Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
A Few Of Mark's Pieces
This is a sneak peek @ my mind, and to be honest my personal journaling. I know the pix suck from the distance but one by one im going to post whst the writing is on each of them and talk about them and what i was feeling as i wrote it every now and again, its still gonna be random though because honestly thats what me and jimi are fueled by, hel in fact thats what this whole page is for. You will see Jimis artwork up soon on this blog page, Thanx for not looking @ our art or writing but if your reading this now thank you we hope you enjoy and maybe someday youll be able to see our art and writing in a gallery in Seattle.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Writers Block
I’ve been gathering my thoughts and marking the boxes vacant
I’ve been preparing for a translucent visualization
A gift from my imaginary visionary
My gigantic orb of pleasure
Resisting temptation
To further my unpleasant occupation
Your semaphoring my attention with negative depiction
(hold up, pause I’m starved of tar and nicotine(pause, pondering a thought) why does every high
have a negative side effect, God’s tasteful irony(no baby I’m not high)ha ha)
A constant kon’flikt’
Euphoria at its best
I’m confused but uplifted at the same fucking time
Dam nigga I wish I was high
I’ve been preparing for a translucent visualization
A gift from my imaginary visionary
My gigantic orb of pleasure
Resisting temptation
To further my unpleasant occupation
Your semaphoring my attention with negative depiction
(hold up, pause I’m starved of tar and nicotine(pause, pondering a thought) why does every high
have a negative side effect, God’s tasteful irony(no baby I’m not high)ha ha)
A constant kon’flikt’
Euphoria at its best
I’m confused but uplifted at the same fucking time
Dam nigga I wish I was high
Feed A Starving Child For The Price Of A Gallon Of Gas
The back street rhythm
An empty harmony.
Set in the tune of fathom
Just masticating the beat
An endless loop
Just sampling scrap
who’s the producer of this tragedy
A child goes to sleep hungry, and a mother sheds a tear.
That little angel is helpless and starving and that's daddys worst fear.
He works and she slaves, send the children away to school for a hot meal or two a day, while they starve but the child gets 2 square and its all straight.
Dad gets sick and mom stops the clock, the family capsizes like a ship 3 feet away from a dry dock, but time don't stop, the clock still goes tick tock, while the child goes starving but obesity isn't an option when the stock markets drop and his pay flops and moms heart drops like tear drops, that fall from eyes as she screams to the sky, wondering why, she wants to die, but her eyes run dry from the thought that her angels on the other side of the door listening to her, all the while wondering why?
Why does his mom cry, why is dad gone for all hours of the night tryin to get money for food to expensive for him to buy, but the lights are still on, the house has four walls and a roof, and that's the only proof that his work is appreaciated but all in all he's still hungry too.
So what do they do? The state is still to far away from providing food benifits today, while bombs drop and hearts stop a million miles away.
Where's our reprieve, from this life of lies and deciet, we can afford a war but can justify my gas reciept?
What happened to lady liberty's promise of freedom and salvation awaiting the poor, tied and hungry masses?
Where's the food for the hungry kids when friday lets out their classes?
Meet me @ the waterfront and we could fish for days, and try to figure out ways to maintain our healthy respect for nature cause its true that going green does pay, but not today.
Maybe a brighter futures on the horizon, and maybe there's enough hope to make it to the promised lands I got my sights on.
This hungry nation starves and melts away, while our goverment goes out daily tryn to change other culures into our ways, all the while our nation still pays and the hunger stays.
There's not enough money in the world to provide food for everyone, but they can sleep at night knowing they did the noble thing that's 2 years away from being undone.
And a child grows on to resent his home nation from the frustration and devastation of his starvation all sacrifised for the cost of civil liberties and civil commodities for a country that isn't ours.
The back street rhythm
An empty harmony
Set in the tune of fathom
Just masticating the beat
An endless loop
Just sampling scrap
Who’s the producer of this tragedy
Friday, April 11, 2008
When It Rains It Pours
Im trying to lay down scriptures but there's no wise men in sight,
Only me and my pen that seems about right.
Past scars hurt everytime it rains and I can smell the storm rollin in,
Funny how rain and pain effects even dead skin.
I wish I had a friend to tell me that I'll be okay,
But then again I'm selfish their words wouldn't get through anyway.
₮personal verse, for just me and her₮
Here alone, no one has been shown, just what I have in my heart.
Except for her she was my salvation a new beginning, my great fresh start.
But then again things always change, and just like my fragile mental state its constantly in rearrange.
I applied today for retirement, but lonliness is a hard boss to please,
Take away my sick days, 401k, leave me with this disease handed to me through heredity.
Im disturbed but misunderstood,
Head full of evil but my hearts all good.
Wishing for change but resistant all the while.
Pardon my missing teeth, wonder why I don't smile.
Maybe if I took a minute to clean out my closet I could find a place to hide, I used to have my mind but its too full inside, so time I abide, coincide,but no longer deny, or defy but survive.
Only me and my pen that seems about right.
Past scars hurt everytime it rains and I can smell the storm rollin in,
Funny how rain and pain effects even dead skin.
I wish I had a friend to tell me that I'll be okay,
But then again I'm selfish their words wouldn't get through anyway.
₮personal verse, for just me and her₮
Here alone, no one has been shown, just what I have in my heart.
Except for her she was my salvation a new beginning, my great fresh start.
But then again things always change, and just like my fragile mental state its constantly in rearrange.
I applied today for retirement, but lonliness is a hard boss to please,
Take away my sick days, 401k, leave me with this disease handed to me through heredity.
Im disturbed but misunderstood,
Head full of evil but my hearts all good.
Wishing for change but resistant all the while.
Pardon my missing teeth, wonder why I don't smile.
Maybe if I took a minute to clean out my closet I could find a place to hide, I used to have my mind but its too full inside, so time I abide, coincide,but no longer deny, or defy but survive.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
10 Minutes Before Work and A Restless Mind
Death is an eternal release of pain and grief,
No more tears, no more crutch, just you and your belief.
Many died before J.C. gave his life for me, so what happened to the souls of the man B.C.?
Where is heaven is there a sign or a nebula u can point me to?
I didn't think so but who's looking certainly not you.
I've been force fed revelations by the spoon full till my stomach bursts,
All the years, and all these tears what is it worth.
To have faith gives you purpose in your life, is that right?
What about the faith that most people you'd call deviants put right here in this knife?
If I believe its my place in life to end his life, or steal his wife, what is hell like?
If those big ten laws go on to be broke, but I had faith enough to be real but still chased after the smoke, what would happen if I died 2day and hit heavens gate with all of my weight, not because right or wrong but becuase of my short 923 year wait,still havin faith, but it's never to late, to take the time to get it straight.
Where do faithful sinners go when the lights go out, and in thier final moments thier hearts were filled with doubt?
What if in the end they belived they knew what their true purpose was all about?
What if I was right there holding ur hand as we walked through the valley of the shadow of death,standing tall with my holding the light and showing you the way, but in defending you from the darkness I took a life 2day?
Would god understand that I killed to be saved, and because of my sin u were still alive 2day?
Paint me a tear drop, but don't you shed a tear.
What if J.C. would've said fuck the prophecy and went his own way?
Would good people still make it the pearly gates, or be sent back here to earth to sit and wait, for the next illegitimate son of god and his forced apon fate?
Thanks for giving your life for me even if most don't appreciate you for what was done, but I still believe because of you theres still a chance for my sons.
Life is like that you know, one minute your the sheppard, and the next your the sheep. but what about the ones who went away from the flock in search of thier own way?
Is thier any rest for the weary?
Saturn give me strength.
No more tears, no more crutch, just you and your belief.
Many died before J.C. gave his life for me, so what happened to the souls of the man B.C.?
Where is heaven is there a sign or a nebula u can point me to?
I didn't think so but who's looking certainly not you.
I've been force fed revelations by the spoon full till my stomach bursts,
All the years, and all these tears what is it worth.
To have faith gives you purpose in your life, is that right?
What about the faith that most people you'd call deviants put right here in this knife?
If I believe its my place in life to end his life, or steal his wife, what is hell like?
If those big ten laws go on to be broke, but I had faith enough to be real but still chased after the smoke, what would happen if I died 2day and hit heavens gate with all of my weight, not because right or wrong but becuase of my short 923 year wait,still havin faith, but it's never to late, to take the time to get it straight.
Where do faithful sinners go when the lights go out, and in thier final moments thier hearts were filled with doubt?
What if in the end they belived they knew what their true purpose was all about?
What if I was right there holding ur hand as we walked through the valley of the shadow of death,standing tall with my holding the light and showing you the way, but in defending you from the darkness I took a life 2day?
Would god understand that I killed to be saved, and because of my sin u were still alive 2day?
Paint me a tear drop, but don't you shed a tear.
What if J.C. would've said fuck the prophecy and went his own way?
Would good people still make it the pearly gates, or be sent back here to earth to sit and wait, for the next illegitimate son of god and his forced apon fate?
Thanks for giving your life for me even if most don't appreciate you for what was done, but I still believe because of you theres still a chance for my sons.
Life is like that you know, one minute your the sheppard, and the next your the sheep. but what about the ones who went away from the flock in search of thier own way?
Is thier any rest for the weary?
Saturn give me strength.
Friday, March 28, 2008
We Make Noise to Silence Children’s Screams
A babies crying beat, expose its inner hide
A hollow sound with “Quote un Quote”
Acoustic sounding vibe
We have been programmed to walk and never miss a beat
But dance with the devil
Cause Christians only sing
And it’s hard to sing along
When the mass speaks in tongue
I’m lost in translation
But can’t find the script
(It’s all in your mind)
Like an abstract acid trip
Chemically produced
Over spoken word
Absurd
TELL GOD I SAID HELLO
The noise may drown us, but we breathe on.
Locked behind these doors of wood and glass, may contain us, but we breathe on.
Gods forgotten children play in the schoolyard, rust and nails tear our flesh but we breathe on.
Faith is an empty notion when doubt is a mindstate, they may mold your mind to meet their expectations, forever changed, never releasing the repression deep within, we breathe on.
The children run through the halls banging buckles on the lockers, someone will be at the head of that mob, covering, cowering, fighting to keep the steel fixtures from tearing away thier humanity, the boy lays there limp, flesh swollen, and mouth bleeding, can you feel his passion, the boy is forever changed, but he breathes on.
Snickers and laughs in the chapel, the pastor holds the attention, now everyone stares, looking at him as if he is the devil...and he breathes on.
Now a man, no more than a boy, no more than the same blood spilled a million times, for a million smiles, forever changed, forever scarred, forever pessimistic, cold and calus his heart beats, but feels no pain, no joy, no happiness, no sorrow. The boy has grown waery and weak but yet has the strength of a man and a mind thats weathered the storm. MMedication, Sedation, Meditation, Masturbation, repeat till death.
Life is a mystery that left him back in the hallowed halls of the house that man built for GOD. Its a shame that the footprints left in the sand didnt show children in tow.
Cease
Purge the evolution of the pig
Purify his soul are you kosher in the eyes of Christ
Create a thought
So we can drown it in our holy excuse we call life
Cease to believe and become filth
You’re a thorn in my side
A crown of lust we’ve created
A miracle in the making
Sarcasm
Were you faking
Satisfaction was your payment disguised in satire
A pun of an excuse
Created to confuse individuals
Word of mouth
A scary fucking scenario
LOL
It’s hard to commit silence with your mouth wide open
So paint a picture with your corpse and title it incomplete
Your only half the man you use to be
GOD HELP US
A hollow sound with “Quote un Quote”
Acoustic sounding vibe
We have been programmed to walk and never miss a beat
But dance with the devil
Cause Christians only sing
And it’s hard to sing along
When the mass speaks in tongue
I’m lost in translation
But can’t find the script
(It’s all in your mind)
Like an abstract acid trip
Chemically produced
Over spoken word
Absurd
TELL GOD I SAID HELLO
The noise may drown us, but we breathe on.
Locked behind these doors of wood and glass, may contain us, but we breathe on.
Gods forgotten children play in the schoolyard, rust and nails tear our flesh but we breathe on.
Faith is an empty notion when doubt is a mindstate, they may mold your mind to meet their expectations, forever changed, never releasing the repression deep within, we breathe on.
The children run through the halls banging buckles on the lockers, someone will be at the head of that mob, covering, cowering, fighting to keep the steel fixtures from tearing away thier humanity, the boy lays there limp, flesh swollen, and mouth bleeding, can you feel his passion, the boy is forever changed, but he breathes on.
Snickers and laughs in the chapel, the pastor holds the attention, now everyone stares, looking at him as if he is the devil...and he breathes on.
Now a man, no more than a boy, no more than the same blood spilled a million times, for a million smiles, forever changed, forever scarred, forever pessimistic, cold and calus his heart beats, but feels no pain, no joy, no happiness, no sorrow. The boy has grown waery and weak but yet has the strength of a man and a mind thats weathered the storm. MMedication, Sedation, Meditation, Masturbation, repeat till death.
Life is a mystery that left him back in the hallowed halls of the house that man built for GOD. Its a shame that the footprints left in the sand didnt show children in tow.
Cease
Purge the evolution of the pig
Purify his soul are you kosher in the eyes of Christ
Create a thought
So we can drown it in our holy excuse we call life
Cease to believe and become filth
You’re a thorn in my side
A crown of lust we’ve created
A miracle in the making
Sarcasm
Were you faking
Satisfaction was your payment disguised in satire
A pun of an excuse
Created to confuse individuals
Word of mouth
A scary fucking scenario
LOL
It’s hard to commit silence with your mouth wide open
So paint a picture with your corpse and title it incomplete
Your only half the man you use to be
GOD HELP US
A little Known Fact About Nothing
I’m selfish but deserving, in a concerning way
I’m a train wreck, still on track
I’m a fact, but I’ve been known to be wrong
I’m a lover, who’s still aroused by song
(Let’s get it on)
I’m a freedom fighter with one love, me
A medicated zombie, who survived abortion
But was affected by disease
Sort of ironic, in an I told you so sort of way
Smear it in your face and call it disgrace
I’m a chalk line, for a body that’s yet to be traced
A dead in your face type approach
I’m an ashtray full of roaches, watch as I get you high
Exhale poetically
I’m a picture perfect poet; with a fuck you and I know type penmanship
I’m the fatal aftershock, of my mother and fathers 1 minute earthquake
Way to go dad very heroic
Make me leave me you should receive an Emmy for acting like such a pitiful man
I’m an over watched reality show, could someone turn me off
I’m that bitter taste tequila left behind, better chase me with a lemon I’m 28 and short on time
I’m your TV dinner, but you have to supply the tray
Catch my drift I’m selfish
I walk, talk, and speak for myself; I eat, shit, and sleep by myself
I’m lonely but refuse to change
Therefore, if you want me you have to rearrange
An I’m not into lifestyles, I’m a Trojan man a lay down let me take control type of man
A trend that never ended
A one hit wonder still pretending
Such a surreal life
A talk show host, and I’m the guest
I know all about me
I’m selfish in a deserving way
A little know fact about nothing
Living the American dream
A studio apartment with cable TV
Two jobs and neither coincide with my associate’s degree
A disappointment not only to me
Sorry parents didn’t mean to waste your money
Better you than me
I’m determined to be nothing and at least that’s something
Sometimes I wonder,
Why smoke, why dream, why do these things that just always seem to be the wrong things?
Everyones in my corner yet still waiting for me to fall, fall not fail, im incapable of failing.
But the for the most part its still a race to the finish, when will it end, no telling?
Stuck, fucked, and been down on my luck, hard times fall just as fast as an anvil, yet still hit the ground same time as a feather, cant tell where the final destination is but i can see the weather.
Black clouds, rolls of thunder followed by crashes of natures fury ,stil writhing 2 many wrongs are still able to be right.
Another sleepless night, even though i had 8 hours sleep, subconsciensely im tired, and still in this waist deep.
There are no lines between angels and insects just wings, and mine are so corroded and scabbed i cant flap, so why sing?
Life is a journey, not an adventure, keep your bullshit core commercials for the kiddies, im stuck in this rainy city, have no pity, have no hope, just stuck down on my luck, wheres that fuckin rope?
A little known fact about nothing is more than what i got, what i got is clout and steam, lots of smoke and pot.
Come to think of it i have alot more than air in my lungs, so maybe there is hope.
I just woke up from a 2 year dream, kids , wife, new home, nice things. was i asleep and how long was i out?
My dreams are my realities and thats all i have to be happy about!
I’m a train wreck, still on track
I’m a fact, but I’ve been known to be wrong
I’m a lover, who’s still aroused by song
(Let’s get it on)
I’m a freedom fighter with one love, me
A medicated zombie, who survived abortion
But was affected by disease
Sort of ironic, in an I told you so sort of way
Smear it in your face and call it disgrace
I’m a chalk line, for a body that’s yet to be traced
A dead in your face type approach
I’m an ashtray full of roaches, watch as I get you high
Exhale poetically
I’m a picture perfect poet; with a fuck you and I know type penmanship
I’m the fatal aftershock, of my mother and fathers 1 minute earthquake
Way to go dad very heroic
Make me leave me you should receive an Emmy for acting like such a pitiful man
I’m an over watched reality show, could someone turn me off
I’m that bitter taste tequila left behind, better chase me with a lemon I’m 28 and short on time
I’m your TV dinner, but you have to supply the tray
Catch my drift I’m selfish
I walk, talk, and speak for myself; I eat, shit, and sleep by myself
I’m lonely but refuse to change
Therefore, if you want me you have to rearrange
An I’m not into lifestyles, I’m a Trojan man a lay down let me take control type of man
A trend that never ended
A one hit wonder still pretending
Such a surreal life
A talk show host, and I’m the guest
I know all about me
I’m selfish in a deserving way
A little know fact about nothing
Living the American dream
A studio apartment with cable TV
Two jobs and neither coincide with my associate’s degree
A disappointment not only to me
Sorry parents didn’t mean to waste your money
Better you than me
I’m determined to be nothing and at least that’s something
Sometimes I wonder,
Why smoke, why dream, why do these things that just always seem to be the wrong things?
Everyones in my corner yet still waiting for me to fall, fall not fail, im incapable of failing.
But the for the most part its still a race to the finish, when will it end, no telling?
Stuck, fucked, and been down on my luck, hard times fall just as fast as an anvil, yet still hit the ground same time as a feather, cant tell where the final destination is but i can see the weather.
Black clouds, rolls of thunder followed by crashes of natures fury ,stil writhing 2 many wrongs are still able to be right.
Another sleepless night, even though i had 8 hours sleep, subconsciensely im tired, and still in this waist deep.
There are no lines between angels and insects just wings, and mine are so corroded and scabbed i cant flap, so why sing?
Life is a journey, not an adventure, keep your bullshit core commercials for the kiddies, im stuck in this rainy city, have no pity, have no hope, just stuck down on my luck, wheres that fuckin rope?
A little known fact about nothing is more than what i got, what i got is clout and steam, lots of smoke and pot.
Come to think of it i have alot more than air in my lungs, so maybe there is hope.
I just woke up from a 2 year dream, kids , wife, new home, nice things. was i asleep and how long was i out?
My dreams are my realities and thats all i have to be happy about!
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