"Heaven has a road, but no one travels it; Hell has no gate, but men will bore through to get there."

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Density of Soul

Fear cannot touch me,
It can only taunt me.
It cannot take me-
Just tell me
Where to go.

I can either follow,
Or stay in my bed.

I can hold onto
The things that I know.

The dead stay dead,
They cannot walk.
The shadows are darkness,
And darkness can't talk.

You told me about what you called the light in darkness-
About how life was neither good or bad, but a combination of both
And occasionally good things pop up in the middle of tragedy,
But they still don't make tragedy go away.
They can't protect you. They're just light.
But what you didn't say is that sometimes,
Certain people can be a light in the darkness.
There are some people in this world who are worth saving
When other people decide they shine the wrong kind of light
On the wrong kind of things.
You have been and will always be my light in the darkness.
I love you.

Rocks rot. Only the chant remains.
But overhead, the moon is always beaming.

What fires burn the heart,
From which God did these agonies start?
Our cobwebs strung from death to death
Are too thin-
Our lies the greatest sin.

I will hold you, child not yet born,
And tell you not to forget,
But not to know.
You will soon be dense with memory
And your memory dense with souls.
What fires burn the heart?
From which god did these agonies start?

I hold you, child not yet born,
Yet I am not your god.
Ask me not to stop the pain.
The lies I'll offer,
You need not gain.
I cannot tell you how or why.
I can only teach you
That this world
Calls for you to cry.

-Christopher Rice,
Density Of Souls

Saturday, January 29, 2011

"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination."

-John Keats

The Path

Lightening flashes, sparks shower, in one blink of your eyes you have missed seeing.
When the mind is enlightened, the spirit is freed and the body matters not.
You must complete the journey you have begun.
Only then will you be able to find the Great Path.
Release your burden.
One cannot reach enlightenment by running from death.
Many roads lead to the Great Path, but only the willing will find their way.
The river tells no lies, though standing on the shore, the dishonest man still hears them.
The future is never certain, but you saved many without regard for your own life.
You can never reach enlightenment if you do not believe you are worthy!
Because it is so clear, it takes a long time to realize it...
If you immediately know the candlelight is fire, the meal was cooked a long time ago.
The success or failure of your deeds does not add up to the sum of your life.
Your Spirit cannot be weighed.
Judge yourself by the intention of your actions,
And by the strength with which you faced the challenges that have stood in your way.
The Universe is vase, and we are so small...

There is only one thing we can ever truly control-
Whether we are good, or whether we are evil.
Anyone can reach enlightenment-
Anyone prepared to open their mind as you did when you began.
Walking the Path brings great responsibility.
You cannot fear it nor hesitate in your resolve.

Oracle at Delphi

I feel like the Oracle at Delphi-
Hanging out with Zeus upstairs,
But absent in the world.
Capable only of riddled signals
From my ant to you the ants.
Filling the void of mystery too soon
Floods the interstices
Between solidly accepted experiences,
Delaying the inquisit of the mind
Into infinity.

-Lawrence Rutherford

Vampire Mantra

"Be gone from me, oh mortals who are pure of heart.
Be gone from my thoughts,
Oh souls that dream great dreams.
Be gone from me, all hymns of glory.
I am the magnet for the damned.
At least for a little while.
And then my heart cries out,
My heart will not be still,
My heart will not give up,
My heart will not give in-
The blood that teaches life will not teach lies,
And love becomes again my reprimand, my goad, my song."

-Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

believe it

waiting for too many calls
that will not come
please call
even for just a quick
i live you
and whatnot
deeply situated in mock purgatories
too exhausted for crying
too exhausted for crying tonight
meet me here tonight
by wire
by any means
just meet me and marry my isolation
obliterate it and damn it to where it belongs
get me out of this place
as soon as is humanely possible
the impossible
should become me
become you
marry my discontentment
and make me cry
i'll love you for it
i promise
i love you already
no matter what

believe it

smoke yourself sick
thinking of me
difficult decisions
and whatnot
below you lives
an attractive young man
do you know him
torn by trusty
wood and plaster
built for disaster
prison bars
there he goes again
hiding behind the glass
or not
camouflaged sensitivity
unbeknownst to him

and you who
lives in a department store window
a mannequin
given too much credit
unredeemed you
behave exactly
as a good little woman should
but by day
molten wax
reveals merely
another layer
of 21st century
american dream
"good morning
mrs. cleaver
how do you do?"
it's all very commercial
really don't let them
fool you for a moment

you're a genius, baby.


Cold and Grey

RoPa Wicker Man

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Friday, January 21, 2011

Bimbo Bear...

... wants to squeeeeze you!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

My theme song...


Not so lucky...

My best Christmas gift- artistry courtesy of Pam Frederick

Parrot-al Approval Required

No Left...

Obviously city workers in Chicago have little sense of irony in their

placement of traffic signs. So much for progressive liberal politics in
the hood.


Tyrue "Slang" Jones's mural for the Violet Hour