycle
Forgive the river for becoming the ocean
I’m heading upstream to find you pure
Untainted the way I remember you
Kneeling to your mouth I sip and sigh
This is why I remember loving you.

frozen statue

2008-11-25T15:58:00.001-08:00

Frozen Statue

A collection of dust lies at your feet
Cruelty is your broom and your cheat
No wind stirs it but it hangs in the air
Knotted thoughts seep out your hair
Plastic people’s smiles hide your soul
At a life long cost you pay your dole
Creative conjunctions can collapse
Repeated reasons returns in relapse
Riddles echo around porcelain crowns
Unlit passion useless like ghost towns
Innocent animals look up to ponder you
Wasted purity the wind blows through
You’re the statue of blue smoky glass
Overgrown in a shady field of grass
Beautiful music trapped deep inside
On a slippery slope you chose to slide
Wandering reasoning neglected god
Hiding under silk blankets on the nod
Sunlight never melting ice cold hearts
Dark muse different from how it starts
A wind never coming to clear the mist
Frozen hand forever in a clenched fist
Hazy nights looking inside your core
The sea sick sailor dreaming of shore
Busy forgetting trying not to remember
The shadow of a statue dark as December
The Escape of doves from rusty cages
In your perfect prison trapped for ages
A Smokey devil grasps your cold hand
Feet slowly covered by the rising sand
Letting go is the easiest path to choose
A beautiful statue with nothing to lose
Heavy hand always leaving its mark
Alone on the hill in the shadowy park

new world order

2008-11-25T15:45:00.000-08:00

New world order

black machines bursting and blazing
Freight train feet flailing and falling
gyroscope balance beams keep up
pounding sounds of timed explosions
the new face of keeping the peace

rushing radio waves cast nul and void
coast town in waiting for a lull to sigh
as a crow flies your stuck in the middle
the ants on the road flee layers deep
a collection in retreat causing convulsion
walkways a mosaic of swarming society

not so far off gears grind and pistons pump
an unlit mass of tarnished black aggression
the symbol of iron fists and ice cold eyes
forgotten fortunes foundry forged fear
in the darkened void a slow shift begins
slamming steps change the present to past
the shadows close in and people call out
heads held lower then ever under

raging infernos explode everywhere
the mountain like machine moves through
the ground is gouged deeply and scarred
rising clouds of dust add to the dullness
a wavering haze forms around the mass
bright lights burst forward clearing the way
a house of cards lay broken under foot
the northern coast spared the days rage

as the smoke swells the shadow goes east
as the tides rise the mountain settles in deep
last glimpse then its gone from sight for now
new rules turn the gears of a new evovlution
a forever altered perception of possibility .

black machines bursting and blazing
Freight train feet flailing and falling
gyroscope balance beams keep up
pounding sounds of timed explosions
the new face of keeping the peace

awakening eyes find a maze below ground
sound so empty its a hollow vibration
surface seems like a distant past now
setting in the shuffling begins when calm comes
people huddle around the screeching radio
hoping for a voice like a hand to clutch to
finding faith forgets frivolous facets
like the passageway blocked so is hope
god was crushed and broken they whisper
the decades feeling of invulnerability a shred
torn flags of already forgotten nations
pledges of generations like broken tablets
stone with no strength like crumpled buildings
sad songs sing silently for the south

spared another for night they sigh
a twisted wish for the exploited south beaches
a half felt wish that it was the norths turn
the torture of survival
the waiting for the world you know to crumble
to all be in the same situation
a guilty northern dream that it all could end
never a mountain of steel to descend
for the removed suffering of a nation
I fissure opening in morality of bonds
A looming fear that never neglects you
Hanging over head like an gallows shadow
Punished in the wind that touches your neck
Dare to never celebrate but silently
Clenching your fist you whisper
You all whisper. pound the south
Exodus yourself, satisfy yourself
Dreaming of escape through others pain

black machines bursting and blazing
Freight train feet flailing and falling
gyroscope balance beams keep up
pounding sounds of timed explosions
the new face of keeping the peace

Never satisfied
Life is suppression
Logic dictates
Evolution is beginning
Laying in wait
Time means nothing and everything
Give me more

Burning with no end but all being consumed
Rations misplaced and fear resonates
Lost humanity tempered with the untouched
A proud tall city stands unscathed
Remembrance shown as though danger fails to loom
Digest you fate, so easily fools forget
Isnt momentary salvation enough
Must it last forever if only for you
Without failure the peace succumbs
The south begins to glow with new desperation
The momentary quiet of safety descends
Making way for the extreme of uncertainty
Like a gale forcing open a half closed door
Dying flames are reincarnated as infernos
With the return of shadow comes the gloom
You can not even pretend it does not exist
Vulnerability consumes you like the flame
South has been claimed by the sun
The north looks on quietly waiting

Busy streets with certain death looking around you
Medias false sense of safety swallows the masses
A collective calm beyond peace times
siblings claiming their rite of passage
The food chain lay broken by mechanical mountains
Salvaging the fertile southern shores
Feasting on the twisted remains
As though both a lion and vulture
Papers reading the south will never rise again
Sweet words some how
Welcome words

Fallen and muddy, fallen wonders hang
The north..surely the north will help
Where is The north?
They bump their glasses in homage
Hoping not for the south to be spared
For the south to satisfy the unquenchable
Gladly offered as a suitable sacrifice
For the mountains to take up roots
laying dormant once more
Surely mountains must come to rest
Clouded mountains of steaming gas and iron
Cylinders pumping valley filling voids
White hot fires burning low

black machines bursting and blazing
Freight train feet flailing and falling
the ant in its ear is its only controls
gyroscope balance beams keep up
pounding sounds of timed explosions
the new face of keeping the peace

winter winds

2008-11-25T15:43:00.000-08:00

war torn

2008-11-25T15:41:00.000-08:00

war torn souls

Napalmed children in hidden caves

Forgotten causes as token reasons

Killing only for the sake of killing

Suicide pilots journals uncovered

Robotic feelings of soullessness

Forgotten foes after years pass

German veterans recalling forced orders

Pawns offered up as menial sacrifice

Meaningless life counted as numbers

Accountants of loss only seeing totals

Broken trunks of ancient family trees

Winter has come to take your leaves

Fruitless times of forgotten causes

Fighting for the sake of fightings

Age old enemies with familiar faces

No place for reason on fallen fields

Charred neighbors and broken homes

Empty arms grasp for fallen fathers

Mothers crying out for absent sons

Pure dreams down blood streams

No-one left to blame but yourself

Blinded by illusions of grandeur

Endless hunger for power

numb to loss of life

motorbike trip

2008-11-12T17:49:00.000-08:00

seasons of two hearts

2008-11-06T16:30:00.000-08:00

throw flowers on our grave
even shedding a rare tear
hold it in and just be brave
frail stitches we still fear

six feet away from the past
long quiet looks we share
hope thin thread holds fast
lay in the grass, try to care

at rest beneath still rubble
relics of ruins left to find
silence trapped in a bubble
lets leave Atlantis behind

relieved it's been laid to rest
just happy to let the grass grow
my heart is still in my chest
from the ashes signs of life show

Death is never the end but a start
energy is not created or destroyed
the cycles are big, we're a bit part
just grains in the ruins we enjoyed

as we watched our shadows grow
in the setting sun of our prime
distorting images of us, head to toe
wave to our moment, our time

gained is what growing up from below
our union continues, adjusting its form
winter is fading, spring melts the snow
reborn apart, we weathered the storm

through the looking glassesss

2008-11-03T21:14:00.000-08:00

blowing in the sky

2008-10-20T23:47:00.000-07:00

Blowing the sky

Oh the majesty of the deep blue sky

Most productive factory of amazement

It really goes on forever you thought

For an opportunity to experience

The same sky in other time zones

No sight since can really compare

You stretch out as if not watched

I turned my back for selfish reasons

Scared of the vastness your holding

Beauty beyond your inner vision

Old typed letters and stenciled birds

Mortality makes me misinterpret mystery

Wicked unbridled need for assistance

Forever doesn’t exist anymore

invest in the known

2008-10-20T23:36:00.000-07:00

It lays in rest on restless waves

Harnessed like broken horses

Fluidities willingness to crest

constants of material properties

physicality on desplay daily

proof of all we cling to today

fact till the rise of fictions fury

blurring our books to mystery

wielding new logics of knowlage

evolution of fact is a constant

perspective shifts opening avenues

trains of thought we choose and forgot

concrete trains of though collide

new paths are forged off old roads

well meaning teachers misleading

revised teachings seem clear now

revisited findings are envigorating

seeing evolving information unfold

planets as moons and facts as fiction

limit investment to the known

2008-07-22T00:36:00.000-07:00

lace sailed explorers

A high mast with lace sails

Silken fingers of winter gales

vastness to never be charted

Way back to where it started

Started on a voyage from here to there

Back to wondering how long youll fair

inside you but never in your face

Incapable of finding your place

The beauty of being blinding

shadows there for the finding

A horizon of immeasurable danger

Future looks back like a stranger

Mangled up past, of shield and sword

Remembering pleasure, oh the reward

Forgetting your path thought to be odd

Whispering song from the lips of god

Ignore your intuition, logic doesnt belong

Caution in the wind which sings your song

That glimpse into what you call out to

dreams making you rise without a clue

constellations above are a tangle

Knots of yarn, distance and angle

Reeling, you grasp for what was lost

Water and weight leaving you tossed

Struggle all you want because you must

Rising sails wanting to enslave every gust

whim of progression holding you bound

Every thing that was lost must be found

needs ignore evolution

Reverting to a solution

To not bend to the will of surrounding

Thus has been the path, the drowning

Sinking, seeing the lights hem

On the other hand ceasing them

A wicked silver thread breaks through

The Mastering of chaos that finds you

A wicker maze leading you by the bit

Bite down and mold to where you fit

settle into a thrown where you sit

Awakening to your own voice

The sleeper still has a choice

The remembrance of your constant growth

Why on your deathbed is there an oath

as sure as the water line is rising

your buoyancy seems so surprising

swallow what is and sprout from the dead

written and read has been done and said

everything has been done, why fight it

find comfort in growth from where you sit

that is your ego

you probably think this poem I about you.

It cant be, its mine mine mine

buried gold

2008-07-22T00:27:00.000-07:00

Romance is not dead its just buried deep

A thickened hide covers the sore spot

Callused hearts are unbreakable locks

Where did you get that key you wear?

How long has it hung on your neck

A guilty conscience is my copilot

Navigated by my pure bewilderment

When you whisper it sure to find me

Humming birds planting thoughts

Youll know where to find me

If I wander you will seek me out

Direction loses meaning, Im here

Im a fruit thats yours to peel away

Scared children under my hearts bed

I know youve been standing there

Watching through old cracked doors

Speed reading the book of my life

Scanning my old broken sidewalk

Weeds of insecurity on the rise

Your attentive eyes fuel their growth

Panic like a rising tide washing me

Youre the moon shifting the seas

Driving a cold wind against me

Mother Nature held in your breast

A summer rain now a spring sun

I fall through the seasons tonight

Sleeping moments like waking years

Past folly so distant in my heart

All is foreign and forever forgotten

Bondage is broken, soul soaring

Shedding all fear of the future

Peal away the pain of the present

The future finding fond feeling

Basking in your gaze Im reborn

Piercing eyes finish the story

An opening door to happiness

Light flooding in behind you

Seeing you I remember myself

Security surrounds your silhouette

Clinging to you to remember me

dream boat

2008-07-22T00:25:00.000-07:00

Dreaming of being awake again

Light shines through, giving hope

The shadows are shrinking away

I'm wishing for winds of change

I'm willing them, tired of waiting

Oceanic eyes reflecting in yours

Waves of oblivion move me

Waiting for the first sign of shore

Change comes fast in retrospect

Eliciting change is the anchor

Letting go always strikes a chord

Thinking about not thinking

Roller coasters loop in reverse

I just remembered I'm asleep

Sagittarian pirates of the Caribbean Unite

trolls

2008-07-22T00:19:00.000-07:00

trolls

Broken backed bridges

Concave enclaves exist

Humble homes of half human gnomes

Lost children circling in their final phase

Conclusions no one wants to believe

Star gazers collide

sweet morning

2008-07-13T22:37:00.001-07:00

sweet morning

Lights limited vision stretches out and yawns

Swirling mist cloaks a murky arrival

Light fights it's with it morning blankets

Trying to shake the sand from its seams

Cold shoulders catch your warm words

Thawing your milky secrets away

Washing away fragmented fears

Shattered dreams melt into black

Born from shadows are webs of hope

Lanky well wishes extend around you

Feels like home, senses relieved

Perceptions weight's lifts away

Clouds clear and release the skyline

Reborn each morning again and again

New to the view of blossoming dawn.

reflection

2008-07-13T22:35:00.001-07:00

reflection

Have you ever taken a long look inward?
A lingering gaze transcending your physical
Pondering reflection sets up shop
What is it only you see?
Are you broken and bruised
Passively satisfied at what you don't see.
Content to gaze briefly beyond shadows
How do you spell failure?
Echoing the past's downward gusts
Every weight piled on your back
Sneak away from it all and sigh
Fake a giggle and a darting glance
Shadows evaporate into memories
Help fill me up again, I'm empty
I'm ready for it to be just right
At last with no escape route
No premeditated retreat
Maybe even rising to the occasion
Elevating through internal evolution
Personal progressions formerly faked

You're not cool with one and a half pants
Have you ever just stared off at night?
Not wondering about any one thing
Trying to digest it all at once
That solitude of post meditation
Not focusing on focusing on not focusing
Righteousness doesn't pay
I wish it did

We both know
More of a feeling then a fact
Strapping ourselves in for the ride
Flirting with disaster gladly
This is close enough
Just keep sharing with me
Mean what you say
Just be you and let me watch

Here's a little something I jotted down
Incase I spotted you around

Sad fingers weep out words
Dangerous dreams I'm avoiding
All I want is your trust
Your sweet faith
…. I think I have it
Already
Some people never get there
Once long ago I was so there
So sure
So what!
It died out from under me
As much my fault as anyone
Find the best in your worst

Can faults be a virtue?
Mistakes for all the right reasons
Good intensions birth nightmares
Awkward moments of insecurity
You're so unhappy and angry
Be civil.

Can I have a minute to explain?
I live for the moment mostly
Consumed by excess
I like get wasted
I'm not running away
I'm running toward
always even keeled
trying to letting go
Just for tonight,
forgetting my future.

private curtain

2008-07-13T22:33:00.000-07:00

private curtain

I had a dream about it last night
No one was around and I was going crazy
It never feels this good awake
Awake I'm always anxious to let loose
I could walk all night doing it
To think of the places it takes me is weird
Meeting people who love it like I do
Consumed by the drive to do more
When I can't sleep late at night it's the cure
Even a quick fix in daily life is nice
Planning out my next chance to do it
Even empty handed its constantly there
I love seeing it in the middle of the day
Loving to learn about people who love it

I didn't wake up without you
Basking in your grin I returned to sleep
Picturing spilled coffee finding your feet
Your excited eyes sparking to life
Remembering the rise your laugh loosens
Forged by your hands strong and true
Give me my fucking arm back
Running away is far from my mind
Pushing off and just drifting is not in the cards
You're a comfortable pillow, a place I can rest
Forest filled eyes of deep greens and brown
Our moon lit paths wind up and down
Forget not to whisper our names in the dark
Collect all the flowers before we embark
Retaining reluctance while frolicking free
I need your soft ear to hear my night calls
Alone in the ocean, lost in my thoughts
Self induced sensory deprivation.
I Lowered a curtain, me and my mind
Together at last.

broken flowers

2008-07-13T22:31:00.000-07:00

Wrinkles in folds of time
Piles of dust collected for you
Looking to the wings for wise words
Mindful ways of broken wills
You're looking to the next car
The next man you hate
His grin makes you sick
Wicked ways money makes
Collecting sin like stamps
Five dollars never hurt so badly
Scars just proved you healed
Proudly low and ousted
Thrown out like human waste
Ending up under years of soil
Spoiled by society, so it would seem
Mangled and warped left to rust
Seeing sights, mountains don't know
Riddles of personal deviation
A step away from oblivion
The Falsely Fragrant future
Lingering in family vehicles
Local heroes digging your dirt
City workers waving you down
Day starting encounters encouraged
Not disputed by reason and moral
Defy public opinion and just take
Harvest wanted wills and souls
Never remembering basic rights
Reasonable treatment of life
Dearness of early dreariness
Expectations fly out open windows
The lost grasp on will's willingness

for the gods and the erff

2008-07-13T22:27:00.000-07:00

thank you me

2008-07-13T22:26:00.000-07:00

thank you....me

i went out walking again
above the city lights and tunnels below
crowned by lost creatures as the same
impossible birds on lost paths to the sea
swallow the silken cloud trailing off
wilting design, a delicate mind
fire off your flares and sound your alarms
out on the water its just you
its nice to feel alone
if you know how to fold it
an impossible feather in your hair
colors you taste when you see them
i'm not alone, i've all this
my senses come along
keeping me company on this long trip
i love it when the lights go out
out walking alone
sharing with myself
thank you me

under the skies

2008-07-13T22:10:00.000-07:00

tonight we slept by a river
under the low flying cloud
nights cold making us shiver
lost in sounds crashing aloud

sounds of the ocean
feeling close and clear
repeating its motion
mountains felt so near

felt the peaks and the valleys
natures trickling fountains
away from streets and the alleys
we spoon with the mountains

clouds open up and share
waking to the sound of rain
rain soaked, feet to hair
wishing i could find the drain

tired under our tent
we made a retreat
lost where we went
drying our feet

relief from our tired whoas
a stones throw from relief
released from our wet cloths
our escape from disbelief

a brief break from adversity
warm water and soft beds
revisiting our escaped city
clean with our resting heads

we found the perfect day
we found the perfect town
remembering how to play
rising from being low down

a new day's bright sky
we have bloomed anew
no need to try to try
open sky of bright blue

magic rocks and little fish
a loud moons bold birth
finding our smiles my wish
lets live for all its worth