The Dreamer’s Cage is the name of a particular topic I have taken on in my recent painting and drawing activity. I have included a few of these works below, in August I decided to do a name search on the word “dreamer’s cage” and interestingly enough only one relevant link came up to a… Read More Are your dreams a gilded cage?
Sometimes she would call On the fist of texted love Slow message ooze talking All about wrestle and roll A kind of love bombing Energy gathering and particle smashing Light transmissions in the silent dark Bridge proposals for two solitudes As they sank beneath the blissfull waves Between her trees and to their nest Pulled in by her… Read More Sex Pet, Release, Pause, Explode
Total God you have to look at your total Goddess You got to walk back to her side You got to unwind the scorpion around your heart You, total God You have to pull your left foot forward to her side You have to pull your right foot forward Remove your towering greed that blocks… Read More “Bed Clowns & Gods”
Pampered pumped and pilfered Sunlight barely penetrates some places In our thoughts in idle moments We only discuss secrets in the lunar glow By the slot machines on Antioch Not living in the fire but hiding in the smoke The devil and his angels are the cowards Never present when judgements handed down Operating in the shadows… Read More ‘LOST VEDAS SUNRISE”
I looked across a liquid sky and there at a glance I sank into accumulated stench of centuries of cash flow The signal came from the beacon situated across the bay The time of sidereal aspirations and heaped concentrated focus was to begin Attack lanes were open, I bundled up nervously for the crossing The Holy Cross, the Iron… Read More “War on the planet that makes it’s own gravy”
Just beyond the turnpike of destiny, a sleeping artist waits. Contemporary Art crumbling quicker than a filo dough pastry. Valueless guts as a visual system of aesthetics, these are a few of my favorite things. Reverse media coverage with no context extensions to debrief us on noticeable artistic secretions. Land of a trillion pictures circa,… Read More “me, my selfie and aie!”
snap me got my blood flowing ‘ brimming’ heart lips in that monkey bush songs and fever gliding up the wet garden pass sunny flesh moon chaser now take it all now give it all food for wanderers willing quick and quivering monkey tree eyes feasting with your tantric tender striptease to please to ease i’m with cupid… Read More “Love by the monkey bush”