Friday, November 11, 2011

I don't care if you're 99%, or 1%....

The truth of the matter is everyone has a duty at this point as a human being on this planet to stand up for the rights and liberties so many before us fought for. If prior patriots and freedom fighters had any idea that future Americans would be placing importance on sitcoms and other remedial garbage while dictators at the top looted and plundered all that was achieved beforehand without backlash, they would be rolling in their graves. I hate to say it but at times I get so fed up with trying to inform people of subjects which should totally be of concern to them only to realize they could give a shit less, that I come to the understanding that there’s a possibility that maybe this is truly a situation we will never recover from, cause not enough people care, and at that point I almost feel like maybe these sheep deserve to be fleeced. To those who heckle the Occupy movement without ever having stepped foot on any of its encampments, wake up, these people are there in hopes you will join them, as you should, every last one of you are being robbed in one form or another, whether you’ve tucked away a nest egg and are well off at the moment, you’re dollar is being devalued at a phenomenal rate, your privacy has been stripped from you, the food and beverages you consume are contaminated on many different levels. Quit asking people why they occupy, it should be blatantly obvious by now. How many countries will be invaded before you realize the reoccurring trends they use for justification? You can continue to overshadow all these truths simply by stating how great this country is, but in fact you are disillusioned. This was a great country, and as time passes it is getting worse and worse, those at the top recognize they can simply take what they want from you and experience no repercussions for their actions, so they continue to snatch more. People turn the other cheek and insist this is just the way it is, this notion is false, this is not how those who built the infrastructure ever intended it to be. You are a coward for not caring, your naivete will not save you or your children. No god exists to protect you from those on this planet whom seek to steal your livelihood and force you into a world of servitude in which beehive mentality reigns supreme. If this god indeed exists, he’s a sick demented motherfucker who gets his rocks off watching this ball of yarn unwind. To those on the scene touting the principles of communism, socialism, or marxism, go home, if this is what you wish for, sit on your couch and watch it unravel, as its the intended system currently being put in place, its a fairy tale, those at the top are too invested to spread the wealth, therefore it will only be the poor and the rich, it only leads to fascism, feudalism, and overall tyrannical dictatorship, ask the Soviets who struggled under the iron fist of Stalin, or those starved to death by Mao. Harsh rulers who were funded and celebrated by those in power here in the USA today. For the minions at the bottom its about greed, snatching the last cookie out of the jar, but those at the top have more money and assets then can ever be spent or enjoyed, its about power, its about passing that power on to the next elitist who steps up. It’s not a democracy this country or any abroad need, its a fortified republic, you place people in power and you will be inviting psychopaths to rule over you, absolute power corrupts absolutely. The current predicament is not about race, faith, or who you are as a person, we are all being flocked and taken advantage of. Mainstream media: quit the fear mongering, its bullshit, so many pick a particular outlet, keeping ever vigilant of a particular news channel, only to tout the same talking points these stations are funded to broadcast, you are being lied to, think for yourself, educate thy self, do so with a well rounded serving of sources, including the documents and books these elitists put out which you are too ignorant or lazy to analyze. Life is no longer what you make it, it has been constructed for you, you can blindly go about life thinking everything is peaches and will come to understand that the fruit is rotted, and the worms will indeed come to fruition. Have fun, but get hip to it already, relay important information, stand up for yourself, show them they will not get away with this, they operate in darkness, shine the light on their devious ways. Its not only the future of you and your family, but also the future of humanity. Study it, understand it, or roll over and die. It will only continue to get worse from here on out if you do not attempt to “be the change that you want to see”.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Occupy Boston

Occupy Boston
If you live in the Boston area, come stand in solidarity as we oppose this wretched banking system which threatens our future.
Newspapers are reporting that Boston is expected to receive an equivalent turnout to the protests taking place in NYC.
Similar events are taking place across the country and our growing.
Spread the word like wildfire.
The demonstration will start this Friday 9/30 at 6:00pm in Dewey Square, in the vicinity of the Federal Reserve of Boston.

Bring a tent and your heart. Check out the scene if you are on the fence. Power in numbers. The more the merrier. For those staying the course, Food Not Bombs will be providing food. Many are planning to stay there weeks if possible, those with fire in their hearts and minds hope to take up shop for months. Do something with your life. Be the change you want to see in the world.
The proceedings will be kicked off following the beginning of the HONKS parade to Davis Square, a weekend long festival of activists who perform brass music.

We Will Not Be Silent
Protesting is Fun

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Art Anarchy

Some photos I configured within the last 24 hours:
Leftover Hardware
One in the Same
Statue of Misery
Santayana - condemned to repeat

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

amongst worms

Tonight's atmosphere feels a bit eerie, Poe-esque... truly fits the mood.
A damp walk with the dog felt a bit poetic, reflections dancing off pavement and such.
The kind of night a slug could appreciate
Pondering skipping the art formula for the night and catching a horror flick,
likely old school psychological, Giallo or something similar.
I've chosen: the Town That Dreaded Sundown (1976)

Bless His Heart


...the beat goes on
And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love,
So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment
Measurement tossed to nothing for no one, a wasted effort, a shrug

Or maybe resident incurable romantic defunct in the face of fact

Blackboard formula waits by the next class
with the outlines still intact, and I see it
And I'm still not sure of the meaning
But I'll say it, write it down, and read it for you

No protective leathery flesh of emotional chain-mail

(No running shoes) no running, no locking doors, no anger
(No e-mail) no voicemail communicational strangulation
Or distortion of purity sentiment
No fantasy of reconciliation or delusion, no revenge
(No bullshit) no culture hidden agendas, no preaching
(No pedestal) no standing on the pulpit, no ego,
No newspeak or freakish lingo
(Here I go...)
I haven't loved many people
I grew up afraid that I was crazy
And one time when I was deep inside your body, you purred
And I was sure that you were gonna have my baby

And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love,

So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment
Measurement tossed to nothing for no one, a wasted effort, a shrug
And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love,
So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment
Measurement tossed to nothing for no one, a wasted effort, a shrug
I used to be in love...

Everything you said

I took it all to heart,
And you spurred a change in me
Before I could become a new sun I had to fall apart
And I can see that now
And I wish you well
Cause you saw what was good in me,
And I'll be god damned if I didn't see that myself.

And everything you are

I know you got to cry
Before I could become a new man,
I had to lose my mind, had to lose my mind
And I see that now
And I wish you well
Cause I see what's good in you
And I'll be god damned if you cant see that yourself.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Accountability for those Complicit

Accountable for Complicity

Bob Dylan - masters of war

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'

But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old

You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers

For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear

That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know

To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question

Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When you death takes its toll
All the money you made
Won't ever buy back your soul

Andl I hope that you die

And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
On a pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Goodnight Moon

Goodbyes haven't gotten any easier.
The day with my son went well, as expected.
From the start I had been notified that he may be coming down with a fever.
Not showing any symptoms whatsoever I decided it best to enjoy some outdoor time with him.
Broke out a few new toys to fool around with:
- a hopscotch mat
- a plane which blows bubbles
- a rather over-sized squirt gun
water brigadier
a boy and his dog

Once the festivities concluded we took a stroll downtown,
destination: the local comic book store, as well as the toy store for some childrens books.
I served as the prince's chauffeur as he rode horseback the entire way to and fro
Beneath the Flag
I then recommended we stop for a bite to eat and enjoy the commons playground,
he wanted no part, as his legs were asleep due to spending his travels on my back.
So we ventured back and agreed we'd take the dog to the playground closer to home.

Once we arrived home and got settled it became clear the lil' guys temperature was rising.
At this point all bets were off on heading back out,
and the rest of the time was spent playing indoors, and observing his temperature.
Medicine lowered the chance of prospective danger, and thankfully restored his health,
as I was worried his condition might worsen and a trip to the doctor may be necessary.
(I've been made aware by his caretakers that his temp has once again rose,
but won't know more until tomorrow, hopefully some sleep curbs his ailments)

At one point I began drawing him while he played.
Bare in mind I've miniscule experience in portraits, 
and those I've constructed were done so when parties were asleep, 
so doing so in regards to an active young boy was no easy ballgame and didn't get very far.
We also "got inked" as his suitors at the "Maverick Hotel" referred to it:
his choice? his favorite Mario character: the Princess,
whom reminds me (and obviously him) of certain individuals

It's become apparent he has begun analyzing the situation he was forced into far more then expected.
Alot of questions arose pertaining to the fact that his mother was not home.
At one point he had made mention that he believed this ordeal would subside upon moms return.
There was no way for me to explain to him that this was unlikely, 
so I detoured the conversation as to avoid answering such a statement.
Keeping my own opinions on the matter bottled with him isn't exactly easy,
but bare in mind I've no animosity towards the party in question,
so the focus becomes more on the fact that we all love him 
and whether true or not from the opposite side of the spectrum, 
still contain a wealth of love for each other as well.
I refuse to offer any negative sentiment towards his mother, because fact is none exists.

End of the night became a bit worrisome.
Once I notified him that his caretakers would be arriving shortly,
he began trying to finagle a way to avoid leaving,
including various offers to go to bed as well as the many activities which this entails,
such as reading books, or getting into PJ's.
As the clock drew closer, his pleads became more apparent.
The instant they arrived, he began crying more then he has thus far.
My only option was to inform him that this wasn't the end, and he'd be returning again in short time.
Truly heartbreaking circumstances across the board.
A true damper on the evening for which I obviously blame him not,
for he's truly the central victim of all this.
I see the joy in his eyes upon returning, and understand his desire to stay, as I share this notion.
In many ways I wish his mother was involved with our get-togethers.
His questions concerning the matter plague my mind infinitely,
and any real answers can't be divulged, as I myself must stay strong and keep his worries buried.
Hopefully in the end, this can all draw to a head without completely transforming who he would've inevitably become otherwise.

On another note, some of my inner thoughts which arose during a recent 'heart-to-heart'.
Honestly, feeling a bit spiritual at the moment,
and I'm sharing because many of these things I myself need to keep in mind:

"My own apartment was imprisoned by memories for far too long,
but at some point you have to realize that these 'haunted' locales will never be inhabited by the same experiences ever again, so it then becomes your responsibility to live in the moment rather then focusing on the mirage of what once was"

"Can't live within regret, it will just pull you under... I've plenty, 
but all in all you can't roll back the clock and refill the hourglass"

"dealing gets easier with time as more opportunities arise or you realize your own self-worth minus the necessity for other individuals"

"clean the slate and erase prior memories which stand in the way of doing so, 
focusing on the positives and future likelihoods"

and now some recent thoughts by the Dalai Lama
when asked what surprised him the most about humanity:

Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money.
Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health.
And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present;
the result being that he does not live in the present or the future;
he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived."

and without further ado, a track I picked for the night:
I'm the next act
Waiting in the wings

I'm an animal
Trapped in your hot car

I am all the days
That you choose to ignore

You are all I need
You are all I need
I'm in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

I'm a moth
Who just wants to share your light

I'm just an insect
Trying to get out of the night

I only stick with you
Because there are no others

You are all I need
You're all I need
I'm in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

It's all wrong
It's all right
It's all wrong

and a few additional pictures taken today, plus a few constructed yesterday:
carpet bomb

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Faith in fate

Nothing happens for a reason, destiny is debauchery. There exists only consequence & coincidence

Tuesday, August 30, 2011


....and now for some mood music:
My minds in disarray, chock full of thought for better or worse.
Much turmoil brewing internally. 
I've ceased taking notes regarding politics for the time being,
and instead have replaced the scrawl with scrap paper adorned with ideas for future art projects.
The juices are flowing, only problem is finding the time to put these visions to paper.
Lately I've felt as though I can accomplish anything within my reach 
and have no fear that these projects will eventually come to fruition.
My eyes have once again returned to spanning the environment for prospective photographs.
While many walk aimlessly, my eyes are scanning each and every crevice.
A bit consuming to say the least.
Life in general is rather lonely. I work alone, return to an empty home, and sleep alone.
Rinse, Wash, Repeat.
It's more than evident that only I have the power to change this, comprehend what that entails.
If my son was by my side, my woes would subside. He's my everything now.
To return to the day of waking with him and putting him to sleep is unfortunately unfathomable.
I'm beginning to come to terms with the fact that his mother is never returning.
The situation is out of my hands... so shall it be.... as there's nothing I can possibly do except move on.

So expect much art from me in the future, as other then pets its nearly my only company.
I've much aspiration to start experimenting with various forms, such as charcoal, collage, and drawing.

Shots of the day:

Monday, August 29, 2011

Broken Hearts Club

a lesson learned
Today I spent time with 2 individuals separately suffering from heartache 
from opposite sides of the each others spectrum.
Both cases involved children as well as significant others.
Seems all too familiar these days. Recently upon returning from my journey into Boston,
the walk home resulted in 2 separate run-ins with friends of the past also going through the same debacle.
Loss of a loved one, ultimately ending in loss of child.
target practice
Can't help but feel sorry for all these individuals and their personal situations.
Genuinely they and I only desire the same thing, family, love, and a dash of cuddling.
How cruel a world to deprive faithful individuals of these human necessities.
In the majority of these conversations which took place I offered a warm ear,
and tried to keep my own history at bay while expressing heartfelt sympathy.
Do Not Resuscitate
The sum total of these stories is 5 broken homes, 5 children which will venture through childhood from the perspective of never experiencing a solid family.
In all cases the parents just desired a "normal" life with their partner and child.
The future is unfathomable upon destruction of the civil union.
Strong bonds are necessary in light of the downward spiral this world has entered and continuously follows.
While the majority are focused on partying, there exists human beings only yearning for peace within themselves, some via a bond with their lover and/or child.
Devotion is a rare virtue far unappreciated.
Anyone who knows my situation is well informed that I will always keep a spot open in my heart for the one I love regardless of their actions or lack thereof.
Don't Go
One can only hope time heals all wounds.
Abandonment is common and far too acceptable in the eyes of the populous.
Move On
Stay faithful to yourself, as well as those who love you the most.
Respect to those who shared traces of their heart with me. Wish I could mend the pieces.
Get Married!

Sunday, August 28, 2011

War & Peace

War & Peace

Devil's Drink

No offense, as this isn't aimed at anybody in particular, just a bit of an observation.
But people drink too damn much!
Since when is this cool to the extent that people feel obligated to broadcast everytime they drink.
More so, putting up pictures of themselves drinking nearly every occasion they do so.
Seriously, congratulations you made it past 21, but your drinking is no accomplishment.
To add insult to injury its usually expected of these individuals to periodically post photos of themselves hammered.
I'm down for a drink every so often, and once in a blue moon may push it past the limit,
but this is nothing to be proud of, to the point where its an obligation to advertise the fact.
Nothing wrong with occasionally enjoying liquor and letting everyone know,
or even crossing the line there after,
but when it becomes habitual or what defines you as a person, a tad extreme, no?

Starry Night

Because I can:

Friday, August 26, 2011

One's Company

Wherever you are, you will carry always
Truth of the scars and darkness of your faith
Slowly move on, how did we get to here
It all went wrong, gravity claiming all your tears
Everything looks so much better now, so much better now

You will get yours, you will get yours, you will get yours

You have no right to ask me now, you were never that around
I have missed

Reality daytrips and your suit me, suit me ways

Turn out the light switch, we've been awake for days
And no-one's coming round here no more, no-one's coming round here

You will get yours, you will get yours, you will get yours

You will get yours, you will get yours
You have no right to calm me down, you were never that around
I have missed, I have missed

Cold contagious, all the might mighty men

What you save is what you lose out in the end
Cold contagious, cold contagious

Paint your perfect day, I don't mind this

I'm better off by the way, deeply grounded

You will get yours, you will get yours, you will get yours

You will get yours, you will get yours, you will get yours

Cold contagious, all the mighty mighty men

What you save is what you lose out in the end
Cold contagious, cold contagious

Cold contagious, cold contagious

 Have always been fond of this one, but never has it retained so much significance.
Could go on forever deciphering the lyrics, but will let you draw your own conclusions based upon personal experience and loss.
Yearn to get into a similar mode. Wish her cold was contagious.
Things have been looking up, but I still dwell within a self-inflicted asylum.
Even as I enjoy a Kelly's clam plate washed down with Octoberfest, I remain tortured by thought.
Love is the catalyst of misery. 
Even on my birthday I've shattered plans, instead choosing to isolate myself, 
hopefully deprivation rekindles the soul.
As the trains keeps-a-rolling, fearful life will quit giving me chances if I fail to grab the bull by the horns.
Life goes on.... in the words of Vonnegut, "so it goes".

Andre the Giant has a posse
Lady Snowblood 2 - trapped