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Artists are
puppets that move in the same few directions
over and over again
in order to create something that makes
your mind
go in every direction
they see everything
from their table stand
to buy or sell
that is the question
to create
or hallucinate
imagining that you are a part
of society just because
you’re in it
contributing nothing
could be okay
an artist
don’t buy
adorn your hell
make it pretty
with your desires and wondrous thoughts of possibility
live in a paradise of intentions
reflected from pieces of art
the intention to love
the intention to grow
the intention to stand upside down
and live in a different world this way
be more beautiful
than anything you’ve seen
this side of illuminated
if you only imagine
you cannot create
then there will be nothing
when you are gone
and no one will remember you
as if you never existed
you were merely put into existence
move your paint
your ink
your arms
your instruments
life must evaporate
to show that it’s renewable
of value
sweat it out
excrete your desires on canvas
if you have to
squeeze out your soul
your impossibilities

How to Start a Revolution

There’s a girl
her guitar
on the street
staring blankly at me
the guitar
that is…
and I heard
a voice say
in between her
cacophonous notes
and wanna’ be happy
is not
a reality
it’s an illusion
that we create
when we want to make
appear out of thin air
that was never there
talent is an art
that thing
that reflects beauty
in the actual making of it
reflects toil
and patience
dedication to your heart
Mamie Till
They sound so soothing
like bandaids over
a flaming hot pulsating wound
leaving it’s impressions on them
bandaids are perfected things
that must be replaced
and then
I respond
to the voice
who are you?
and the voice says
your heart
and the pulsating of the wound
made the guitarist’s song
ever more
in its persistence
to be beautiful
Thank Goodness for all
of those people
who know
that talent
is not real
does not
out of thin air
it’s made
Getting familiar
with discomfort
is how you start
your art
a revolution

How I write


How I write is hardly a way that people should emulate, but I’ll give it to you, as something is always better than writing nothing at all. For me, it has always been about scraps of paper. There’s something about being given a large 8.5×11 or a fully blank computer screen that says absolutely nothing to me. But, a piece of scrap paper? Yes. When I look at it, I know my words are always going to spill over and that I’ll need another scrap of paper to complete that great thought that gets greater and greater with every word I add. And then, those scraps of paper will start to pile up so high that I get annoyed and run to an 8.5×11 to rid myself of the clutter. Those 8.5×11’s build up and scream “Create an outline! Organize your shit!” after a few pages. Then, I do. And, after I do, I see a book just waiting to be fleshed out from every sub-line under a chapter in the outline.

I mean really, you’ve got to start small. How else is a good idea going to become a great one? Do you think books just fall out of the sky? Do you think that writing is art? Yeh, sure, it’s art once it’s done and everything has been all cleaned up, accounted for, and filtered, or added. But, in its raw state, nothing is beauty. Nothing is art except the vision we have and work so hard to finally reach. You’ve got to work for it. So, in all honesty, I see no real way to write and you should know this. You just write. Just like you just cook and whatever spills wastingly, you clean it up and find a replacement. Whatever tastes off, you throw it out, and start over again, or like a canvas, paint over it until that bad taste in your soup disappears. Let’s face it. No matter how you approach writing, you’ll have to do work. You’ll have to work over it and over it and common sense will always guide you in the right direction as long as you listen.