The Paper Gun Revolution

Compliant Pollution

2009-06-07T11:59:00.000-07:00

Give life...

to all the tongues that are tied,
between the lines that divide
your swagger and your goodbyes.

They don't make sense.

But neither does the way
we put the gloves on and complain
about the fairness of the game
yet we all want to sing along...

(unfinished)

Perpetual Bliss

2009-06-07T11:54:00.000-07:00

The taste
of your kiss
on my lips
and the curve
of your hips
leave me haunted
and warm
in perpetual bliss

still it pales to compare to the world that we know
where the love in our hands melts the sun and the snow
give it up, let me out
set me free to this life
where we bury the fear and give birth to the light
that's inside of our hearts
let it shine on for days
and let's waltz through this world
on the sounds of the lives that we change...

+ / -

2008-12-19T11:20:00.000-08:00

It appears the magnetic pulls of this universe are more complicated (effective) than I had first thought. For years I have galloped along a familiar horse, riding my thoughts into each new day, excepting the greater forces of nature as my own yellow brick road. Yet this past week has shown me in great force the sublime hidden among my subtle reality. As the smallest electrical current can change the very fabric of existence, I too have felt an electric wave pulsing through my from. A brash attempt at polarity that I do not welcome lightly. You see exactly ten days ago I was in a different place, metaphorically speaking, literally speaking, whatever gives you more comfort, but the truth be that I was vibrating on a very heavy (+) frequency. This electric womb was warm, caring, giving, selfless and filled with a euphoric happiness that constantly recharged me. I felt more powerful than I have ever before and it was the ease of use that was the best part. I was wrapped in the loving coils of my environment, and became part of the synergy that was constantly blossoming.

It felt great.

Now let's catch back up to present day. My return home (loose word usage here) has not gone by unnoticed. There is a current here which I am just starting to be wise to, and I don't like it. It's everywhere. The people, the place, the collective unconscious, all wrapped in a massive (-) charge. At first I was unaware of the vibrations and felt myself slowly being unwound into this viral network. I was feeling always tired, having bad dreams, losing steam. But after what I would consider a subconscious intervention (nightmare) I have finally found the light that I was slowly and blindly losing. Good riddance I must say. You can all keep it to yourself. You can have your cynicism, your pessimism, your defeatism, your indifference and backwards tolerance for negative thought. I got way better shit to do. This place is supposed to be the progressive side, yet after some time away I see it for all the sad elitism it creates. No one ever changed the world without action so enjoy your constant, worthless critiques while I paint you underneath the primer and give life back to these feet. It's time to move on, even if I have to walk the whole way, I am comforted by the fact that I know exactly where I need to go.

Fall Out From Space

2008-12-12T00:11:00.000-08:00

I'm so jealous...

Boards of Canada
-Dayvan Cowboy

Hands Of The Sleepy Master

2008-12-03T17:58:00.000-08:00

Excerpt:

"This page would sit empty forever had guilt not worn me down. You see these hands often don't receive the work they truly deserve. Often I feel it is more important to ponder all that could be, rather than create all that should. In the end it only seems to bring me a head full of wet cement and an empty canvas. These fingers left aching for a chore or a pen to cry through. Make no mistake, I know damn well the error of my ways, yet this cyclical demise I constantly lubricate with indecision seems somewhat familiar, too much like home. If only I could escape that which I know to be my captor, yet the face of my burden wears the same fears as my own. Helpless to my own dreams it is a constant pilgrimage I fear I cannot live without. Carrying the torch that will light the pyre of my future to the bed in which I will lay. Around and around forever..."

Sing In The Shallows

2008-12-02T16:33:00.000-08:00

We wait in the halls of uncertainty
to bide our time on our beliefs
Our intuitions lead us to a higher calling
while you deface us in the streets
Still we tread further through the willows
and march ourselves into the sea
the waves crash against our tired bones
but our spirits remain free

Don't blink, don't breath
hold your hands out in open warmth
take the knowledge that you gather from this stream
and lay it deep in your heart
keep it safe among the light
and wear it proudly on your sleeve
and as the water washes over you
be thankful for what you reap

I Was On A Mountain

2008-11-06T21:03:00.000-08:00

I was hanging on by a little thread.
Just minutes before I was on a mountain.
I screamed "I can see all."
The ground broke from the sound.
It was all built on nothing.
And the pretty lights down below
Begged me to just let go;
To let myself be condemned;
To start again.

I opened up my aching hands.
I went down like an avalanche.
I took with me the things I found.
I used them to help slow me down,
And start again.

Caution: the solid ground that you
Are on will slide from under you

-Hot Water Music

The Curse of the Creative Mind

2008-10-28T14:40:00.000-07:00

He laughs with his eyes closed
that way they can't see that inside he's really scared
the openness around him swallows him up
catching him in a cloud of uncertainty
the vastness of it all is so white that it nearly blinds him
it pulls the air from his lungs and holds him captive
keeping him from what he knows best
taunting him with his own fate

"where am I?" he asks.

The question my friend, is "who are you?"
for yesterday and tomorrow I will know your name
But today is different.
Today no words may escape your lips
and the color in your eyes is hidden behind your fear
you decide your own fate, and this day you have decided to fall
For all your knowledge, for all your life, this day you have nothing
no hands to hold out
no voice to catch fire
a body to no host
you have been stripped of your brushes that paint this world
So now, here in the dark
I must ask again,

"who are you?"

The immensity of the question gathers in his gut
washing away the comfort that he took so for granted
eyes up and hands down
this fate he can no longer contain
The answer he seeks is not an answer to be found

The answer was already there

Growing fatter on his tongue
filling his mouth with courage
the white around him turning blue
he spoke with the gods of his own acceptance and relaxed into his new skin

"Me? For I am nothing.
My emptiness is my greatest strengh
And to this world the greatest gift
Stripped of myself, of my being
I become a naked canvas ripe for the colors of this world"

Well then friend,
you better stop staring in the mirror and get to painting.

F(artist)

2008-10-26T23:42:00.000-07:00

What is this term Aritst? To what honors does said title really carry? Some altered sense of purpose in life to know things more closely than others know things? To embrace the undercurrents of dialogues within the skin of these existences? These timepieces that cask away the minutes holding us captive to our perceptions of it all?

Water runs South when you pour it from the North they say. I refute that the more enlightened truth is that all things must run somewhere.

I think it means to live the life you want to live. That is true artistry. To say fuck off to the easy way out and stay the course you've never been able to deny. Why give up what mother nature was so kind to grant you - curioustiy, excitement, and the power to learn infinitely. The artist might be the supreme being in hiding. Carrying an unbreakable will to do that which they were meant to do. Nothing more, nothing less.