Monday, May 31, 2010

"The Argument with Al Greene playing in the Background"  

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Some things just happen. Some things take you places. Some things can take a few minutes while this stupid thing will haunt me for a long time. Some of my favorites take but seconds but the ones that are fun would be those that involve getting lost and finding ways out. Can't explain ...... but each one has a life of it's own.

I have the Live at Leeds album by the Who on currently.

Friday, May 28, 2010

A Love Song (Byte-me-Bitch)

When you gonna see me?
I’m so alone
Missing you baby
I wish you’d phone
Since you been gone
Things ain’t been the same
Fall apart
When I hear your name
So come on down, come on down, come on down
Never knew the gutter could be so low

Standing in the mirror
Futures in my hand
You been seeing
Another Man
Future in my hand
And I haven’t got a clue
Why that man’s futures
Inside of you
So come on down, come on down, come on down
Never knew the gutter could be so low

Don’t worry about it baby
Ain’t nothin’ but a thing
Hell, it ain’t like
You’re wearing my ring
Not to worry momma
I’ll play the clown
While you go fuckin every dick in town
So come on down, come on down, come on down
Never knew the gutter could be so low

Standing in the doorway
Pistol in my hand
Had no future
Made no plans
Girl on the corner
Gives it up for pay
Sound of her voice
Driving me insane
So come on down, come on down, come on down
Never knew the gutter could be so low

Thursday, May 27, 2010

If only you could've seen me then
 Such a sight to behold
Just to see who I was.
And that I was not always old.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Monochromatic 230x30 piece in Holbein Acrylagouache grey scale. subject: Daryl Waltrip's Mountain Dew #11 Olds from late 70's or early 80's. I did this a long long time ago and I don't feel like doing anything tonight. Picture is shot through glass with an iPhone. One day I will do it right. I have to clean the house so no art, no poetry and no intellectual endeavors. Just in case someone is actually out there I will do a little something. 

There was this man from Nantucket ........ 
He had to clean his house
But he was on effing face book all night
And the people came over the next day
The house was a sty
The dishes weren't done
They thought he was crazy
He was not crazy
He was just on Facebook
"No" they said "You are Crazy"
No, I was on Face Book
"No ... you are crazy on drugs"
No, I was on Facebook
"This is an intervention, it is for your own good"
No, I was on Face Book, Hey! get me a coke, will ya?
"No this is an intervention, your insane, your on drugs, this is for your own good, we are afraid you will hurt yourself."
No, I was on face book, see, I will stop, please don't take me away,
I was on Facebook!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

A lot that's cast
upon a sea
White and foaming
Lost, adrift,
deep, green
Cold and sullen 
faces mask 
the hollow stares
that stone me.

Words are said
without a thought
Something I do
quite alot
can't explain
paid the cost
Now I understand
 a loss
that stoned me.

So now
let the end begin
In his name
we gather in
to find he
who's without sin
To find a rock
from deep within
And stone me

Monday, May 24, 2010

We don't listen
to what is said
We don't say
whats in our head
We deny, turn away 
So at the end of day
Now I lay me down to sleep
Conscience clear, conscience clean

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Gentle is the touch

and soothing is the voice
of one familiar

Around the corner
is a place to call home

Friday, May 21, 2010

I still have souvenirs of my visits to Shiloh, Chicamauga and Murfreesboro. It's sad that these grounds will be lost to uban sprawl. How strange would it be to hear these hallowed names reflected in the subdivisions and apartment complexes taking their place? Growing up was great. The bronze statues, old Parrot Cannons sitting single file in the warmth of a summer day. The feel of a thousand souls, young men who had not been more than a few miles from their home, haunting a field of grass and dew. Rows upon rows of headstones with the end dates all the same. My parents use to take us as kids. Dad loved to drive. I still hold on to the curiosities of these days. I replay it over and over hoping I will one day know, knowing I never will. 

Thursday, May 20, 2010

We live our lives at best

To slave this hallowed mortal shell

                               In the years and through its days,

a life that I've created
                                      lies scattered, broken
in decay as I grew to be them.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

as a martyr
growing tired
reflecting life
ask, "was I right?"
"did I do it right?"
"did it matter?"
Comes as she wills
I make walls
Build them high,
Build them strong,
yet she still comes
my eyes close
like before a punch
telling myself,
"you have control"
but life comes as she wills
reflection ends
Toss the cigarette to the ground
and underfoot
it dies and I move on 

Tuesday, May 18, 2010


In beauty I settle
I rest my head
Touch with hands
Loose myself
I stand in shadow
I peer, gaze
not so much wanting
not so much lusting
that's what it's there for
to hate
to dispise
to ask of God, why not I.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

It was only yesterday, 
tomorrow had not come,
Did not want this hope to end,
Yet somehow, 
a rotation of this earth,
one rise and set of sun
Left me braced against the cold,
 with memories undone. 
I wish again to know her name
She said the child was mine
Left them on a sandy beach
Where waves erased my crime
Yet it was only yesterday
a yesterday of mine.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

And we dance the dance........eternally:)

Wednesday, May 12, 2010


I am starting to loose the image. This is important when thinking about the painting as a whole. It is still close to going nowhere. Not being a big fan of my stuff, I would not be suprise if this goes on for a while then one I take a brush and cover the whole thing. Maybe leave the hand. When it dries, I will put a workable varnish on it, give it a uniform look and take it from there.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

I often fail
At being profound.
I like paintings
That give words.
Basquiat, Jasper Johns
Or people like Klimt who,
In my profound opinion,
See the need to lead.
There is little more powerful
Than the image of the word.
If I master anything 
It would be
For me
To be able
To say something
........ and .......  
Someone think about it.  

Monday, May 10, 2010


Monday - screw it .......

Sunday, May 9, 2010


Second day working on this piece. There are some problems that are starting to come up. One of these is that it is starting to stiffen up. Second is, I have not a clue what I am trying to say. This is getting close to the worse point in my "creative process". It could also be the most rewarding. There are great artists out there that are disciplined through the entire process. These people deserve respect. I never could master that much control. Of course, I do not consider myself a master but I like some of the things I do.

Saturday, May 8, 2010


It's late, what time is it? Will I be right when the time comes? When they look back will I be seen? It's late and there's things to do. They dash forward looking at themselves and occasionally glance back to see where they've been. Should time allow will they look around? Will I been seen? There is so much to see, so much to look at. 

Friday, May 7, 2010


There's a state that one one tries to find where instinct takes over, your mind is of single focus and your movements flow through the brush. You are not concerned about anything because the paint will do what is intended. That's when it's fun. It becomes for you and only you. It's the journey and it's in the moment. The outside world melts away. You know not hunger, cold or have need of anything. A perfect nirvana, zen or meditation if you need a reference. It's being in the zone. Time stands still and when you are finished there is Peace. Once you've been there and you realize that's where you want to go, it gets easier to revisit.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

05/05/2010 Cinco de Mayo

First day on a Black, White (and Yellow) acrylic, 20x30, no name ... unfinished. I've been away from the office and had homework,furthermore,it's getting much too late and my ramblings will just have to continue another time. I am still working but photo time is becoming tougher to attain. Thanks for your patience, now go clean your closets ........