Painted Oil Spills

Tell me more.  

or about other atrocities in the name is hapless and ultimately, individualized romanticism…. you know like, when we say, you look nice today, or you have a good day, what we really mean to say…. 

and then there are days that are just like shattered, like the whole of a global community seeing in it’s own damnation,  other reasons to go on living like yesterday. 

but we will never admit these things,  just like we don’t want to,  its the same spiral and sickness and subtle goodbye (forever). so yes please, 

tell me more. 

Welcome to the hate factory ( in memoriam)

These lowland scoundrels, the days of plenty but with good riddance in mind are vanishing into the clear blue sky.

Delicate is a dream.

You see the shining lights Are all dim right now, trotting down the side walk, the best of the best know refuge.

We the rest however, feel the burden beneath their footsteps, how funny it is to suffer they thought, Think, thinking about nothing but invaluable traces of their own sordid love affairs concerning wealth and want.

Delicate was a dream.

Imagine a shy moment in history, a humble time with the making of a marvelous approach to freedom in design. A lovely scripture that sings the songs of an honest days work. The pursuit to happiness is a day long escape in my minds eye, beauty upon truth upon justice and wisdom. These words are acted out in a declaration, yet in the here and now,

Delicate because of a dream.

Return the favor please, be weary of the able minded weak hearted strains of goodness walking along the prairie at night, the streets likened to gold can now be found in the gaze of the forlorn and poor heartbeats of the young and not to distant future of this once precious Nation of dreamers.

To the future, but referencing the past: my coffee shop career jobs.

Starry eyed for the dynamo, like in that one poem written that one time?

Consequently, the consequences - this will be the first and only time I talk about my coffee shop career, aka living in the shadows of a better, more perky you ( haha she thought).

Pertaining to or just comparing the life and times of the generation currently asked to pick up all the pieces as a result of all the assholes ( please see all the headlines currently being communicated in all the news periodicals every single day of your life)

Is it true about that one movie, something about “the matrix”? listless and lonely, linear werewolves, or warriors.
mixing with the wrong crowd, playing the fiddle to the toads of our time, ideally thinking of the electromagnetic pulse that ultimately travels the veins and rips through the arteries of the only living breathing species left, after all is said and done?

Yes. haha she thought, I can just add these filters to my coffee shop career job photos to make it look like we all live in “the matrix”

( note to the reader: the author of this piece is still yet, working at coffee shops in and around the greater metropolis of your dreams of reality)

What Else To Be Said About Highly Compromised Pieces of Trash/Art

We are what we think, we are what we think, we are what we think, 

we are our every moment and motion in the collapsable part of earth, air, fire and water ….  ??? 

In case of emergencies,  pieces of trash/art,  to be evaluated, cherished, torn apart of just plain put to the side.  

(Can we compare pieces of trash/art to the moral high ground shared/reviled by some people?  and/or do you want to?) 

Poetry About Breaking

Someone told me recently to make a worry box, 

to put all my worries in a box. 

I said,  yeah ok.  

"Rogue Dystopia" (not going anywhere really) and/Or Larger Than Life One Worded Presumptions (this could be anything so long as it is all CAPITALIZED for effect and deterance from finding out actual meaning of said WORD)

Tragicomedy for the feminist within: 

(reimagine a better time, with better people, for a better cause, thinking before you speak kind of attitudes are abound within the spiritual plain of existence for most, yet heed these tiny words as nothing more than a prelude to further delusion and dishonesty from the people that brought you pride) 

Magic Mayhem,

Deliver us from the life that has given to rest the only thing imaginable:‭ 
Terror and time.‭ ‬Magic mayhem,‭ ‬the words are private yet balanced,‭ 
They want to struggle for life,‭  created equal‬, for and against. ‭ 
Revel in urgency and then cease,‭  ‬a monotonous task for most.
Made steady,‭ ‬curtains to veil this under-appreciated tone of remorse.‭ 

This is the cause and effect relation,‭   ‬magic mayhem,‭ ‬I like it when‭ 
Praise shall‭  ‬be sung and actions soon follow.‭ 
It was the only‭ ‬thing stopping me from a night of pure,‭ ‬sadistic deal making.‭ 
Figureheads gone awry
Go figure.‭  ‬Wilted,‭  ‬magic mayhem,‭ ‬wilted.‭ 

This is the form one takes after perverse and tired laughter,‭ 
This moment of shine,‭ ‬in spite of a dubious smile‭ ‬– 
A moment in sync with‭ ‬all those who want it to be,‭ ‬magic mayhem,‭ 
You are my shining star.‭ 

A year later,‭  ‬or years later,‭  ‬in this decade,‭ ‬a century ago,‭ 
To hither,‭  ‬to remain as once was spoken in typical fashion,‭  
Lighting a cigarette is not easy anymore,‭ ‬nor is permanent ways.‭ 
Magic mayhem,‭  ‬the dirt has gotten on my leather boots,‭ ‬the straps have come undone.‭ 

Having posted letters to the wrong address,‭  
To pass the time and see where things end up,‭ ‬having lied,‭ 
Going to the beach today,‭ 
There will be magic mayhem‭ ‬in the water,‭ ‬and then it will float away.‭ 

Lively living,‭ ‬in a dance hall surrounded with merriment,‭ 
See all these patrons go by‭? ‬They mean it when they go by.‭ ‬ 
Living like linchpins‭ ‬,‭ ‬like lilacs‭ ‬-‭  ‬you see this odd chain of repetition concur‭; ‬ 
Or less,‭ ‬likely,‭ ‬lavish in décor.‭ 
Magic mayhem.‭ ‬Like sores beneath your tongue after a hard days rest.‭ 

Loosen up,‭  ‬see things come and go,‭  ‬in,‭ ‬out,‭ ‬penchant,‭  ‬not real,‭ ‬forever,‭ ‬but‭ 
Unforgiving,‭ ‬scrupulous,‭ ‬deny a luxury,‭ ‬happenstance‭ ‬,‭  ‬all the way,‭ ‬real time love,‭ ‬let go.
the raincoats‭ ‬are dripping with a certain kind of dash today.

Oh magic mayhem,‭ ‬the memories.‭ 

Magic Mayhem,

Deliver us from the life that has given to rest the only thing imaginable:‭ 

Terror and time.‭ ‬Magic mayhem,‭ ‬the words are private yet balanced,‭ 

They want to struggle for life,‭  created equal‬, for and against. ‭ 

Revel in urgency and then cease,‭  ‬a monotonous task for most.

Made steady,‭ ‬curtains to veil this under-appreciated tone of remorse.‭ 

This is the cause and effect relation,‭   ‬magic mayhem,‭ ‬I like it when‭ 

Praise shall‭  ‬be sung and actions soon follow.‭ 

It was the only‭ ‬thing stopping me from a night of pure,‭ ‬sadistic deal making.‭ 

Figureheads gone awry

Go figure.‭  ‬Wilted,‭  ‬magic mayhem,‭ ‬wilted.‭ 

This is the form one takes after perverse and tired laughter,‭ 

This moment of shine,‭ ‬in spite of a dubious smile‭ ‬– 

A moment in sync with‭ ‬all those who want it to be,‭ ‬magic mayhem,‭ 

You are my shining star.‭ 

A year later,‭  ‬or years later,‭  ‬in this decade,‭ ‬a century ago,‭ 

To hither,‭  ‬to remain as once was spoken in typical fashion,‭  

Lighting a cigarette is not easy anymore,‭ ‬nor is permanent ways.‭ 

Magic mayhem,‭  ‬the dirt has gotten on my leather boots,‭ ‬the straps have come undone.‭ 

Having posted letters to the wrong address,‭  

To pass the time and see where things end up,‭ ‬having lied,‭ 

Going to the beach today,‭ 

There will be magic mayhem‭ ‬in the water,‭ ‬and then it will float away.‭ 

Lively living,‭ ‬in a dance hall surrounded with merriment,‭ 

See all these patrons go by‭? ‬They mean it when they go by.‭ ‬ 

Living like linchpins‭ ‬,‭ ‬like lilacs‭ ‬-‭  ‬you see this odd chain of repetition concur‭; ‬ 

Or less,‭ ‬likely,‭ ‬lavish in décor.‭ 

Magic mayhem.‭ ‬Like sores beneath your tongue after a hard days rest.‭ 

Loosen up,‭  ‬see things come and go,‭  ‬in,‭ ‬out,‭ ‬penchant,‭  ‬not real,‭ ‬forever,‭ ‬but‭ 

Unforgiving,‭ ‬scrupulous,‭ ‬deny a luxury,‭ ‬happenstance‭ ‬,‭  ‬all the way,‭ ‬real time love,‭ ‬let go.

the raincoats‭ ‬are dripping with a certain kind of dash today.

Oh magic mayhem,‭ ‬the memories.‭ 

happy more sickness

to the end with all this depression,
I wanted to remain like a constant,
a constant, the vowel form of placate.

one day, when you get older, they will figure you would have made the right decision.
i’ve decided on decisions as a permanent hallmark for all future failure,
at this time my formerly prescribed drug addiction will be considered more than likely,
a sorry state of consciousness

I had to backtrack 12 years to be where i am,
lonely hearts in the vacant wind,
these days, like all these days, play around, side walk sales are humming to my footsteps,

they are humming to my footsteps because they sense my weakness.
i, like any voyage, caressing the unknown with a timid look and stoic touch,
feel that way of life?
its like tin cans for art, the sake art if art spoke, speaking of indignity?

is this humility for everyone?

TV show ideas for the existential producer inside all of us :

Scripted v. Unscripted. you pick. a back and forth dialogue between reality and fake reality

Back handed warnings: dating in nyc. An other wordly look on why it just won’t work out because we are not anything, together and alone.

You are shining right now: so is everyone else. a series of PSAs dedicated to the once sought after concept of self esteem. (Told through the perspective of mimes and other novice performance artists)

The saddest news cycle circling truth. (Working title) Asking questions but never deciding on anything (could be mistaken the current news cycles)

My So Called Calling. Reeling in embarrassment from the education I never received, groups of kids revolt by not doing anything and never knowing anything. ( commentary on education or the future of a generation?)

Saying  Things Without Ever Saying Anything, starting a conversation about Politics for the “New Millenia”
Let’s Just Put Everything In Quotes (a series about talking about the issues that really matter,  i.e. “Income Inequality”, “?”)  
That way what I “say”  may not really mean what I “mean”  
- no one’s feelings will get hurt
- think about words like “inequality”  ”class” “warfare” “inheritance” “taxes” “one” “percent” “dream” “have” “not”  - etc,  well, we can all pretend theses words don’t exist, therefore and with great “concern” for the people “concerned” , we shall not ruffle any “feathers” 
Using phrases like “I’m worried about the future generations,  about the children”   loses all purpose,  subsequently freeing you from lies and hypocrisy. 
-  we can talk about these issues for days, all with the knowledge that it will not make a single bit of difference,  because ”         nothing here     ”             doesn’t really exist,  because we said so. 
For further consideration:
"racism"
"drug war"
"seixism, classism, etc, etc" 
"education" 
…
(we have created a boundless, eternal thought process that in the end stands for nothing,  but maybe that’s “ok”) 

Saying  Things Without Ever Saying Anything, starting a conversation about Politics for the “New Millenia”

  • Let’s Just Put Everything In Quotes (a series about talking about the issues that really matter,  i.e. “Income Inequality”, “?”)  

That way what I “say”  may not really mean what I “mean”  

- no one’s feelings will get hurt

- think about words like “inequality”  ”class” “warfare” “inheritance” “taxes” “one” “percent” “dream” “have” “not”  - etc,  well, we can all pretend theses words don’t exist, therefore and with great “concern” for the people “concerned” , we shall not ruffle any “feathers” 

Using phrases like “I’m worried about the future generations,  about the children”   loses all purpose,  subsequently freeing you from lies and hypocrisy. 

-  we can talk about these issues for days, all with the knowledge that it will not make a single bit of difference,  because ”         nothing here     ”             doesn’t really exist,  because we said so. 

For further consideration:

"racism"

"drug war"

"seixism, classism, etc, etc" 

"education" 

(we have created a boundless, eternal thought process that in the end stands for nothing,  but maybe that’s “ok”) 

I can only do things for 10 seconds at a time

with unspoken anonymity, only time will tell. 

me on a sunny day.  
restless lapse in judgement, 
carry with it, restless lapse in hind sight.  
paint a picture in stead. 

me on a sunny day.  

restless lapse in judgement, 

carry with it, restless lapse in hind sight.  

paint a picture in stead. 

thoughts on navigation
systems are worthwhile, but only to an extent.a birds paradise is better than yours.living up to sterophonics, what is sterophonics? the un in unrequited never looked so good. opening up to new ideas;gsp for the adult with minor grievances soul -  a word shaped like it’s meaning.saying and seeing are one in and of itself, plus doing. the way to go about the day has become translucent. 

thoughts on navigation

systems are worthwhile, but only to an extent.
a birds paradise is better than yours.
living up to sterophonics, what is sterophonics? 
the un in unrequited never looked so good. 
opening up to new ideas;
gsp for the adult with minor grievances soul -  
a word shaped like it’s meaning.
saying and seeing are one in and of itself, plus doing. 
the way to go about the day has become translucent. 

(SERIOUS ROMANCE -  A SERIES )

a vast hub for indifference
what? you like that too? Me too? I love that, that is my favorite thing. Oh yeah, yeah I can talk like this for hours, you don’t even need to use nouns, just say something, anything, i was wrong once, so were you?cool, we have that in common.do you like to travel? no, the economic downturn has not allowed for such pervasive ways of thought, yeah maybe next year. maybe next century. I was thinking  of doing some traveling, no, I don’t like beach front properties. Do you think that one day there will space for everyone who wants to live forever, they will have take heed in each other’s company though, yeah, that does sound terrible.

(SERIOUS ROMANCE -  A SERIES )

a vast hub for indifference

what? you like that too? Me too? I love that, that is my favorite thing. 
Oh yeah, yeah I can talk like this for hours, 
you don’t even need to use nouns, just say something, 
anything, 
i was wrong once, 
so were you?
cool, we have that in common.
do you like to travel? 
no, the economic downturn has not allowed for such pervasive ways of thought, 
yeah maybe next year. 
maybe next century. 
I was thinking  of doing some traveling, 
no, I don’t like beach front properties. 
Do you think that one day there will space for everyone who wants to live forever, 
they will have take heed in each other’s company though, 
yeah, 
that does sound terrible.