Black Friday

The moon is on the water
It's quiet and I am asleep
on the river
The rain is coming
Trees will bend in the wind
Far away from the game
in a silence of breath
your not here
and i am glad
i am

Irrelevant psychic barometer

Hope I don't die in a robotic slush
slaughterhouse padlock
for a high-tech happy

my eyes get bored,
my mind, a mundane puff continuum
under the weather
of dangling out-of-reach
ladders

WTF
my new favorite word
suitable for any occasion
in this prime directive
of idiocracy

who is to say what will come
the Archons are scrambling
spittle is dribbling from the halls
of power and pomp
A great beast lumbers toward the mill
rain in his hat, a madman on a leash
like a giant tortoise with a word
emblazoned by lightening
upon his shell

I havnt' got a thing
I'm out of money, baby
but I'm richer than a millionaire

"Ezekiel's wheel"

A thank you to Robert Suderman for
the purchase of "Ezekiel's Wheel",
oil paint on canvas glued to board,
2004, 49"x 49"

" The Empire never ended"

"The Empire never ended" 5'x4'
 Canvas glued on board

also a detail photo of
"Twilight of the god"
           &
"Elegant Equation"

LET OUT THE GHOST

LET OUT THE GHOST
Em, Em7, A, C7, Em, B7, Em  (bluesy)

The pages dropped, like a wooden bomb
And split a rail, right into the skin
Nobody said, anything at all
Even the gods, had turned their backs on them

The bullets lined up, in their flag draped coffins
And the oil rain, turned the lightening to black
No one cared, that the twilight was still gleaming
And the last crosses, piled up in a stack

At last upon, the wings of white doves
With a razor will, and knives made of iron
He rained down on them, with tongues of flame
But nobody could stand, for the sound of the siren

And I am carving a wooden heart, hanging from the white oak tree
Out in the fields of heaven, right down to the bone
And no one can see, the kingdom of the rising son
We are all standing in the fire, just waiting to go home

CHORUS
Em, C, Em, C, Em, C, Em, D, Am, C, Em

Let out the ghost
from the road
in the cross
We pay in blood
and nobody ever gets off

Broken blue dreams
down lonesome heart road
All the cars drive backwards
and nobody knows where to go

REPEAT AND FADE
C7, Em, C7, Em..............

Well steal my soul, from the flesh on the bone
Tattered and broken down, still trying to be born

Well steal my soul, from the flesh on the bone
Tattered and broken down, still trying to be born

Bar code tattoo

Blood in my shadow (key of c)

got blood
blood in my shadow now
got blood
in my shadow now
so roll up
put away your angel wings
so roll up
put away your halo now
cause I got blood
in my shadow now
cause I got blood
in my shadow now
so roll up your angel wings
and wrap up yer blue heart
and turn away from this light
I don't see it true now
it's all gone
cause the blackness came again
it's all gone
cause the blackness came again
I've got blood
in my shadow
and the sound of truth is drowning me
I've got blood
in my shadow
and the sound of truth is drowning me
drowning thee
drowning thee
I hear it like a bell across the land
put away your smile, it's fake
put away your cherished, tokens
put away your smile, it's fake
put away your cherished, car
cause the sound of blood
is in the shadow now
put away your halo, it's false
and the heart is dead
I hear the hills
resounding with the bells of truth
and the black stumps are bleeding hands
and there are children hanging
hanging from a dead oak tree
I see the death
and the skeleton in the nest
so roll away
your angel wings
so roll away
your angel wings
and wrap up
that false idol now
the sound of crowdedness
and even the rub
the hills are empty
and black like coal
the sun is rising
nothing will survive it now
the sun is rising
and she is perfect like a ball
the sun is rising
nothing will survive her now
the sound of the bells
the sound of the bells
the sound of the bells

God is not mocked

Why hast thou said, "I have sinned so much,
And God in his mercy has not punished my sins"?
How many times do I smite thee, and thou knowest not!
Thou art bound in my chains from head to foot.
On thy heart is rust on rust collected
So that thou art blind to divine mysteries,
When a man is stubborn and follows evil practices,
He casts dust in the eyes of his discernment.
Old shame for sin and calling on God quit him;
Dust five layers deep settles on his mirror,
Rust spots begin to gnaw his iron,
The color of his jewel grows less and less.
                                  - Jalal-uddin Rumi

The relativity of intention

I am the Siren  ( key of c)

dark moon riding on a wasted day
there's a broken riot
it's given way
I cant' hold it back
I'm a broken chain
the star's are silent
this life is pain

Sunshine and flowers
falling down on me
I ain't nothing but a broken dream
here I am buried in the leaves of life
but I got a lust
for the light you cannot see
but I got a lust
for that light inside me

I am the siren
I am the rock
I break the wall
baby I can't stop
I am the one
that will never die
I am forever
a bird that flies

Sunshine and flowers
falling down on me
I ain't nothing but a broken dream
here I am buried in the leaves of life
but I got a lust
for the light you cannot see
but I got a lust
for that light inside me

I am horizon
silent in the town
I am horizon
silent all around
I am horizon
nothing is here
empty space
no sacred ground

And the furies laugh
at the reek of our blood
And the furies laugh
at your drone skeleton rug
And the furies laugh
at your oil god drug

Sunshine and flowers
falling down on me
I ain't nothing but a broken dream
here I am buried in the leaves of life
but I got a lust
for the light you cannot see
but I got a lust
for that light inside me

American Clown Car

The logical consequence of a pointless universe is ugliness and destruction. No matter how you try to hide such a philosophy under a mantle of stoic nobility, it remains no fountain of hope, but rather a poison brew of pessimism. In language of its nihilist proponents, a pointless universe has no conceivable outcome except the grim maximization of entropy. Such a view cannot, via any tinkering or contortion, be made life-enhancing. Moreover, as philosopher Seyyed Hossein Nasr has observed, as values lose their grounding, the danger to the natural world increases, as does the likelihood of human atrocities. And that is lamentably evident today.
                                                                                          - Bernard Haisch

Top 5 Deathbed Regrets

Top 5 Deathbed Regrets ( as collected by Hospice workers)

1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself,
    not the life that other expected of me.

2. I wish I didn't work so hard.

3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

In Honor of Giacometti

War is stupid

Give me Three things

A note to my Corporate sponsors:
I need three things and some comments.
Like, a ring, a car and a key. Anything.
I need ideas or objects to paint and I don't want it to be my choice.
I want it to be random. So just throw it out there. Type it in the comment box.
Thank you.

Unapologetically Woo-Woo

Hit them with words
bury them in the truth
rake up the leaves
plant me in a suit made of seeds

afraid to be afraid
and truly mortal
the wash of the spin
in a gloom of plastic
from slaughter

drive your car
piss in my ocean
the debt will still be due
in between the shaking
and electrical silence

earth is a woman with eyes
made of snakes
don't forget
the old truths are still true

god damn this retched din
of retarded engines
fired for the buzz and yearning
of delirium consumption
your surveillance cameras
like a choke collar for the
free-dumb

War is just stupid
War is terrorism
War just begets more war
you dumb fucks
how simple does it have to be?
wake up
wake up
wake up
and turn away
from the supposed winter
of the fallen tower

To counteract the gloom press star

Vague Geography

The Universe is not Logical

The Brain is a Radio. Tune it

Raw texture of non-local mind

Floating without air

Arcanum Dios

Mind

Original urban chicken house

Still have to finish the chicken run. Not quite done. Matilda, Athena, and Poppy are snug and pleased with the house....