Willem de Kooning - excavation

The Glitch Mob - Beyond Monday

Halos and Half lifes

I keep putting my halo on crooked
and spinning counter clockwise in a world enslaved to time
maybe id be fine with a 9-5 after
I figure out what to do with the rest of my life
for now though i guess ill do what i have to
making my way through the other half of this life
negotiating the vectors that transverse present to future
trying to make the dark turn to light.

Portrait of me by Trevania

This portrait of me was done by a very talented artist and good friend of mine. All the elements of this portrait were taken from a Dadaist poem that I wrote her before we went to city club (a goth club in Detroit) on valentines day 2002. Yes that bowl is full of cottage cheese!

new poem- "Midnight in the Kingdom of Gods and Men"

I've pierced the heart a thousand times
as blood pumps back through a
orgasmic condemnation.

The knights come in the morning, noon, night, and thereafter
with eyes of mourning tears of sorrow
garrotes the jester's laughter

Kings and queens with puppeteers
dance on marionette strings
with bees buzzing around his head
the jester dances through the land of the dead

He hungers for the brains of kings and ever so insatiably
he feasts and feasts and picks his teeth
with the swords of knights and dreams of queens

Once again the night returns 
as it always seems to
and the kings are back from their freshest kill 
with the kingdom still they sleep

Suddenly the rook appears
with the insanity of children's fables
he cracks his knuckles and shuffles his feet
and swipes the pieces off the table

A few pieces from one of my favorite painters

"We must not fear day light just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world." -Rene Magritte-

Enjoy!

Days Fade - A poem by C-

I can't fight the daylight
lose or win I'm in the spin of a world that doesn't spin right
hold tight 
onto an insanity that screams to humanity in the night life
bring you strife to the edge of an end 
to fix a starving trend
artistry crafting a model of the universe that looks perverse to the naked eye
why should I disguise the skies of a youth movement 
through a string of tomorrows that defines the mind of the
hopeless 

I can fight the moonlight
and win again against the inside of the mind of omniscience
I can never sin
against the divine that resides within the internal convolutions
of a mind that is yet to find one infallible truth
and dilutes the eternal to a set of ultimatums 
determined by processing the infernal emotions
of a bleeding heart that is bound to makes some things change!

SOUND STRANGE?

Drawing I found in one of my personal poetry books

                                            Great surrealist piece I stumbled on by accident.

A couple old poems of mine using a style I'm very fond of.  I call them definitions or definition poems.


Imagination that
Never fails
To discover
Unique but
Inadequate
Thoughts through
Inconceivable theories that
Overtly defy
Normality




That which society today is
Imprisoned by
Marching in hypnotic beat to
Every tick of the second hand