Friday, March 26, 2010

pinpoint















so much to do. so much to look forward too.
ideas spark in my mind like fireworks.
the world is my canvas, waiting for me to paint it.
wildly. vibrantly. beautifully.
so many thoughts. so many ways.
pen to paper.
needle to thread.
brush to canvas.
a sweet little escape.
continuous moments.
shared in unity and peace.
peaceful little bits of the inside of my mind.
invading corners and spaces.
we've got time.

art life art



















Thursday, March 25, 2010

mega this














"every mega transformer needs his transformette."


- mega transformer

dose



















screaming motives.
i've got so much to give.
trying to get in, without a rush.
back off, back up.
i can't stop.
addiction? a drug?
could you really compare.
entirely true.
symptoms all alike.
only an upside.
prescribe me more.
daily dose, i want more.
are you feeling uneasy.
i can't tell.
tell me more.

rant








uncertain gravity pulls finances from other galaxies, with the audacity too claim exclusivity. reflected projections from thoughts housed underground that begin to erupt like ticking time bombs. when the unnatural hides within the balloons of confusion as if your leaning close too the edge, invisible chemists concocting fabulous validation. faces in the crowd merge into one vast canvas of personas that will never be fully gratified, some barely even recognize, yet altogether, they are quite enchanting. emotional land minds disguised in designer shine, leaving your lipstick smeared. basked in lighter fluid, you are a walking hazard. generic passion, countless gestures, whispering smiles that leak temptation into the membrane which is quickly absorbed and shakes straight down too the core. quiver to the notion of realism, dive into the set of imagination, and leap at the chance too step up too the plate. while there, why not fill it. nutritious drama for the fly on the wall, don't be left empty handed when given the glamorous pass too acceptance, or was that too your existence. the shoe, the boot, the hat.. whatever fits? will you stoop so low even if it doesn't, go ahead ; fiening for a fix - try this on for size.. the monster already knows, packed your luggage a week ago. you strive toward disappointment, whata disappointment. the world has its causalities why must you prove too be one of those tragedies. radio once pumped where is the love ; but what i want too know is why did it even decide too run, maybe we need to get with the program. check back to the basics for we wasting much more then plastics on this fake shit.

for keeps















eyes locked. time stops.
good grasp. let's play for keeps.
i'm putting it all in.
call my bluff?
all or nothing.
i'm teetering on a jackpot.
you don't know it, yet.
what's my give away?
are you sure i've got one.
go ahead, make your move.
either way, were both coming out of this alive.

icy boas














remember. remember. i told you.

word dance

mailman, where for art thou.
i've got words in an envelope that
is anticipating it's arrival to it's
rightful owner. please hurry mailman.
the words are suffocating in that envelope
and want to freely dance, dance across the page.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

sweet spot

bubble gum eyes, popping with desire.
liquorice mouth, bends too emulate happiness.
swedish berry tongue, taste like heaven.
gingerbread skin, speckled with spice.
jolly rancher sucker, thoughts rotting my teeth. sugar rush sprinkles the contents of my mind, sugary kisses, an ultimate high. dipped in chocolate a sincere apparel. a minty strut supports cinnamon hugs. your this wonka type candy store i plan to invade, captivated and dazzled i'm not sure i'll be able to get away.

amazing space


an abomination of crashing lights.
a mesmerizing glory of unproportional heights. a strict devotion reaching near the heart, a quick little nick and a line of light. upside. downside. everything's right. strumming cravings shed in shade, dripping nail polish. a punch drunk love haze. smokey twist, a casual change in events, smothering shelters opening chests. mindful battlefields - don't be afraid. armor presented in wonderful ways. defending values, pride and chaos.blistering friendships, anticipated fate. dancing queens and outer space. lopsided smiles, glistening eyes. closing space, coming together.. what a wonderful place.

watch the reel














classics.
Summer: I love The Smiths.

Tom: [removing his headphones] Sorry?

Summer: I said I love The Smiths. You–you have a good taste in music.

Tom: You like The Smiths?

Summer: Yeah. “To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.” I love ‘em.
[Summer steps off the elevator]

Tom: Holy shit.

zipping beams

i dreamt of lights.
i can't wait to tell you more.

don't stray















small world, so many people.
likely candidates all after relatively the same
things. steps and guidance, it's all about
the way your approach it. searching for a spark
that makes it all click into place. most are
looking for the opposite. not to say something
dull and unclickable, but something much more different. however, stop and think. have you ever wondered if maybe something, similar, not the same because ultimately everything is sort of different in their own way. but did you wonder about how maybe you could be looking for something that's right in front of you. it silently screams your name, sing songs of sweet hellos.. but your gone. gone searching for more further up the road.

reflect












this is a extremely old photo. 2005?
but nonetheless long live chic clothing.
and Rei Kawakubo for Comme des Garçons.

whatsup doc


dear dr. martens,
i've loved you for quite sometime.
keep going with your
best foot forward.

x.

happy 50th anniversary!
check their clip, here.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

a toast














"you don't care for what you think [I] am. but rather who I am."

from crack heads to CEOs













you spend your dollar, i'll spend mine.
combine the green, let's blow our minds.
city slumming. epic times.
bottles popping, bursting skylines.
poppin' corn and old school flicks.
VCRs. classic hits. made up music.
natural beats. pretty music - dancing feet.
Louboutins. sneakers screech.
flipping flops. a pair of wrecked up `verses
case commotion - Fendi purses.
pretty truths in deep red gloss.
mega hype smears her brow.
juicy sweat pants; a truly bumpin' crowd.

Nathan Sawaya

"Brick by Brick"
is simply wonderful.

looking













diamonds. sparkle. glitter.
eyes. looking. closer.
heart. beat. beating.
lips. pressed. fingertips.
breath. rise. fall. live.
aware. seeking. more.
empty. half full. endless.
teeth. biting. lips.
wonder. everything.
questions. asked.
crave. more. more.
smile. bright.
easy. knowing.
more.

waking up

it was very sandy.
we could have been here.
Koh Kood is a part of Koh Chang National Park.
its in Thailand.
kind of makes sense.