also seen at my neat lil tumblr

i've been observing a lot of interesting humans and things on the internet over the past few months. of them steve roggenbuck's downloadhelveticaforfree project has amused me immensely. it's also sort of rubbed off on me/inspired me in that i am really enjoying transposing text over images. i find it absolutely hilarious and also evocative and thought provoking with the right juxtaposition. the person who calls her self frank hinton has also been on my radar as of late, as well as much of the online indie lit scene peoples. between the writers i have been observing, the 10,000 memes i'm exposed to on a daily basis, the traditional poets i've been reading, and my enjoyment of creative expression i feel as if this could be fun:


i've been toying around with simple photos i've taken (or in some cases not taken) and overlaying text over them. these are, as my poetry is, self-reflective in nature. i enjoy writing about all sorts of things, and 95% of my writing resides on my hard drive and in my journals. odd how that works out. i find that self-reflection is my most inspired form of expression, so hopefully that explains the use of my own face for most of these pictures. i'm really not a dick or asshole or narcissist. some of these actually seem self-loathing when i read them. think of this as a comic strip, and instead of creating a character i am the character. i'm literally making fun of/with myself. anywho, we'll see how many i post. i've been having a lot of fun with these  and have a stack of 300 photos from a photo shoot in the fall.


i hope these are found to be an enjoyable and maybe humorous viewing sensation for people. it will be an interesting and amusing outlet for self-expression for me so maybe i don't really care that much how i am perceived because i'm having fun ^-^

yo brain hey thoughts yo brain

thoughts.
as if high on caffeine they race
through my brain
sometimes meeting other thoughts
and sitting down for tea
they have so much energy
they keep running and rocking
and rolling and riding
the tea was not chamomile
my thoughts drank black tea
and are hyper in this brain
this brain, this brain, this brain is really a unique brain
as all brains are unique brains
this brain is having thoughts!
yo thoughts

i don't care
i care too much


but
humanity is still beautiful

haikus

a lust to create

innermost thoughts of the mind

fleeting; until writ

__________________________

digits trace, precise

feather tips o'er rosy flesh

burning passion streams

pneumatic, aroused

rubescent porcelain skin

mind screams in desire

pure lovers combine

blind in the throes of passion

sweat drenched and consumed

climax, skin cooling

arms drape and surround, his love

her angelic flesh

___________________________

a pleasant saudade

wispy clouds rise, it's nothing

pry off the brain's lid 

it's the not knowing that is the toughest
the silence
the cold silence

what did you say

fuck me with your pants on
fuck me with your dick all caught up
in the zipper
fuck me with your back arching to the sky
fuck me with your hand slapping my tight ass
fuck me with your blood bursting through your veins
fuck me with lustful rage
fuck me til the fields of promise are broken and used up
fuck me til the awakening sunrise is a sleep deprived distraction
fuck me til the harmonious stars are just lights in the sky
fuck me til the endless eternal ocean tastes only of salt and no more
fuck me til all your poetry turns to lecherous blabber

theory of relativity

i feel this longing
i feel this pull

as if your existence
in a city, in a town
in any place, at any moment
holds the weight of a sun-sized sphere.

nah, not sun-sized -
a blue giant, of the most immense mass -
like Rigel shining eternally through Orion.

towards this spot i am enticed,
for it is this spot in which you rest.

in proximity to it my heart beats faster,
time ceases to exist as i have come to know it,
the laws of the universe shift,
an infinite calmness pervades,
and i am drawn into your very core.