Sunday, December 13, 2009

Warmer patterns


As snow smothers
the color from god's lips,
and devils dance
in trees made of sticks;
The past is a drafty apartment,
no soul should linger long,
winter beats on cold glass windows,
ushering bitter sweet song.
Front door offers a creaking hand,
rays of present pooling through,
unchanged habits scream for action,
still world urges you to move.
Woven into warmer patterns,
I seek shelter.
With twigs and yarn,
I build buildings without structure.
Newborn world stands tall, proud.
I climb to the top.
Lips bleed color into heaven's lids,
nourishment rains down.
This heart is the furnace,
that keeps this house warm.
love is the fuel,
that helps it burn strong.

Dedicated to Lady Golden Eagle

Pythagoris, are you secure?


Pushed into cracks,
pressed against ridges,
we echo the shapes
of our frequent surroundings.
Each of us different,
we face the dilemma:
are circles perfect
or are we?

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Feliz Navidad


So this year, instead of having a big christmas, our family is going to MEXICO on a cruise. I couldn't have thought of a better way to spend the holidays. I love traveling! Who doesn't right? It means we won't have a grande Christmas but hey I think I like it better that way. It'll be nice to actually not worry about presents and focus on family and Christ. And visiting other countries isn't half mal either. I leave in la manana for Cali home of fake tans, bleached hair, plastic surgery, and everything else that makes America great (not). Then on to Meh-he-ko! Then back next friday. I'm super pumped. I've been watching Dora and am ready to VA! Hopefully there's snow when I get back. AAARRREEEBBAAAAAAA!!!!

Friday, December 4, 2009

cows cows go away

So at the beginning of the week some farmer put nine cows in the field right next to my house. I didn't care. The field is huge and I love animals. Well one of the windows of my house is facing said field and I guess today those cows discovered their reflections. They would just stand there and stare at themselves from across my yard like some Alzheimic chess players, waiting for someone to make a move. They were all right near my house so naturally I went out to the fence to talk with them. Cows are disgusting. I couldn't even get close because of the smell. They had crap covering their behinds and sides. I guess they lay in it? They're matted and ugly and gross. I just lost some respect for the Hindu culture. Which is sad because I love their culture. I guess I should be thankful they're furtalizing the weeds neighboring my yard. Thanks cows. I'm not eating beef for a week.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

God resets the phoenix to give the ignorant a second chance


My favorite time of day is right before the sun sets. When the sky is still blue and the sun shines golden still, but the world is tinted sepia like a living memory of yesterdays. And as my mind wanders over the converging plains of time, the sun keeps it's steady pace towards the death we all look forward to, and evolves into a vibrant sunset screaming loud it's color and awe, before falling from the sky and extinguishing in some far off ocean. It's the way I wish to die and in some ways it's the way we already do...
Then sometimes I'll wonder at it's fiery parade and ponder if, just maybe, just maybe it's really an atomic explosion rushing in slow-mo, for the entertainment of some immortal audience, or perhaps paused altogether by gods gracious remote. It's funny to think how many of us wouldn't even notice, as it looms over the busy commuting highway goers and their rushing cars.
It seems there are two kinds of people in this world.
Those who are in a hurry, and those who like to go fast.

Earthly Bodies

So... I pretty sure this is the most beautiful song in the world. If you haven't already heard it then do yourself a favor and
click
click
click
on this link and stream/download it.

Pathetic Speaks Persona




Dear Vivian,
Your malfunctioning.
And I'm not sure that I still love you
as much as I used too.

Dear Bluest Whale,
Keep diving deeper deeper.
It halts no clock from ticking
and eventually you lungs will again rape the surface.

Dear Lady Golden Eagle
Stop circling my head.
Your feathers repel the tears from my third eye
and I no longer wish you to be painted into my masterpiece.

Dear new friend Reggie Leppod,
We're a pleasantly unpleasant secret.
Please unravel yourself before us until our film is overexposed
so our nero-chambers can leak out the booming echoes of our creation.

Sincerely, Me

Dear Catastrope Waitress


Belle and Sebastian conjures your ghost. It flutters it's wings against the pane glass between our worlds and whispers for reincarnation. I wish I knew that spell. For now I regretfully avoid that graveyard with the whimsical tunes I used to love.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Stereotypes speak truth through the murder of exceptions. Oh how they slay.

What the blind eye sees


I made this online since I don't have any fancy programs like Photoshop. Its an abstract self protrait of me. Hopefully I'll post more art later.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Good to have a name


This isn't done yet at all but it seems very appropriate for thanksgiving so I'm posting it.

Each of us are animals
yet none of us the same
to help us all stay sorted
it's good to have a name

so take it not for granted
nor accept it as plain fact
know when brother crow goes kawing
one hundred crows kaw back

Happy Thanksgiving!

P.S. I was going to add more verses but I've haven't gotten around to it and don't think I ever will. So I guess it is finished. For now at least.
P.S.S. A little background: Reggie wrote this as a gift for me after a he/we named him. He randomly threw the name Regnag Leppod, or Reggie for short, at me one night and I agreed to name/call him that. 
P.S.S.S. You should download this remix of Mike Snow's Animal because it kinda reminds me of this poem and its a favorite.

Cyberworld, contain my leaking mind.

नमस्ते
It'll be nice to have a blog, I've wanted one for awhile. It's good to have something adopt the role of soliloquy. Here I hope to get to know myself better as you get to know me too. For now here is a song I feel epitomizes me.
इन्दुल्गे इन माय ओफ्फेरिंग नो एंड तो कामे