Stop Rebeling Against Freedom
aprox 38" by 38"
acrylic 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
It was at this Point that the Foot was Put Down
It was at this Point that the Foot was Put Downaprox 24" by 32"
acrylic 2008
How to Tear the Roof off the Sucka and 101 Other ways to Bail Out the Rich and Not so Famous
How to Tear the Roof off the Sucka and 101 Other ways to Bail Out the Rich and Not so Famous
Aprox 5' by 4'
acrylic 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Staining Finger Tips with Ink
Staining finger tips with ink
Another poem another day
Alone the daisy stands
And the rats dance by the murky waters
Rippling shadows
The willows wallow
And stale smell of the paper mills come to mind
It’s a different story from a different time
She went there to follow
He went thinking he finally got away
But then she arrived
He did all he could to stay
But finally caved
So still wondering what happened
And how she ended up in cali
She’s married now
Or at least that’s what he remembers
It’s just that so much has happened since then
So the memories blur like runny pictures
Staining finger tips with ink
Making prints all along the wall
Down that long hall
There’s a dog barking
And the cat’s in heat again
So this is the way it was recalled
And he spoke of how she was the one
The one who caused all this
The sorrow of this lonely pen
A quill with a blue feather
Tickling the bottom of his chin
It was all the laughter of a forgotten sin
Another poem another day
Alone the daisy stands
And the rats dance by the murky waters
Rippling shadows
The willows wallow
And stale smell of the paper mills come to mind
It’s a different story from a different time
She went there to follow
He went thinking he finally got away
But then she arrived
He did all he could to stay
But finally caved
So still wondering what happened
And how she ended up in cali
She’s married now
Or at least that’s what he remembers
It’s just that so much has happened since then
So the memories blur like runny pictures
Staining finger tips with ink
Making prints all along the wall
Down that long hall
There’s a dog barking
And the cat’s in heat again
So this is the way it was recalled
And he spoke of how she was the one
The one who caused all this
The sorrow of this lonely pen
A quill with a blue feather
Tickling the bottom of his chin
It was all the laughter of a forgotten sin
Spider (pure dream)
Spider (pure dream)
9-6-00
there’s a girl holding on to a sea shell
she has a dead bird in one hand
the other holds a spider in web
the spider spins endlessly
on a whim
the girl motions me over with red balloons
and the sky turns to june
convulsing the bird becomes a rose
and then she lets it go
twirls in spiral – and underneath
falls to water – petal deep – falls of Niagara - arrive at noon
under a deep crimson moon
she holds my hand – making entrance grand
opening to the church – marching in with the band
she hands me the spider – and says take care
sprouts her wings – made of tulips
and rides off – on white mare
I hold the spider – as it lays her eggs
Ten thousand or more – covered in a glaze
Hatching road – valley grove
77 buick – radio plays the mac
and the tires go flat
sunset sudden –over a rainbow waltz
she awaits me there
holding hour glass
and with snidely snicker sneer
tosses it into air
smashing mirror – shards
maze to door way frame
as I enter into – I then awake
9-6-00
there’s a girl holding on to a sea shell
she has a dead bird in one hand
the other holds a spider in web
the spider spins endlessly
on a whim
the girl motions me over with red balloons
and the sky turns to june
convulsing the bird becomes a rose
and then she lets it go
twirls in spiral – and underneath
falls to water – petal deep – falls of Niagara - arrive at noon
under a deep crimson moon
she holds my hand – making entrance grand
opening to the church – marching in with the band
she hands me the spider – and says take care
sprouts her wings – made of tulips
and rides off – on white mare
I hold the spider – as it lays her eggs
Ten thousand or more – covered in a glaze
Hatching road – valley grove
77 buick – radio plays the mac
and the tires go flat
sunset sudden –over a rainbow waltz
she awaits me there
holding hour glass
and with snidely snicker sneer
tosses it into air
smashing mirror – shards
maze to door way frame
as I enter into – I then awake
Sean
Sean 4-11-07
Are you him
Damn – well you look just like him
Right around the hey jude – album cover – photo shoot
Where’s that purple sash at
Whatever happen to the black and white grestch
Where’s your mom
Show so close to home
I thought she might show up
Her and your dad - well – well – well love
It’s nice to hear you write about love
Then the sudden – listen to what the man said
The haunting resonance of a statement
The misguided GBV reference
Alongside misconceptions – the ethos of myths
As we listen to what the man says
The young man – wearing the O’pretty bearded lady – and Costello frames
Singing about friendly fire
With melodic riffin’
The professor rippin’ - with some fripptronics
Over the steady pace – reflectively worn – in a red striped Kashmir tie
the accuracy of felt tones – keys rustling soft feather down into grove
Subtle – intricacies – like lace lines of Autumn Mist
And what was that you played
A vintage strat – with a weird headstock and an old style whammy bar
Nothing like the relic used by mr. page
and so we were all in the egg – man
goo goo ga just a goof
it is such a special place
so a thank you for your grace
Are you him
Damn – well you look just like him
Right around the hey jude – album cover – photo shoot
Where’s that purple sash at
Whatever happen to the black and white grestch
Where’s your mom
Show so close to home
I thought she might show up
Her and your dad - well – well – well love
It’s nice to hear you write about love
Then the sudden – listen to what the man said
The haunting resonance of a statement
The misguided GBV reference
Alongside misconceptions – the ethos of myths
As we listen to what the man says
The young man – wearing the O’pretty bearded lady – and Costello frames
Singing about friendly fire
With melodic riffin’
The professor rippin’ - with some fripptronics
Over the steady pace – reflectively worn – in a red striped Kashmir tie
the accuracy of felt tones – keys rustling soft feather down into grove
Subtle – intricacies – like lace lines of Autumn Mist
And what was that you played
A vintage strat – with a weird headstock and an old style whammy bar
Nothing like the relic used by mr. page
and so we were all in the egg – man
goo goo ga just a goof
it is such a special place
so a thank you for your grace
prescription
prescription
I've been searching
discount chain stores
and cut out bins
out of date product
down supermarket aisles
along road construction four miles
these eyes surveying
what they've seen and haven't found
always refocusing on what's not around
I've been in and out of the house
watched as my cat chases a mouse
and realizing it's all for none and none for all
I've sifted through sand and sky
searched straight and high
for something I haven't found
went for rides on merry go rounds
listened closely for secret sounds
after and before the kiss on the lips of devotion
but it wasn't in that emotion
I've always answered false or D - non of the above
I thought it was buried right beside love
and it just rotted away
thought I saw in the smile of a girl in the park
or in the actions of a father and son playing catch
just before dark
or by the warmth of a dog
and the enthusiasm of his bark
I've searched at the bottom of the bottle
played and lost at lotto
thought I heard in a vocal of Lennon
but it was still an out take then
I sound cynical I know
but then I thought how technology is so grand
and sooner or later find it in pill form
take two and call me in the morning
I found hope in an over the counter drug
I've been searching
discount chain stores
and cut out bins
out of date product
down supermarket aisles
along road construction four miles
these eyes surveying
what they've seen and haven't found
always refocusing on what's not around
I've been in and out of the house
watched as my cat chases a mouse
and realizing it's all for none and none for all
I've sifted through sand and sky
searched straight and high
for something I haven't found
went for rides on merry go rounds
listened closely for secret sounds
after and before the kiss on the lips of devotion
but it wasn't in that emotion
I've always answered false or D - non of the above
I thought it was buried right beside love
and it just rotted away
thought I saw in the smile of a girl in the park
or in the actions of a father and son playing catch
just before dark
or by the warmth of a dog
and the enthusiasm of his bark
I've searched at the bottom of the bottle
played and lost at lotto
thought I heard in a vocal of Lennon
but it was still an out take then
I sound cynical I know
but then I thought how technology is so grand
and sooner or later find it in pill form
take two and call me in the morning
I found hope in an over the counter drug
Postcards
postcards
postcards of waterfalls
and thoughts of what's on your mind
in your heart and eyes
maybe long beach walks as I long to talk
about things said and done
but most of all just to have some fun
over these growing echo's and the never letting go
of language and knowledge
there's fruit salad and evening glare
but it must have been lonely there
sand toe's and garden hoe's
yeah - back here it's all k-mart and party favors
and all and all I know I won't see you later
I miss you
sunrise and ocean tides
wave breaks and surf aches
phosphorous glowing sea weeds
back here it's all snow blowing and weed
staring up at rainbow magnets over redwood trees
makes me think of things
like waterfalls someday
postcards of waterfalls
and thoughts of what's on your mind
in your heart and eyes
maybe long beach walks as I long to talk
about things said and done
but most of all just to have some fun
over these growing echo's and the never letting go
of language and knowledge
there's fruit salad and evening glare
but it must have been lonely there
sand toe's and garden hoe's
yeah - back here it's all k-mart and party favors
and all and all I know I won't see you later
I miss you
sunrise and ocean tides
wave breaks and surf aches
phosphorous glowing sea weeds
back here it's all snow blowing and weed
staring up at rainbow magnets over redwood trees
makes me think of things
like waterfalls someday
The world does move on a woman’s hips
The world does move on a woman’s hips
The restrictions we put on our selves
These tender little hooks we hang ourselves from
Lost in the trance – of your swaying hips
And the quick glance – cut of tongue
through her lips – feeling enhanced
how I wish for tomorrows sorrows to be all gone
how I long for this emptiness to be all wrong
Why is it always like it is
how It is - always like it is
always like it is - how it is in that song
Cause I look at your pants and I need
this rush of blood - to get out of my head – can’t get you out of my head
rupture release the quick one – while they’re away
And no I’m not ok – and yes you wear me out
One look at you – and I know what the answers are
What the answers
What the answers are all about
I know now without any doubt
That the world moves on a woman’s hips
And she holds all the cards
So clever with her tricks
how to set the sun
put my mind at ease
and send me adrift
there is no doubt
the world moves on a woman’s hips
and those tiny promises – held so close to one’s chest
with their pithy – antics and magnified semantics
the admiration of keeping honest secrets of the accused
forgetting a kiss is just a kiss and a lie just there to amuse
in moments like these – I mean in the end - someone always has to cry
someone’s always left used
Ohh now – how I wish for tomorrows sorrows to be gone
Ohh now – how I long for this emptiness to be wrong
The restrictions we put on our selves
These tender little hooks we hang ourselves from
Lost in the trance – of your swaying hips
And the quick glance – cut of tongue
through her lips – feeling enhanced
how I wish for tomorrows sorrows to be all gone
how I long for this emptiness to be all wrong
Why is it always like it is
how It is - always like it is
always like it is - how it is in that song
Cause I look at your pants and I need
this rush of blood - to get out of my head – can’t get you out of my head
rupture release the quick one – while they’re away
And no I’m not ok – and yes you wear me out
One look at you – and I know what the answers are
What the answers
What the answers are all about
I know now without any doubt
That the world moves on a woman’s hips
And she holds all the cards
So clever with her tricks
how to set the sun
put my mind at ease
and send me adrift
there is no doubt
the world moves on a woman’s hips
and those tiny promises – held so close to one’s chest
with their pithy – antics and magnified semantics
the admiration of keeping honest secrets of the accused
forgetting a kiss is just a kiss and a lie just there to amuse
in moments like these – I mean in the end - someone always has to cry
someone’s always left used
Ohh now – how I wish for tomorrows sorrows to be gone
Ohh now – how I long for this emptiness to be wrong
The Sexual Revolution Will Be Televisied
The Sexual Revolution Will Be Televisied
4-30-99
The Sexual Revolution Will Be Televisied
as blow winds meander
the moon into position
over a poison - protection - potion
for a dreamer's trump card
for a wish diver into deep shallow water
then climb out
by means of the steep of perpetual change
loosely rattling these chains
like hand cuff no shame
we are repression made
cautiously awaiting y2k
to bring back my baby
plastic made - rubber stained
god dam the shame
we fall into - instant comfort zones
of the sweet square sugar sugar candy cane
lame to the bone
i am not on loan
though sometimes i moan and groan
not to be alone - er -grrr
as i am happy
like gilmour - over waters - mason wall - who was wright
into a slow replay
here what i say
mean low down dirty shame
but i need to get laid
can't refuse the blame
of some media staged - re- arranged
play - gain - give - away
god dam the shame - blame
i'm ozzing - losing - goo - galing -lame
in this sane game
The Sexual Revolution Will Be Televisied
this poem is an im-plicity tantric metaphor
4-30-99
The Sexual Revolution Will Be Televisied
as blow winds meander
the moon into position
over a poison - protection - potion
for a dreamer's trump card
for a wish diver into deep shallow water
then climb out
by means of the steep of perpetual change
loosely rattling these chains
like hand cuff no shame
we are repression made
cautiously awaiting y2k
to bring back my baby
plastic made - rubber stained
god dam the shame
we fall into - instant comfort zones
of the sweet square sugar sugar candy cane
lame to the bone
i am not on loan
though sometimes i moan and groan
not to be alone - er -grrr
as i am happy
like gilmour - over waters - mason wall - who was wright
into a slow replay
here what i say
mean low down dirty shame
but i need to get laid
can't refuse the blame
of some media staged - re- arranged
play - gain - give - away
god dam the shame - blame
i'm ozzing - losing - goo - galing -lame
in this sane game
The Sexual Revolution Will Be Televisied
this poem is an im-plicity tantric metaphor
the black saint and the sinner lady
the black saint and the sinner lady
these mad men running the race to extinction
a virus growing population main stream sensation
they we're always advancing multiplying manipulating
word games into temptation over no fly zone waves
telegraphic Tele nebaka Jesus somebody save me
and stop this mad man from rambling
all about Afro - play dough -NFL - gameday
always back to the game - back after these messages
or to cut in to show Heidi some mad man rambling
screeching black board jungles
can't say toucan Sam I am green eggs and then slam
they tell you to think but don't think for yourself
just listen to the mad man rambling
on a tangent of ornette free jazz
all that jazz and then paziz you've been had
only a thin gossamer curtain made you think you
were certain but it was just someone else Mc flirtin
a spring scarlet led in hand by hand by some mad man rambling
a schizophrenic cat a mad hatter and his hat
or a chess size her cat named ca purr na kiss
owned by a silly man with a silly grin
who sat under a cold willow tree
an old man rambling
scrambling eggs a la carte
par la vous Francis Mardi Gras
where's the car the van the nice white jacket man
to take this mad man rambling to a padded cell
decorated by Martha Stewart
soft pink white sky blue
and duck ducks goose down padding but of course
hey wake up - I got something to say
these mad men running the race to extinction
a virus growing population main stream sensation
they we're always advancing multiplying manipulating
word games into temptation over no fly zone waves
telegraphic Tele nebaka Jesus somebody save me
and stop this mad man from rambling
all about Afro - play dough -NFL - gameday
always back to the game - back after these messages
or to cut in to show Heidi some mad man rambling
screeching black board jungles
can't say toucan Sam I am green eggs and then slam
they tell you to think but don't think for yourself
just listen to the mad man rambling
on a tangent of ornette free jazz
all that jazz and then paziz you've been had
only a thin gossamer curtain made you think you
were certain but it was just someone else Mc flirtin
a spring scarlet led in hand by hand by some mad man rambling
a schizophrenic cat a mad hatter and his hat
or a chess size her cat named ca purr na kiss
owned by a silly man with a silly grin
who sat under a cold willow tree
an old man rambling
scrambling eggs a la carte
par la vous Francis Mardi Gras
where's the car the van the nice white jacket man
to take this mad man rambling to a padded cell
decorated by Martha Stewart
soft pink white sky blue
and duck ducks goose down padding but of course
hey wake up - I got something to say
sunshine yields divinity
sunshine yields divinity
sunshine yields divinity - on the inspiring wind
over the dew mist bliss - of morning din
it’s prism – a fractal display
falling on the curve of your cheek
invoking the myth - of love - to be weak
shaking walls – down to a thin powder
realizing the power - of lips kissing feet
this ethereal embracing causing a magnificent heat
our bodies – pulse with passion
under a dancing moon - fleshing out night
escaping the web of time – with it’s fading light
as I dream of you – under a starry sky
and the sand funnels through my hands
with a purpose – a vision of fate
for sunshine yields divinity
and a growing determination to win
sunshine yields divinity - on the inspiring wind
over the dew mist bliss - of morning din
it’s prism – a fractal display
falling on the curve of your cheek
invoking the myth - of love - to be weak
shaking walls – down to a thin powder
realizing the power - of lips kissing feet
this ethereal embracing causing a magnificent heat
our bodies – pulse with passion
under a dancing moon - fleshing out night
escaping the web of time – with it’s fading light
as I dream of you – under a starry sky
and the sand funnels through my hands
with a purpose – a vision of fate
for sunshine yields divinity
and a growing determination to win
Point upon point
Point upon point
11-30-00
silence that rings in my ears
like a device triggering gears
moving – turning point upon point
Releasing spears
Cascading through canals
to hit upon bone – oh that sound
the dull knife wound of heart
that fell upon a joke
in a clover field
crashing melody
why not then this to fall upon me
laying wounded in the aftermath
of her pheromones trap
these eyes do gaze upon the wish
the spell so silently set a drift
Weaving through faerie dust
moments flickering
longing for a touch
from lips that speak such magic
this scent hits nose on head
causing a sudden rush
causing innocent to flirt
oh pheromone travel with speed
chasing down wet dreams
making them leave in such agony
they might even scream
and she sits spinning web
this the pheromone queen
11-30-00
silence that rings in my ears
like a device triggering gears
moving – turning point upon point
Releasing spears
Cascading through canals
to hit upon bone – oh that sound
the dull knife wound of heart
that fell upon a joke
in a clover field
crashing melody
why not then this to fall upon me
laying wounded in the aftermath
of her pheromones trap
these eyes do gaze upon the wish
the spell so silently set a drift
Weaving through faerie dust
moments flickering
longing for a touch
from lips that speak such magic
this scent hits nose on head
causing a sudden rush
causing innocent to flirt
oh pheromone travel with speed
chasing down wet dreams
making them leave in such agony
they might even scream
and she sits spinning web
this the pheromone queen
babblings in the confessional part 1
babblings in the confessional part 1
why should I lie
and hold back contempt
to release a vengeance inside
that becomes hate
then I am deserving of this lack of security
deserving of this self loath
deserving of this contained rage
deserving of this fate
then to awake to a new morning only to ask
did anyone tell the truth
did anyone feed the cat
did anyone want to love me
ha - imagine that
well I'm so tired of sex
I've been fucked over so many times
not once did I fell complete
just left alone to compete
in this lonely redundant world
so I enter a new realm
innocent laying in bed
as midnight sweat leaves my head
I fight and struggle then give in
these covers continue my sin
searching for this reality to end
then to a screaming vow
I hate you
but don't mean it
I love you
and can't believe it
this is the non - sense
I talk over and over again
I need a gun
a shot gun at that
end this misery
so you can watch it on TV
no I'll wish on a lash
some more childhood myth
that never lasts
followed with a crash
as I cash in on you
and you so full of shit
how can you stand yourself
how can you stand to kill
how can you stand to breathe
and I wish upon you life
death would be too easy
how I long for an instant
of pure and true thought
how I long to be able to care
in this world of hate
it's this wit
to the wind I spit
and as to truth
mother father
give rebirth to me
there will be no more
soul torture lie
I believe in love
I cry
the blues are too easy
and this my oath
to nothing I'll succeed
and in the end enter that guilty plea
as you continue to talk
cough up blood
that black soot inside
and wonder why
this is the way in the out
can't stand it anymore
no longer to point
as headlines read
another life another death
and what is worse
I can't change the course
I need - I want
to explode
to give into society rule
be the babbling fool
only when you mindless sheep
take up your own quill
write up your own will
for the end is near
the end is here
it's waiting for a new drug
in Times Square
why should I lie
and hold back contempt
to release a vengeance inside
that becomes hate
then I am deserving of this lack of security
deserving of this self loath
deserving of this contained rage
deserving of this fate
then to awake to a new morning only to ask
did anyone tell the truth
did anyone feed the cat
did anyone want to love me
ha - imagine that
well I'm so tired of sex
I've been fucked over so many times
not once did I fell complete
just left alone to compete
in this lonely redundant world
so I enter a new realm
innocent laying in bed
as midnight sweat leaves my head
I fight and struggle then give in
these covers continue my sin
searching for this reality to end
then to a screaming vow
I hate you
but don't mean it
I love you
and can't believe it
this is the non - sense
I talk over and over again
I need a gun
a shot gun at that
end this misery
so you can watch it on TV
no I'll wish on a lash
some more childhood myth
that never lasts
followed with a crash
as I cash in on you
and you so full of shit
how can you stand yourself
how can you stand to kill
how can you stand to breathe
and I wish upon you life
death would be too easy
how I long for an instant
of pure and true thought
how I long to be able to care
in this world of hate
it's this wit
to the wind I spit
and as to truth
mother father
give rebirth to me
there will be no more
soul torture lie
I believe in love
I cry
the blues are too easy
and this my oath
to nothing I'll succeed
and in the end enter that guilty plea
as you continue to talk
cough up blood
that black soot inside
and wonder why
this is the way in the out
can't stand it anymore
no longer to point
as headlines read
another life another death
and what is worse
I can't change the course
I need - I want
to explode
to give into society rule
be the babbling fool
only when you mindless sheep
take up your own quill
write up your own will
for the end is near
the end is here
it's waiting for a new drug
in Times Square
Monday, November 17, 2008
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