Venom and Lust

am·u·nition

2012-01-25T11:56:00.000-05:00

NO SOPA

2012-01-18T13:40:00.000-05:00

In support of all the things we may never be able to see/hear/experience/study/think about/consider/etc via the net again... and in protest of censorship... the ultimate outcast rebellion anthem:

(If this song offends you, I promise you have no idea what this song is really about... Consider yourself clueless.)

Do you give as much energy to your dreams as you do to your fears?

2011-10-30T12:35:00.000-04:00

What Lies Ahead

2011-10-29T02:32:00.000-04:00

e.e. knows...

2011-10-28T22:08:00.000-04:00

when my heart
sang between your perfect
breasts

darkness and beauty of stars
was on my mouth petals danced
against my eyes
and down

the singing reaches of
my soul

* this an except from the poem 'if i believe' by e.e. cummings

Tony Is In Town

2011-10-28T18:15:00.000-04:00

An Almost Made Up Poem by Charles Bukowski

2011-10-27T20:27:00.000-04:00

I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’ all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I’ not jealous
because we’ never met. we got close once in
New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never
touched. so you went with the famous and wrote
about the famous, and, of course, what you found out
is that the famous are worried about
their fame –– not the beautiful young girl in bed
with them, who gives them that, and then awakens
in the morning to write upper case poems about
ANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, they’ told
us, but listening to you I wasn’ sure. maybe
it was the upper case. you were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, “ her, print her, she’ mad but she’
magic. there’ no lie in her fire.” I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’ happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didn’ help. you said
you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying
bench every night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never
heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you or you
to me. it was best like this.

That's How I Roll

2011-10-23T00:43:00.003-04:00

The Offerings Of A Bookshelf In An Abandoned Room

2011-10-23T00:42:00.000-04:00

Vote for "Those Limber Lips of Summer's Edge"

2011-10-10T14:11:00.000-04:00

Click here to vote for my poem!

I entered my poem entitled "Those Limber Lip's of Summer's Edge" in a contest through the World Poetry Movement's website. Please click the link above to read and rate my poem... and oh, I may win some money too, so just do it!

Those Limber Lips of Summer's Edge

2011-10-06T04:34:00.000-04:00

My friend, Joe Gardner

2011-10-06T00:18:00.000-04:00

One of the most talented artists I have ever had the pleasure of knowing...

Visit Joe's Website: www.expressedfreedom.com

Christine

2011-10-04T01:20:00.002-04:00

Pulpy

2011-10-04T01:18:00.000-04:00

UFB

2011-10-04T01:16:00.001-04:00

Wildflower Bouquet

2011-10-04T01:02:00.002-04:00

Sunset At The Office

2011-10-03T23:43:00.001-04:00

Russell Lucas - The Great Escape

2011-03-17T18:29:00.002-04:00

This is my cousin playing one of his songs that I love.

Bill's Place

2011-03-16T21:35:00.003-04:00

Donna Onassis

2011-03-16T16:05:00.002-04:00

Heaven's Door

2011-03-14T23:26:00.005-04:00

Juke

2011-03-12T16:12:00.004-05:00

Uncle Nick

2011-03-12T13:42:00.004-05:00

a portrait by my niece

August Wilson - 'Poem for my grandfather'

2011-02-13T19:54:00.000-05:00

Tesa

2010-12-25T00:12:00.002-05:00

Way Back When

2010-12-11T12:17:00.020-05:00

LINGERING FOOL

2010-12-08T20:28:00.004-05:00

Nothing I can do
I have said it all
Nothing has changed a thing

Nothing left to feel
It's been here before
Haunting all the good parts of me

The sting of bitter love
The shame of wanting me
I may feel this way forever

Wither

2010-11-10T21:46:00.006-05:00

-
I just felt it

a little more

I keep fighting the truth of what I know.

Hopeless
I am

A hopeless nag

Knowing can be the cruelest of all conditions
It can murder
your soul

I can feel the pulse of my hope
as is jerks and fades
and turns into nothing

Jagged truth
has no soul.

11-30-10

2010-11-10T21:15:00.002-05:00

Eve & Lucifer Redux

2010-11-10T20:11:00.006-05:00

photo by Nichole Meadows

The Beauty of the Mountains

2010-10-11T14:50:00.002-04:00

Sunset On Beauty Mountain

2010-10-11T14:37:00.002-04:00

Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me

2010-10-07T01:10:00.000-04:00

Breakfast With My Sister

2010-10-07T01:08:00.000-04:00

BLAAAAAAAAAA!!!

2010-10-07T01:06:00.002-04:00

A Quick Jotted Thought (Crystalline Pains Snag Memory Lane)

2010-09-26T22:58:00.001-04:00

I remember you when your were not so cute
And the boys didn’t call as much as they do now
And the beer was there but you weren’t allowed
So don’t act like you were never

I knew you when smoke breaks were secret
And the punch wasn’t spiked
At least not at first

When our bodies were lucid
and fluid and fumbling through questions

Someone could be fooled by you
I’m glad it’s not me
I wanna know you just like this
The way I do
The way you are
As far as I know you
Cause it’s a great part
That I get know
And I pity those more fond of their lesser versions of you
The journey has been half the fun

But I’ll give you this…

You are something so lovely
A sight to behold
Don’t worry ‘bout all of that before
It only ads to the truth of you
And the glow of you now
You’re here in the moment
Be proud

Doppelwëezer

2010-09-26T19:19:00.001-04:00

ODE TO A GIRL I NEVER REALLY KNEW AT ALL

2010-09-26T18:36:00.006-04:00

She is the sun in my eyes

hard to look at for too long

a beauty adored then gone

but her mark stays singed

in my sight, even after dark

appears, like an almighty burning

ghost, that just won’t stop

stinging.

She is the dread and the hope

of my once living love.

The Temple Of Shirley

2010-09-26T18:28:00.006-04:00

NOLA GIRL

2010-09-18T22:06:00.000-04:00

“Cheers to love and life… and red shoes.”
- Shawna Atkins

My anchor leg baby
Put on your red shoes
Move a little closer to me

We can fight the morning rust
Draw the world into dust
Hang the colors high and low
Punch and bleed and thrust

Little painter
Nola girl
River bathed love

We can see the birds in flight
Resurrected from the night
Soaring through the graves of our
Hearts stitched raw and tight

Moon dweller
Star child
Dream one time for me

I long to see the scar the lives
Through the war that ever is
Ripping through the take and gives
Past post emery

There’s a place where love is real

We see it when we start to peel
Our heads out of the metal fields
With hands that crave
A cunning zeal

But you’re miles from the man of me

Gripping through the fantasy
Far as my eyes can see
From the present boundary

Candid Camera

2010-09-18T15:05:00.000-04:00

D-Wayne & One-L

2010-09-18T14:35:00.001-04:00

Cory

2010-09-18T14:13:00.000-04:00

Dancin' Fool

2010-09-18T11:06:00.002-04:00

Baring Her Naked Sole

2010-09-15T01:03:00.005-04:00

Get Your Own Bag!

2010-09-15T00:41:00.004-04:00

Oasis

2010-09-12T13:12:00.001-04:00

Joey D

2010-09-12T13:05:00.001-04:00

My Two Favorite Drinksmiths

2010-09-12T12:56:00.004-04:00

Ms. Joy

2010-09-12T12:49:00.000-04:00

REBIRTH

2010-09-07T04:03:00.002-04:00

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

2010-09-07T02:35:00.004-04:00

Serenery

2010-09-06T18:01:00.002-04:00

I

2010-09-06T16:58:00.001-04:00

A Full Supply of Shy

2010-09-06T16:16:00.002-04:00

Untitled 483

2010-09-06T04:48:00.002-04:00

As Is Life

2010-09-05T19:24:00.003-04:00

(Originally published by Hillbilly Mag: The Cross Pollination, September 5, 2010.)

http://hillbillymag3.wordpress.com/2010/09/05/as-is-life/

Kim

2010-08-28T19:40:00.001-04:00

The Divine Grace of Summer

2010-08-28T19:21:00.003-04:00

No Love In The Club

2010-08-28T19:14:00.001-04:00

Graham Cannon

2010-08-03T20:47:00.004-04:00

(Originally published by Hillbilly Mag: The Cross Pollination, July 26, 2010.)

http://hillbillymag3.wordpress.com/2010/07/26/graham-cannon/

(I've Got The) Shock Bite Blues

2010-08-02T23:35:00.002-04:00

Self Portrait by Micheal Duncan

2010-08-02T23:28:00.001-04:00

Dinner a la Jill

2010-07-25T22:24:00.002-04:00

Rail Crossing Road

2010-07-25T21:48:00.002-04:00

Rod Stewart Reincarnate

2010-07-25T21:20:00.001-04:00

Dimebag Monroe

2010-07-25T15:24:00.004-04:00

State Wide Pump

2010-07-25T15:19:00.001-04:00

The Last Stash of Jesse James

2010-07-25T14:41:00.000-04:00

My Wasted Face

2010-07-25T03:21:00.002-04:00

Loungin'

2010-07-25T02:43:00.003-04:00

Lunch Time: Brain Food

2010-07-25T02:18:00.001-04:00

Johnny Boy the S Man

2010-07-25T01:34:00.001-04:00

Standing Outside The Door

2010-07-24T16:19:00.002-04:00

The Reg

2010-07-23T23:23:00.006-04:00

(originally published by Hillbilly Mag: The Cross Pollination, July 23, 2010)

http://hillbillymag3.wordpress.com/2010/07/24/the-reg/

*Photo by me, title by Lusher

Evidence of Our Love

2010-07-22T23:44:00.006-04:00

Dr. Drunkenstein

2010-07-22T23:29:00.005-04:00

*photo by R.L.R.

Mother Nature's Son

2010-07-22T23:23:00.003-04:00

Naughty Wood

2010-07-22T23:20:00.002-04:00

Kane

2010-07-22T22:29:00.002-04:00

A View From The Shade

2010-07-20T21:18:00.006-04:00

Pioneero

2010-07-20T21:10:00.006-04:00

(originally published by Hillbilly Mag: The Cross Pollination, July 18, 2010)

http://hillbillymag3.wordpress.com/2010/07/18/pioneero/

*Photo by me, title by Lusher

Strutter

2010-07-18T17:43:00.007-04:00

Young girls sashay
through crowded malls
sporting newly
strapped asses.

One wears a green feather
fluffed in her hat
in a warm strut
peacock proud
swaying cheek to cheek
in a wave of fine motion.

There is surely a god
that made such beauty
among all the trash
of this wicked world.

I sip raspberry tea
sweet on the tongue
thinking how much I'd love
to suck on those lips
and slide my hands into
the open places
that are usually closed.

Spider-Man

2010-07-18T01:19:00.003-04:00

Professor Jizz

2010-07-18T00:48:00.005-04:00

Laughing Mike

2010-07-18T00:33:00.015-04:00

MONROE

2010-07-18T00:17:00.006-04:00

(originally published by Hillbilly Mag: The Cross Pollination, July 18, 2010)

http://hillbillymag3.wordpress.com/2010/07/18/monroe/

Slug Poet

2010-07-16T21:24:00.027-04:00

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I want to write more
than I do or I should
say I desire to but
the words don’t come
in a way that is fluid.

Trails of ideas
passing by, smearing
stuck on the inside
glistening dry.

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2010-07-05T19:03:00.002-04:00

HARSH NOISE on the Horizon...

2010-06-06T14:26:00.011-04:00

Recently, due to a chance encounter, I was exposed to the world of NOISE . I am currently working on a experimental project that mixes NOISE and POETRY.

This is all brand new territory for me and I am very excited about the possibilities of mixing these 2 art forms.

Lately, I have been emerging myself in the world of noise and been writing some new material that I am pleased with.

Here are 2 poems I have written while under the influence of noise that may end up being used on our forthcoming collaboration:

THE SINNER REIGNS

In a world full of ugly
Shit covered corners
No where to go to be free

Scratch on the image
Scrape on the switch

Will is a prisoner
Will is alive
Will is boiling the flesh

A gagged victim crying
A skin monkey shut
A naked lie suffered and fucked

Scratch on the image
Scrape on the switch

Smoke crawling in
Blood rushing to

Hands tremble softly
Beyond the desire
Longing to subdue
The ache

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WARNING

The river is deep and rapid
The current knows no lovers
The rampage is raging for more

Come out of your comas
Your digital hives
The windows are open

One side awaits with all we have forgotten

Can you feel?
Can you feel anymore?
Can’t you feel anymore of this?

Analog babies
We had mist
Orchids and fruit off the vine

My shiny new brothers
Cut angry and hard
At the venom still tracing the vein

2010-06-05T02:33:00.003-04:00

Sleeping still
All out of dreams
Blood in the night

MINDWELLER

2010-06-05T02:27:00.004-04:00

Tripping on the Heels of a Laugh

2010-04-13T00:10:00.009-04:00

.
Stumbling through another day of yearning
Caught tripping in the pause of my stare
Drifting into laughter on the wings of a fool
Willing to be…

My joy turns inward
As if into a womb
I feel the seed of something pure within me

Bloom and swell and comfort coolly
Overcome by peaceful emotion

I become
Childlike
A jumbled mess of silence
I stop to adore and wonder

A day dreaming prince of pain
A ribbon-haired angel
And all that may never be...

I want to smile
The way she smiles
I want to be that which she dawns

SABLE

2010-02-14T16:38:00.004-05:00

REVISIONER

2009-10-20T10:29:00.006-04:00

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I need a moment
to close my eyes
to round out the edges
of these shattered used-to-be-s

Once upon a time
I knew it as truth
never a wonder to ponder

Now it’s all egg shells and broken glass
forks and knives slicing tiny pieces of
the blackened meat of our burned out hearts

All that is left to savior
is the bittersweet flavor
dripping from our friendly wounds

A DRUNKARD’S BURDEN

2009-10-20T09:56:00.004-04:00

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Your spirit

on a leash

bound

in a bottle

with no one

there to grant

your wish.

Hillbilly Mag: Stabled

2009-10-09T17:48:00.003-04:00

Things are uncertain
the whole world is on edge
close to spilling over

*continue reading*

Hillbilly Mag: Ala Tipsitty

2009-10-05T17:57:00.004-04:00

*I have to credit Lusher with the title for this one.

http://hillbillymag.wordpress.com

09/09?

2009-10-02T10:34:00.001-04:00

September gone
with nothing to say

No account of
the fallout

The storm
may form
later than usual

Harvest Flower

2009-10-02T10:16:00.006-04:00