should i give in,
just because it would make me feel better?
should i forge on,
though shoulders have boulders
and i could be light as a feather.
who would i be if i betrayed me?
and believed what made me feel good,
in spite of hypocrisy.
life used to seem about love,
but now it reminds me of dirt.
i used to have reasons,
but now i just have hurt.
it all seems like a game
AND I WONT PLAY.
and i want to believe that I'll see loved ones again
after we've all moved on, and are playing new hands
but i just can't believe in a concept of man
of life created free will and unmanned,
but required to stick to a master plan...
cannot believe in what you call Him.
12.04.2010
11.11.2010
11.10.2010
11.09.2010
too much god
too much god
in the air
i'm not scared
skin is red again and
peeling from your touch and
reeling from ozone but
your touch could be cancerous
thirsty lying here
i begin to crack and pus
it flows from every cut
in the air
i'm not scared
skin is red again and
peeling from your touch and
reeling from ozone but
your touch could be cancerous
thirsty lying here
i begin to crack and pus
it flows from every cut
11.04.2010
navajo sunlight breakfast
the city reminds me this morning
of a golden egg from the gods
scrambled still awake and starving
navajo sunlight breakfast
and i'm stuffing my face
Venus and Demeter
making love in the sky
after Dionysos
helped me through the night
8 hours un-showered and mourning
of a time i have to go back
but for now i breathe flint and stone
no place is required of me
no cell no chains i am free
Venus and Demeter
making love in the sky
after Dionysos
helped me through the night
of a golden egg from the gods
scrambled still awake and starving
navajo sunlight breakfast
and i'm stuffing my face
Venus and Demeter
making love in the sky
after Dionysos
helped me through the night
8 hours un-showered and mourning
of a time i have to go back
but for now i breathe flint and stone
no place is required of me
no cell no chains i am free
Venus and Demeter
making love in the sky
after Dionysos
helped me through the night
magnificent mom
nurturing then violent
it's you in the end
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this is a haiku i came up with. to me it's about nature, and supposed to mean that regardless of what we do while we're here on earth, nature was here before us and will be here after us. We may destroy the nature that allows us to live on Earth, but nature at it's most violent would destroy us all.
nurturing then violent
it's you in the end
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this is a haiku i came up with. to me it's about nature, and supposed to mean that regardless of what we do while we're here on earth, nature was here before us and will be here after us. We may destroy the nature that allows us to live on Earth, but nature at it's most violent would destroy us all.
10.27.2010
maggots on our love
you know, i dont mind....the maggots on our love
with all expectations left in the kitchen sink
we could have cleaned the dishes together
after all...i didn't mind cooking dinner
don't deny that it wasn't what you wanted
you'd have been just as happy with fucking fast food french fries.
well that's what you'll get
with those other whores.
i'll stay here where i'm happy,
i won't bother you anymore.
and the flies we've bred will die before i've cried.
hope you're happy. goodbye.
with all expectations left in the kitchen sink
we could have cleaned the dishes together
after all...i didn't mind cooking dinner
don't deny that it wasn't what you wanted
you'd have been just as happy with fucking fast food french fries.
well that's what you'll get
with those other whores.
i'll stay here where i'm happy,
i won't bother you anymore.
and the flies we've bred will die before i've cried.
hope you're happy. goodbye.
human
hands...i am the master of beasts
under god....supposedly
my fate, more important than yours
anyone, dare to contest?
no. for my hands become fists.
under god....supposedly
my fate, more important than yours
anyone, dare to contest?
no. for my hands become fists.
10.25.2010
gold, when she opens her mouth
she opens her mouth...
i stare in awe, as gold stumbles out
the sun roars through drizzling rain
all pain melts away
and i laugh so hard my insides hurt
a mistress midas that i can't touch
the winds of
my days take me... away
as i get farther
gold turns to grey
lioness
could I ever be your Androcles?
i stare in awe, as gold stumbles out
the sun roars through drizzling rain
all pain melts away
and i laugh so hard my insides hurt
a mistress midas that i can't touch
the winds of
my days take me... away
as i get farther
gold turns to grey
lioness
could I ever be your Androcles?
New Portraits!
This photo was not taken using the multiple exposure technique.
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I'm trying to make the portraits more unique by using multiple exposure. For these I took a roll of 200 film using fall as my subject. I underexposed by 1 stop for most of the roll. Then I reloaded the camera and shot the portraits of the children.
10.19.2010
beautiful bulldozer brain (10.14.10)
i haven't been the same
since you got ahold of me
with your bulldozer brain
and your medicine mouth
you've plowed a path
straight through the shit
and your words in my head
i can't get them out.
i won't say that i fucked up
and i can take a hit
but when i hear certain songs
the thought of you fills my chest
and i think of the times when we got along
you set the standard for the rest.
i havent been the same
since you killed me with your kiss
i never really gave a grateful gaze
and honestly it wasn't all bliss
but you plowed a path
straight through the shit
and into my heart
I'd swear it was art
beautiful bulldozer brain.
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I still plan on making designs for these written pieces, but as of now circumstances are limiting the ways I can communicate digitally.
since you got ahold of me
with your bulldozer brain
and your medicine mouth
you've plowed a path
straight through the shit
and your words in my head
i can't get them out.
i won't say that i fucked up
and i can take a hit
but when i hear certain songs
the thought of you fills my chest
and i think of the times when we got along
you set the standard for the rest.
i havent been the same
since you killed me with your kiss
i never really gave a grateful gaze
and honestly it wasn't all bliss
but you plowed a path
straight through the shit
and into my heart
I'd swear it was art
beautiful bulldozer brain.
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I still plan on making designs for these written pieces, but as of now circumstances are limiting the ways I can communicate digitally.
9.27.2010
9.23.2010
sin sacrificio
velvet machine...
at it again,
stomach tightening,
and is found
feasting on man
clean.
razor sharp teeth
you use,
to sink into me
it's positively captivating
flesh you tear apart
at home.
exposing my...bones
you flash me a smile
we have sex while you eat,
strip the bones of my meat.
you don't dare to look
into my eyes
you're starving
and don't need to see tears
I, sacrifice me
so that, you don't have to be
alone And hungry
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this is something I wrote that I want to work out a design for.
at it again,
stomach tightening,
and is found
feasting on man
clean.
razor sharp teeth
you use,
to sink into me
it's positively captivating
flesh you tear apart
at home.
exposing my...bones
you flash me a smile
we have sex while you eat,
strip the bones of my meat.
you don't dare to look
into my eyes
you're starving
and don't need to see tears
I, sacrifice me
so that, you don't have to be
alone And hungry
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this is something I wrote that I want to work out a design for.
7.17.2010
7.16.2010
6.30.2010
6.25.2010
By day & by night
My camera doesn't allow me to do multiple exposures for some strange reason. This is just 2 photos put together in photoshop.
6.23.2010
Disease
Agoraphobics Anonymous,
we've never had the luxury of
fancy diseases before
sleeping on the floor
makes me feel a little more...
HUMAN
punishing myself
for my mistakes
got a disease. what do you call it?
6.16.2010
the water bearer
This is unfinished. There is still a lot that I want to do, but I like the direction it's headed in.
6.09.2010
6.07.2010
6.02.2010
5.25.2010
5.19.2010
5.17.2010
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