The Moving White Wall

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aI3eJ7PWTVg&t=882s 

Made this for a project 4 years ago when I was graduating.  My roommate was making a short film and I somehow got the lead role.  He filmed it silent and black and white.  I got all the footage and made this edit based on the multitude of ways to affect the same outcome.  I made the score too. 

Spurkyurkar Lurk

No connection just texting

Sweet release
Fingers hitting screens
A thorough message
It's not a connection
It's just texting
Really just a few pokes
A pun and apple cider floats
It's where the leaves left off
Crisp new light
Clinch a few pint
Is it made up
A few soft spoken lips clench a consonance
Beauty is a thing
Free spirit here he brings
Jugs for solace
Mountains over malice
The chance to set strike win
A hula hoop sucked into the wind
I'm a cinder block
I find hotter
Open wide sip stir it sounder
Loom over I say
Move farther
The opposites retract enact my last synapse
Hum for the home runs
A crack a whip lips holding back a split tongue
A mission I'm wishing
But a shipment is missing
The payload over sprung
I'm no one hold them sun
Glare gets the best of me
My eyes wreak of telepathy
The only time is right now
Letters vibrate and play with my nervous system
They own real estate the meanest sister
Grumpy habits nice itch slap it
Ponder over bad manners
Leave your chair bent over
When families chipping boulders
I'm older a sore comb over of years blown somber
Let up for air chilled staring at stairs
It's just hours it's only hair.

Dual innocense

Dual innocence
Smooth skin whimpering behind a shattered pane
A mile I gained It must be easier to walk with love
Then to hold it
You know it till your open and honest
Felt like a god damn mosh pit
It hit me in the stomach It began into nothing and morphed into something
Sorry it didn't change my perspective
It resurrected a certain essence
I call jaded
I call blessings
I used to be anorexic but a smiles worth messes a number one chess piece
I moved diagonal but I felt light headed
I jumped over you and I dropped slight weathered
I'm in bed under endings
Grown up in these embers
I have trembles when I can't predict an outcome
I haven't had them in recent memory a few years a pennies slave
A musical cave where the single ladies stay
Paint an object call it bonsai
Open with a message
Find the clues to this weave of words Just to close to see it all fit
Move back to whence I came Identical position of nest and egg
Trepidation swallows the roof The flood catches all in noose
Deems us all loose through and through
Wings made from rope sink and let float
The vibrations are culmination of facts and flirts
I was in culture the year of my birth
I went onward from sun rise to turf
I'm left dwindled ready to start a flame
The name I rest on

Words displayed anonymously

We all thought we felt the pressure
I think I have an ear infection
Or a tick infestation
I'm related to most relations
I'm paved in even when I'm deep
I'm caved in
So sad when the beads ruin your turn
Flow fast through the right window blur
Blow up a coconut
Bust next to motion
Stainless steel left a commotion
String a web like you would a guitar
Tune your face so much out get too far
Fall asleep wishing dark hues
Wake up next to a blue moon
Make up after abuse
Call me a crank and I'll thank you with a loose shake
My hands are wires a new moment too late
Say names out loud like they sound good together
Murmur swears when surrounded by bad weather
Whether or not you read this
Or make believe Jesus
The words are stamps
The prints are grooved
The scenery half wood the other good news
The frame hung low
My brain hung lower
The bottom the lowest the moment an interview led wish
Know what you knew before you've known it
Rewrite time and rewrite novels
Objective subject
Mile an hour fast flea flicker justice enough suction
A must lunch in

What's a title?

I'm just working no one to lead
All by myself a new vision to believe
Stocking product removing byproduct to buy product
The money goes to hell
And my feet are stuck in the well
Old as a bell went for the girls
Found out I'm into rocks
Pick my pockets but don't let me out
Find the silver lining while I'm driving
Rip it out just to lie to me
Loved the moments when you despised me I'm a hero on a balcony
Posting pictures for the passive Calgary
A poet just to know it
Mop the bucket with service I try to see the flourish
Long lost friends with a blimp in their hands
I had a plan
I have a plan
I'm done doing the right stare
Not cute but under glare I guess
I have some hair It's not right it's not fair
The meaning So demeaning
The rotation is fleeting
I don't know quality just monsters yah see
Speak fluently in the moment
Guide with experiences
I'm a guy with mirrors
Looked up to but seen afar
Tired of fog lights and knick knacks
Might be burnt served with butter
A flutter of wings pass momentarily
Shift done steadily
I'm everything.

Fork yourself

The paths don't pass my way
The birds just fly away
The feathers fall to a hill
The hatchlings and their bills It's easy to see the exposition
When the main facts are fiction
And you only listened
All is lost through a hundred time lapse
And the memories collapse
The little boy in the bubble bath
Oh means misses moan Mona Lisa
Move down the stairwell
One by one
Pass the kitchen like a stoves on
Fume along don't hum this song
Now's the time to be alive
I'm sleeping
Yes I mean I'm missing
I'm really missing everyone
I'm a stone
The bones after death
The ash after next
The text says to dance
I'm way over my head
The words led
On to another
From a source one and the other
Possible when sure
Moments for Mir
The time left us
Their eyes traced my name
I think the idea knew nothing
The thought opened up something I'm open

Long labor

Really all that came to was a bright idea under lovely lamp light
Find the miracles and make sure the ash is white
Cut the cord be explored
Don't detest from a monarchs nest
Because the best is soon to come
And the mornings nearly done
I wrote the silver speckled sparrow
Flew over the moon
I'm a nuance with a mile
I threw it
To become that one faced trope
To be the one with the black jack
Found myself in Houston
Touching the limp side
Wait in for the road to become thin again
Like my lady's limbs
Witches try to look up to you
The more mixtures are just fixtures bolted to the wall
I'm a cunning illusionist living next to the urban crawl
I rather be simple
Find my body pick to it
Don't mind my numb thoughts
Better then my dumb love loss
Loped in the wind
Still can't get back up again
A wash.

Kaiser

The King is crowned and turned upside down
The years whittle you like a fiddle
And now you finally found yourself stuck in the middle
It's like birth and death
An afterthought of actions met
Like when you say words that you meant
When your piles filled with communal birds
I got to learn to keep it to myself
Can't use to use don't want my conscious to think that way
I don't want death to enhance my life
The honor go see to thee
No I or we.
He stood up and walked like he's already seen that
He lies waiting for his place
Stayed away when he felt brave
Slept in a cage to behave
He could howl as a clue
Find a friend in opposites
And make it work
Outside turned inside could hardly see you through the snow
A face with an open joy
Eyes filled with poise
Guide me through the tunnel
I can't see the edges
I see a shape up ahead
I feel the air in my lungs
I long for longer days,
I wish I could search
Fenced in always forwards
Dragged along and called upon
Looked for
Head on slabs grin perched
Slumped over couldn't care none the wiser
Peace be with you
Kaiser

Stuck post love

You really think it's easy to let life go
A bag of bones pile up in front of your screen door
The years when they explored and you wanted more
And the legs starting filling up the lower two feet of our rooms
Ears always puckered up can hear right through
Can probably understand pain and our thrive for success
Reliant turned to honesty
Mom gave us all one so we had three
But it turned to a mass
It was hard to walk around
I'm to be last
But it was also hard to last in a space
Full of true moments overlapping explosions
They let you in and lay bare
They come for help passed the pass past out
Live longs for decay
A yard full of them soil turned to tombs
A kitchen lay a lineage
A constant from birth
Hope the trees never minded the piss
And I wish the animals knew they had it best
Waste away in misery no
Make a life and take it right
Our mascot is ending soon others will go
Let's look at the good times
Parade of fur and panting and being outside
Grace the occasion with joy
But the ducts full of sea water
The body loses strength
The muscle loss equals my memory plane
The place to dig around and discuss considerations
Relationships always split It's a hybrid
Pet ownership
Many memories stitched
Sleds and running away
Looking for answers during a rainy day
It's okay It's life love it's okay

A bridge

I think I might be tight roping
Even though when I look down the sidewalks all look to be one solid line
I breathe as I sway lazily
I happen to be fortunate
Just once when it's close to a drill
A project flopped towards the opposite
Composite outings open decisions eyes looked dim
Nope not a fluff I very much had enough but the bar is lowered under cuffs
Work your mornings to spoil a sorting
Hard lift come home blacksmiths
Power stance reflected off the office windows
The clouds swirl through the skyscrapers
Performed often judge it juggle ice melting hands tied
Loose focus sight maintained inspection
Peripheral people pose humble
Joust the words stirring
Maybe my feet could balance without the rope
Just a step to the side
Free falling for new ground
I know the difference from a slow wave to a low wage
I can feel it between my fingers
Loosely grasping for something bigger
I'm contacted by watchers
They see me in my shadow
They hope I'm still open
Not many have what it takes
To offer thanks when there baked
I'll do it because I'll do anything
Wedding rings to Palm Springs
Destination is in front
Months wait must take a liking to strange faces
Real money and hope stuck in your wallet
Only to be seen when organizing
So far from a few I found out the weather
With my skull fallen
Pass the news.

reflective lakes - reflective shades (full movie)

This took a full year from conception to completion.  It all started when Brad got out of a yoga retreat and I got back from my nephews first birthday.

Can I be excused?

Thinly lit dinners watching wicks burn through wax
Puddles form, entrees arrive, commence with knives out
Pass a plate and toss the napkin on your lip
Slick your hair back and glare over the food
Looking for the answer to a crossword puzzle
You barely understand
Even when you stand the edge isn't near
Pull up a chair it at will and it tends to tumble down the hill
Even though your presence sits still
You only need a few bucks for a loose thrill I just need a pack
Watching the wheels catch water
Moisture over barbers
Cut my hair grow it arson
I think the growth in communications outweighs the lonely equation
You equals lost light It's hard to see it but you know we are right I put the roll in my step
The cognitive foam aching up my arches
The branches looked stressed lines over lines
The weed line undressed into a meadow
The field grass turned to the sun wavered westward
Setting into cloudlessness
Blow breathes during armistices
Hope my mess is written to text So the best can't rid the next
Hopes float but the medium streaks menace
Long pause through strung songs
I wanted roses to become roads
Pictures to settle their message
It's supposed to be defense
Means most out of respect
Act slow out of reflex
It's abysmal trying to persuade with no hours

Mirages

When the one above pulls your sleeve off because their a rug
Got drugged out trying to make sense again
To in to be a better person
But it's worse when the worms missle guided on purpose
Even though it's all in order
All departments no borders
No treaties no expulsions
Last leg left back laid on thighs with surprise
Made nothing from my demise besides two open eyes
Two tones what's the definition while my guys losing his throne
Really it's just a bummer
All made family but all see better then me
Is it headed to the red
Do I shuffle farther from the ledge
I jump
I quit
I step down
I'm blitzed
I'm really just a miss with the distance of bliss
I wish
I messed up
I know
I've Never had to be coached just always be right
So I try and train but no train for I
I'm stuck at the station just waiting
Watching fellow passengers go to routes yet unseen
I'm sitting where I don't live
I'm posing two threats
I'm enjoying most webs
I'm struck by the scenery
I hope it's not mean to me because I mean who I am
I really do
I want to be a neutral space for distaste and rebates
See your friends till the end
A position is a superstition and what they tell just to say yes
You'll find yourself behind or in foreign locations
I'm only frustrated because I left something great
But I was caged in
I'll break you down and get you stocked
I'm a step further
I'll get you robbed
Bye job.

New blender

I'm searching for that new new
Sick of bubbles forced into one during the rumble
Surrounded by chunks of rubble
Dated back earths mantle
Back to back champs
Masks that yell out directions from a map
Blueprint stamps used for no news chants
Pick it up and open it
Fill the cup and pour into it
My chores revolve around painted porches
I heard
I listened
The gloss glistened intense subway kitchens
My drive ways from night to night
Because I swerve decisions
I try
I might
Inherit wisdom through strands of bands
What we deem culture
I suppose you know her
We broke up over hair pins
I get nervous it's on purpose
Smoke bellows below the sermon
Change up things made like things
Easy beings pretend to be stupid
And I knew this
Open through worship
Standing doors open sores lose my diction
Repeat the fiction tomorrow took a shower

I thought no I'm over

Is there love between two stars?
Or glances through the pass needs of passing cars.
Can life really be met or can it be spent under bar
I wish
I had the answers and the proximity
I thought
I had a clue but they all flew from me
The scraps of theories on relationships
How to convince strangers to like you
Fell from my pockets like loose dimes
I'm too small
I'm really too anything
So close from separate interview but my empty jars don't want it
The Petition came back signed by my hair teeth and eyes
I was hoping for participants
But I forgot to put on my pants and missed the date
I didn't really miss it if I'm ever late
Love is a debate
Give or take the morning after bake the hate for better taste
The good morning
The worried stare
The plucked hairs mutually
The boredom ensued permanently
The knees became locked
The joints all released simultaneously
The smell of ones breath
Wine coffee cigarettes
Most things happened undressed
No one to impress
Words dissect moments erased humility erect
Face the mistakes and bury the make
Soiled and elusive moments after
Mind bent posture limes spent stature

The things you find left behind

Fold a napkin into two
Put it between your four fingers and grasp
Wipe away the everlasting mess
See how much gets up in the first swipe
It's full of dead skin cells and ad sales
Before we got to it, the hallway was over filled
With coffee tables stacked on either walls
And a slew of coffee cups placed around the walk way
The view was irresistibly horrid It turned stomachs
It hurt two ways Filth and uncleanliness
Or
You remember when you had to climb over garbage bags of hand me downs and childhood nick knacks
The ones you sold for a new phone
The little memories come for even littler moments
You fleet And dodge the days that stack up
Each and every one
Hoping the start will drive difference
By repetition
With a new look
With being at a place until your being has a presence on that location that stays
Change dimensions
Turn the view a few
And squint your eyes like the sun is in your blind spot
The loss of sight drives for at least one solution
Control becomes meaningful if we can hide a harbor full of culture
A community works and waits
The streets run perpendicular
The compass is foreign
The directions written on printer paper left in the tray
Dangling
Now you're on your way

New ones form

From the distance on a rope
Braided with hope
Pulled tight with a grip
Made the strands twist
Made the tug snug
And now it lays as a rug
To the tether with a straight
The tension performed by henchmen
Blessing bestow messages
Excellence reflects essence
Time to key a sea ring
Dangle it
Like we dangle you
Two shoes no new new none too soon
The lines cross
And the spokes came off
The line a new you
Found the radian
Blew dreams like I'm ten again
Sew seeds to grow teams
So we can meet in the middle
No city no direction no misses no exits
Long lust livid jokes unforgiving
A new frame of mind A new name that isn't mine
A few crimes paid with a dime
A new time replaced the grime
We just built it in the sky
A few feet it's not that high
Know it all I've seen the fall
Good leafs bound to a cycle
Shaded me from the light
Let me sip my rum
Without the nuance of getting talked to
I'm an isolated incident
From the millennium celebrations
I witness the panic at a time when you have to be down on your luck to be less then what I am
A few pennies spent and a new memory went

To water during a storm

The metal bands of a wedding ring
The sites seen through a tv screen
The route blurred when we quit to talk
The mouths stirred under Christmas fog
Because the weight of the snow matched the lines on the road
The one we took for detour
Last spoke on the see saw
New thoughts on humility
Kept shut in a dinner room
Much luck waiting for lashes bloom
I think the feeling is close to a silhouette
Roaming naked through a mall outlet
Hearing whispers and skipping silver
A carp swam up the river
To meet A tree, my feet
Sprawled out on the tile floor
Webbed foot body pressing on a door
And arms to my side
The barber cut off my pride
Long hairs divided
Now no surprises
An uprise is what I eyed
It's what I saw
A hunkered down bicycle
Rusty pedals taken by the brush
The branches intertwined while the sunset slithered by
Two lights passed throughout
One source call it an only resource

Is it open?

Truly to look inside and be a neighbor
Is like four year olds committing misbehavior
It's safer then savior a and goal saves
A mirror of Minutemen a multitude of minor criminals
It's subliminal to distinguish from my interior
Even when the balls roll down the lane
The place isn't quiet
You'll find the science in everything
A molecular wedding ring
Gone just to drop even
Loved when I could relive in all the four seasons
Breaks between the intervals
Paragraphs in the margins
Lonely hills and an empty train
Pulling two miles all the same
I remember my moms face the first time I could drive
A few houses down
Laying clothing out to dry
The roads like pillows
The lawns begin when courage ends
Time is the culprit the men above hours
Linked to a fuse box plowing through the walls
Breathe the same air
Write a complaint out with no name
My dues are my duty
The clouds look identical
In a minute they'll be, my senses, dull
Share a lake with fake water
Open with a surprise
Open a window smell the shape
Honestly I'm over snakes
Sin is free
I am made

For the good ones

On occasion two things pass and don't respond
Loose lipped magnets lie waiting to attract
The sights we've seen and all that lasts
Mind the time but don't mine my mind
Lines and grime, new sock flew off choose often
Feel what you can even when you know it's wrong
Lust divides and sides with the slope
I'm mostly a friend wouldn't say the end
But perception bends at the will
The belt buckle opens pass it on look news
I wave down a hallway at an object
Pick and choose your own blues
But mines a lamp because light shows me that the dust stirs around the room
My feet stick like glue to the tile spun drudge
Now I'm catching balance phonetically
Sound it out who the hell are we
I
why did I slip out of my shoes
Left behind
Temptation is trivial when you want your slate so clean
Flirt around a table never turn it it was never stable
Bring in the friends and relatives
Eyes matching shirts all feel the same
I'm covered in trash horny and the games boring
I'm blowing up
Like the soothsayer sways I'm seeing enough to keep gods away
Crept to me like pests
Bound to me in a crest
It dangles from my chest and speaks
I'm a man I'm a man
I'll be damned if I let the liver squash the plans
I'm an okay dude with a skewed attitude
Like the rest
I'm screwed on a skew
And I ski when I flea
I'll play the pet peeve
Because I sleep with my knees
I bleed when I foresee
An accident
Like the back it went around
And a round shape shows me a cassette tape
Of the old things they made
The dreams that behaved.

It's difficult

I'll try and pass the carrots
Buddha would just touch my hand
Real on imaginary actions
The fork could hardly pierce roots
So thick with age
The tell tale stage, once awaken
Now it's better when baked
Butter in between a few
Better remember the difference between you
The last you I saw and the new one that called
Days past but the orders the same
Lies last when feelings are supposed to
The two deck it out anyways
Because there can only be one
The truth and the try
The months that passed as we just sighed
I'm no middle man but I better plan to hold back a few hands
But mostly its just words
They think they mean something in the burbs
They think they hold power
They hold less then flowers
They mean a mess but don't float
Lost in last second
This firmly lit picture
Put between binding
Your between brides
Mountainous eyes drove home the answer
Through a small wave of gnats
Flown in your personal space
Mostly between your eyes and ears
The friends that are just a presence
Swallow up your senses
Who is going to drive me home now?
No one in better shape
The shape of a grape
The taste in a shower
The momentum of clearance
The depth in a collection of memories
The waste of actions and the sight of a face
Tempered humility winded looking over a cliff
Sees two years already old

There's a few over for dinner

I'll try and pass the carrots
If Buddha would just touch my hand
Real on imaginary actions
The fork could hardly pierce roots
So thick with age
The tell tale stage, once awaken
Now it's better when baked
Butter in between a few
Better remember the difference between you
The last you
I saw and the new one that called
Days past but the orders the same
Lies last when feelings are supposed to
The two deck it out anyways
Because there can only be one
The truth and the try
The months that passed as we just sighed
I'm no middle man but I better plan to hold back a few hands
But mostly its just words
They think they mean something in the burbs
They think they hold power
They hold less then flowers
They mean a mess but don't float
Lost in last second
This firmly lit picture
Put between binding
Your between brides
Mountainous eyes drove home the answer
Through a small wave of gnats
Flown in your personal space
Mostly between your eyes and ears
The friends that are just a presence
Swallow up your senses
Who is going to drive me home now?
No one in better shape
The shape of a grape
The taste in a shower
The momentum of clearance
The depth in a collection of memories
The waste of actions and the sight of a face
Tempered humility winded looking over a cliff
Sees two years already old

Back Pocket Hymns

I am with no breeze
The leaves shake the tree to make me believe
Is it really just cells
Bars upon bars living within a yell
The words flirted so casual
Lots of chip with a side dish
An itch in a our arm hair
A twitch touching loose stares
A lively hare trotting up fine stairs
Windows oh so many windows For the glare to pass over
For the screen to crack and expose us
For the prints to overlay
For the glass to shine toward us
And only us
The light brightens the mind
Makes us develop signs and the past
Makes me think fast when it creeps through the surfaces
Quick like a flip a few ways
skinny dip kool whip
I wish I had a decision to make but it all falls on flat earth
The change makes you sing
The brief tones the fake bones
The mornings after always being stoned
I yearn to be yolk
I wax on with the old folk
I'm preoccupied
The world is a few ways
The sea is a number
The water is the equation
The parasitic qualities of you an me
Grasp for a lesson get swallowed go home
Wait for the reunion a day in a glaze
The pupils held shut
The memory misbehaves
The blue becomes stuck
The floor to my room has crumbs
The broom are teeth
Young perception is just
The circle is an avatar
The keystrokes towards a word
Long forgotten journeys
Looking inside our culture
Looking out through a pane

A new delirium

It's a new delirium
Post Popsicle oops
I hope I can relieve facts in a timely manner
Most matter is made up of stale antics
It's the motion throw your libido in the ocean
And watch luck pass you by in a locomotive
It's the thinly veiled secrets the year being illusive
I wish I wasn't home
I wasn't supposed to be bound
Hope got intertwined and ledge
I never wanted to be seemed capable
Steps unto my feet
Tracks up against my imagination
A thought not a wish a place not a dish nor dream
Just aimlessness masked in moments
Staring at the sky through the window through the beams
Through the artificial temperatures
Through the many ghosts
The sheets are see through
The mass coming and going
Open and out
I'm broken burnt out

Thank my master

How does she know what the song says?
It's just little bubbles popping in my head
Translation it's all miles Davis
Just get use to the new rearrangements
Vet out my breathes mouth
Wait for the moment just to test round
I don't know the difference from a clenched lid
To a dire blessing
I'm probably a mess again
Waiting for the illusion to fall away like sand
Even when the grit fits in the psalms written on my hand
Call it love the new you
Feeling around for misconceptions
I'm still paused waiting for my satellite to adjust
God damn that missed direction
Lost with a purpose
Move weight in boulders
I only got shoulders and the body beneath
Stay calm the gifts have been reached
The planets evolved into peaks
I'm jumping them when my sin speaks
Calculated border inspections
Mixed with bad lies, teeth, and the reverend
I'm at the end
The dead road knew the no outlet no
I'm with no spouses
I'm a closet suspended on the wall
You missed the tally no jewelry in but stalled
I'm super nice
A period of expulsion
I'm unloading
A freight upon dates and time and events It's all a matter of a week
All that matters is the wreck
Pile up the fragment of metal
Turn a blind eye to the scrapers
Make money off me
Thank my masters

Moved into center position

It's all a bit boring
The freedom that returns pursues kings in the bottom third
An explorer with his tight rope
Wandering wondering what we will wheel to the destroyer
Or how many rounds of ammunition
Will it take to change culture rattle diction
Crack through the fiction is packed too
The memorial is a reflection up above the clouds
The way shape transcends a new hubris
How many buckets will fit in one another?
Even if it was endless the figure would become a bridge
A gap from start to end
A jumping off point
Curtail another route flourish the winds of ubiquity
I thought I was doing a good job
I figured I had too.
The natural rays finally shower my knowledge
The waves spread us in seeds with seeds
See me in the fire burnt out in flames
Blame the ever drone in the atmosphere
Call the rain a thief
Even when a belief turns to sweet release
When mice evolve
Looked at in a tube
Send my thoughts through the wires
Leave my memory on those chips
Turn the stone into junctions
Make sure the gods put down the whip
Turn the lock
And settle within

New Monarchy

The growth in man made satellites
Made the day seem night
Once every few years
The next up is running
For a home like he's got a track on something
Or other waiting for a mother
Son flew sun new while
I yearn stew
Wish that the habitat was controlled
A blade of grass was the first to be told
A fresh lawn with a mixed pawn
The children tell stories
As the parents let look at the two story
Audible chatter minced into worries
A young master only a few months old
Spring on and through the bloom
Don't let the blood and gloom pass the tomb
Just once out of a womb
After a fight heal out my wound
A sound a blast
Over bearing a shriek from the last
A new year lets not fate chance
Yet lets bet a few coin throw it on a hat and let the brim cradle our savings
Hold a number to our youth but hide it behind our back
We can conquer it all even with our hands tied back
All it takes is our corners
Let the sight see a being
Drenched in noir the shadows a deep dish
Very loopy let the tunes play a movie
Let the will be a suspension
Be a cause if you can stand still
Put in weight if that's what you have to shake
Or your materials are miracles
Try as you can
One bit at a time

The offering

The known never told me that the future was clear
That the breath in front was now also behind
The assemblage of time
The space isn't bigger then our visions
The epiphanies we always knew
New returns on a few graded thoughts.
Lash out elaborate likenesses
My hobby is to have too many hobbies
All washed away like a mind in a dream
No direct contribution

Years of building that ladder to the clouds with cheap materials
We laughed as I climbed it
Testing each step with limbs and appendages
We laughed when he fell
With the look of disbelief and concussion like symptoms
But we also laughed when he had the idea

The frivolous key to a tepid garden

A Place Only I Can Be

With my own added illusions
And imaginations
A fallen island
The last pilgrim

Drifting in the Mediterranean

I found a leaf in my room today
Some might say no
Some might pray go
I might think no but say regrets
Two loose lips on a silhouette
Two moons soothe soon
Who bought whom I feel the staggering night blow smoke
Death fogs and men at pause
I thought I was fair with the new deal
Foul trouble kept me in touch with the Hubble n shuttles
The rocks on lift off the roles for crypto
The words a mean mean
See through jeans next to animal sleeves
The gaps what came to be Just leave me and drink tea
Mesmerize all the kinds Of signs
While the puzzles jog behind
The kings at play.
The moods unforgiving
The swings on a pivot.
The horizon my Osiris
A mile high but a few days short
No recollection I'm no port
Pass off
Blast off

Hop the ladder

What if we already hit ceiling the life we tease is really just fleeting.
The place you sit is the seat you stow
Reap what you stole the moments and the remote controls
Made it through the hallway
Hopefully this isn't appalling
A room where the mold holds up
Many walls made of tinder
Too few thanks in the lowest holes
A flower to tomb
A fire to comb flames make a boom
On soon forgot the bison burger on the railing
Meant to make it but now I'm taken
Bits of bacons really changed the depths and textures
Morning mud
Find a new news and soak in the snooze
I'm just suggesting to really see it as it is
A basket with blue true trim
Call it how you see It
Ooze from the sludge
A bruise from a nudge
I'm at the abyss with a new set of lungs
Breathing in
The love watching the walls burn to dung
See it how it is
Born a new bridge with wood from an old bench
Looked upon stranger who don't care where's your nature
A savior to an eraser
All the expressions now void
Now the turn flip the cards next with the table
Demand meaning explore options
Hope the one in front loses his shoes
And maybe a few inches
Look taller in a mall milling about the differences
Between you and I

Posted Single

Ice chunks in the breeze
Drips cold like a current
I'm on a personal quest
I flew through a cuckoos nest
It needs a new name
Like a section of our interests
Remember the things you cared about five years ago
And how long ago that feeling crept and how all those things are far away and was just a thing
It happens a lot
Diced discussion in a chilled diner
Running off voltage
Like veins above
The wires wound tentatively
A string turns to web
I slept on a train
Froze to the seat arms glued to my cold ribs
I can't decide to welcome or to bother
Chop haus
A center of a burn circle
Walk away off a curb
Worth a weekend
Different positions open to possibility
People peep purple real messes intersect
Unopened objects waiting on line
Loosely determined to find fountains
Man made knowledge
Real virtual points of interest.
A dozen dumb decisions
We went west wheels right

https://www.facebook.com/Halucigens/posts/10153804839683225?notif_t=like¬if_id=1470079279154079 My show at Hidden Pearl.

Dc Trip

OLDIES @ Hidden Pearl

Here's where I am

It's a few things colliding

Two runoff drain pipes exiting the same area

A mixture of solution and weight

A new few ideas a few new pieces

We get passed around

And around like a funnel

Look up just to see the spin cycle

Flow around like work can seem

Feel it in my mind when I want this accomplished

Leave things obvious

Its funny when its fixed

We dance unanimous

But our step style is anonymous

Floors need spacing

Traffic is a four way stop

Go when you please

Meet me in the next stream

I'm only here because I rode the wave

The wave of rolled up goals

Here only wanting more

Take me back to school

Where my hands can unfold

And the time can find simple

Next to my hand is a hand

Touches mine repeatedly

Interrupted. The days between off and on.

Are you a temptress
The kind that attempted to be tempered
Temperament ranging from solid to sorrel

I'm inferior on a one way bridge
I stick to wood I'm a door hanged
Say what you will
Please say something
I float in the weeds because it's where I can feel the breeze
Capiche I just ate with your niece
I had a quiche she wore a fleece
It was woven neat the imprint was underneath
A piece of thinly light reem of paper
I turned to cape to close my nights drape.

The throats a parade
A mixture of dna
I'm afraid the speaker can't be heard
Flip the switch to turn it on
A pawn to the spark
I bark for more
I explore the thickness of closed doors
I'm open to an increase in temptress
Turn me upside down when I get blow dried
I'm open to turning into a vegetable
Finally the best a slumber arrest
A mirror showed a few wonders
Some over and understand
I'm sunder with an overbite

We all have concrete plans
Find shelter when the comma melted
Because the strings keep playing
With bone. Stand still in a dribble of honey.
Dreams return to reflection
Dyed as a coconut cream
Going through motion
Being aware and afraid of the sounds
The behavior shifts from cloud to sprout
The determined idea of consensus
The lines we wait in
The time it takes

My flailing love

The loss to romanticism flew away with the change to technology
I'm typing this out with touch screen
Editing is easier then before because recognition is forthcoming
It's right behind the fence it's instantly in your face
Your face is smooth and your eyes are sighing
The line of sight between two objects is opaque
Dense with fog disenfranchised by subtle motions and curious gazes
I'm amazed by the lack of commonality
I'm saddened by the dues left unhanded
Do I really need an excuse and isn't my reason obvious
When we lift ourselves from our shoes after the day shouldn't we all feel equal
Is the sweat not enough is the stress just a way to impress with our feeble minds comparing pocket full of pills juxtaposed next to the mileage we jogged over hills
Are my eyes not blood shot my hands will hit a peak and not work
My last day of work will be my final gaze into hubris after that it's just humans being loose fitted like jewelry dangling until it drags on a strangers skin
Off in the distance I spot more of the same watch my feet as a wanderer falls into me becoming trapped in a wave of tranquility is this serenity is this the way
I ask a few locals or who I perceive to be
It's difficult to tell
The blend is the end cultures fitted and serrated dumped into an intersection waiting for everyone else to make there left handed turns
Burns on our feet after sight seeing
Tension in the air sections on a guide I'm going to hide my money in old shoe boxes that I recycle. It all goes to the same storage unit marked 2016.

A few reminders on rejection

I thought about stopping to look
Or just stop looking
And just take what is not mine
In small doses
Children playing around my bare feet
Cities removed from the yellow pages
And women with no eyes and mangled hands
And I'll just breathe
Breathe the breath away from tradition
And find my own grace
One separate from what I should feel
What I was the led to explore.
Jump ship just got shipwrecked
Because I bear witness with nothing less then a list and a mission. The misses all the misses is a few strides from failure an object abort a mirror distraught when lie an image distorts while my knuckles shy from fresh hands. My knuckles to swollen my limbs disjoint. My phantom shadow follows, my recent air stays shallow as I swallow for warmth.
I'm thinking about giving up the catch and release
I've been called a catch but the only thing I catch is sweat.
I don't know how to do it
Even when I've done it before
The cycles has spun and where it once begun
Now I enter explosive
I'm holding onto drifting wholehearted happy accidents
A middle ground between regrets and the distance to Sussex.
Where's my screen, my affirmation, when will it come easy?
It's far from the beginning not near a stone nowhere knows where is the ring
I'm bringing up all these facts and some soft flesh
A mesmerizing timing a few lonely days I'm laid flat on a plank of siding
Call me the tide say I'm probably hiding
I'm probably trying I'm probably siding on the easiest bet because I'm busy
No disrespect.

A query

It stems from a soft, untouched petal

A flake of tulip drifted from its home

Now sits on asphalt bleeding blue on a man made tomb

The road placed to close to the natural garden

Weeds cleared through selection

Little veins lost waiting to be nestled

I'm here

Sipping on pink sugar water

Drowning out the shrieks of children

Made up or real, it's difficult to tell

Dirty faces sealed

Empty snacks strewn through the yard

It's the ashes that get to us

The embers that seem to never fade

The smoke that follows us around

Until we go back out

Until we go back in

The moments of silence have to be made

A concept bearing fruit

Lost when discovered

When the rest see through the bedding

That got pulled off by a dog resting on the floor

Revenge

A short few days drugged out by the sun

Drowned out at the end by looming threats of rain

The warnings started near departure.

A baseball game rained out after leaving work.

A nap that lasted too long.

Driving through darkness on a route I've been before.

Clouds would come and go like the neighborhood children.

The sun would imprint it's reign through all objects

Leaving cooked rare skin on shoulders and cheek bones

Fog would arrive in the morning

Maybe some mist between takes

But the rain system slowed its crawl

And drew out it's welcome.

Until it came after dinner, a long break from the action

Leaving me with a small window to look from

Hardly see the lake through the droplets

Holding hard on the porches window.

An Easy Day

It's easier to say that the day was easy

It calmed the brook and let the silt settle

It made the wind blow with ease under the clouds kettle

The day pushed through

Pulled us along with it

We were always easily persuaded

It was out of the days that went quick

The days that were long gone

Helping a long lost friend open his locked car

Or the night spent driving to our new oasis

The work filled mornings, the starry eyed afternoons

Some days even dragged

But days like today were just easy.

Simply said because it wasn't much more then that

And giving it sophistication would be overcomplicating the formula

The equation was never written

But the blueprints stayed with me while I rise and wake

Now it is late,  off on off

The distractions don't erase the motivation

The timelessness only strangles the day if life was on some timetable

Like I had every day mapped out. 

The unexpected are just as clever as the routine.

Curiosity and continuity and commotion

A friend telling you a story

A friend telling you the same story

You hearing the story again

Through a lens

The lens shined down a message from the clouds from the sun

The message was easy to comprehend.

It laid on the grass until someone came and swept it away

It was graffiti nonetheless

It held weight on the blades

Like they were burnt from previous seasons

It was invasive to our quality of life

The cloud was just the middleman

The cloud was only used as a filter

To filter out the electricity of these once forgotten words

In a line to read patiently

Coming from the Sun

Our sun that provides us with the light we need to navigate

The light we hold is only held because the light was there

We can see what we are holding

We can't hold onto the light, it keeps shining away from our fingers

Grasping at atoms

Slipping down like Slalom

I wish I could say it because it could only be seen

The Sun cast a few rays

The brave rays brought down it's objective

As fast as it could

The cloud was it's lens made the message as easy to see

For us nearsighted folk

It was bold

It only laid for a mere passing moment

Because the cloud passed

The blue sky had enough of that.

reflective lakes - yellow

The Voice

It falls when it runs off. 
Concentrate on the taste,
the spit that flies from the lungs,
the sting of the heat like when two words meet. 

I have visited before. 
Been a few cycles like I saw the stars last. 
The night held a perforate glow. 
Luminosity of the tulips came back invalid. 
It really stayed down there for a long time. 
What felt like it. 

The other day I thought I had time for this. 
This and that but it juggled out of my pockets,
the bill not yet matched. 
The cash in hand. 
The transaction was like a ballet. 
The dialogue fumbled into different sleeves. 
Where they inside out? 

A few things clicked. 
Each letter was a symbol and my brain started to hurt. 
Physical when you break it down in molecules really starts to fall apart when you really look at it.  Bit by bit,
eyes reading I's,
it's all just a cloud of smoke,
it's really just heat exhausted,
air already used. 
Breathe on it and wipe the smudges to reveal more. 
The screen holds 1 truth.

The Threshold

I kind of want to keep making appearances on this subject.

Things can be a bit hard.  Things that take a long time to complete.  It's something you chip away at taking what was and what you have albeit it reference more ideas influence and source material.  It's this stream this passing back and force this energy.  Energy is usually free time and when you are feeling guilty that you aren't allocating the right man hours.  The hours you wish you had back the pieces that didn't lead to anything or the impulses that fell flat or just didn't fit.  Didn't fit into an ear drum or onto my retinas.  All these files folding around you all the places they can o and become in here or over there but all to a strobe all in a bottomless boat.  Realize that this might be a pierce in the heart of culture.  Or the written rules in front of us.  The monotony of it all.  Can this break something or even cause a crack.  Where to put this in a place that doesn't support it.  Where's my award for humility?  When does it become apparent that I'm just trying and I'll always just try.  Nothing is true in a living so built up on ladders and long lines.  Where we wait is just a pile a traffic jam a denial even when the style of tile matches 100 miles an hour.  Leave it sit or hope he changes it into a real thing.  It's like I'm the spirit and he's the conjurer.  I make the yarn but he makes the clothes. 

reflective lakes -red-

Get in line

Get in line, face the process, wait in a line, fall and tumble

Pick a lane, stay in that lane between those lines

Stick to the line because there is two ends

Wait in a line and watch other lines

Look at a line hanging across the horizon

Drive in this lane the next one is coming up

Find the lane once you see the two lines

In a line to watch a line.  In a line to sit to wait to watching lines spike on a screen

Drive home in a lane waiting in a line waiting for one line to cross another lane.

Your own lane brings you patience your own lane gives you the street

Without a lane you give up on lines but you still go straight

No gutters to brace your impact, no design to enhance your trajectory

Your own line gives you immediacy your own line gives you back time

Without a line would defeat patience and spur spontaneity

Wrong, it all becomes a sliver, it would all lead back to one point

The same point you've been leaving from, the end on a line, the end of a line

Turns it to a ray, one to the next, no line no lane, no lines.  All fine, all time, all mine.

Oh, where the small things were found

I think it's been longer then a few months.  The righteousness poured through the damp sheets of blankets, all four ranging in textures from silk to torn to wool, feeling cumbersome in a room with no closets.  A room without doors, much explored.  A space without place makes the shimmer fade? 

I think its only been a few days right?  A minor memory without a trace, I can't put my finger on it, I want to say that the finer line was upon it but the intersect made me perplexed with a decision I really shouldn't feel.  Fate tells me not of this moment and dreams invade saying the key to a dream is only a path to the bath.  A great leader once told me "/"

It's not really a goal if it started already in a hole.  It's not an accomplishment if you never wanted it and it's not a path unless you drove through a fucking blood bath to get there.  When can I feel satisfied when everything is changing to our eyes, senses layered on lenses, no control over our presence no moment better then the present.  I say that after stealing copious amounts of money.  No better yet I say that after living a few sunny days where I was by myself, possibly alone, training for an opus, wondering if I already passed my onus to some guy with flow on the corner,

I'm just a warner.  I'll probably be rewarded with no mores and close calls.  Calls that you don't get because you didn't have your phone.  It's like update your life to me for this firm stare of loathing.  Motherfuckers know it, Motherfuckers are phonies because they phone home when there homies out by himself self-exposing his will to implode on a lonely sofa.  His bread was open.  The stale met mold met Mushrooms went home.  The tome met stone met Drone all around bone on my living throne.

It's been a long time

When was the last memory I saved?  Too quick to behave in a supply maze.

Little slivers of hazy static atoms, waiting to be packaged

Sent off on a pallet, the blood stained on the mallet's handle.

The hands, the hands of a man, a man trying to be a Man.

I come here for my mission

I find it easier to fish in.

Even though the moments don't stick

Even when the emotions run thick

Backed up by my own shadow, each day the conditions unravel

From dust covered product, the merchandise the only item reaching solace

A faint glimmer of summer from the skylights

A tan, only ten minutes of highlights.

I wish I was over this peak

The kind that make knees weak

It all feels like a week

I'm free to behave irrationally.

Through the liquids of produce

I can't produce a tome

I wish I was back home

Why did I come here?

When the things I know aren't near

A place I singularly fear

Watch the tape

And watch me steer

Under no sleep only stress

I can only hope to impress

Not the shirts with their rest

Not the workers finding time to text

Only a shadow laying

For me next.

reflective lakes - blue

Blue is a color.  A primary, dominant color.  Water flows because of this pigment, the clouds follow suit and casually reflect it.  Blue is calming and levels the nerves, joining hands to support it's claim.  It rolls off into it's own, it towers in place and invades our sight.  It's both sides of a horizon, it draws us in opposite positions. 

Green by Reflective Lakes

This is the first release of our forthcoming project.  We've been working on it since last October with a conceptual process that Brad came up with.  This is Green.  Follow the Rainbow.
A color of aptitude and striking radiance.  Green ties us into the earth and brings forth connections.  These roots form relationships.  Eyes green with confusion.  Builds and forms layers to form a canopy.  The higher you go, the farther you look down, the greener is becomes.  Green isn't primary.  You make it.

Static Particles at Hidden Pearl Cafe (Delagate Night)

Sorry Almost Been a Year!

Check out Reflectivelakes.com  for new music.  We have been working on an album for almost six months now and are working on the videos now for it's release.  Super excited and the songs are the best music to hit the world in quite some time. 

I've been mostly working with brad on Reflective Lake stuff but I separate myself from it from time to time. 


This is what I see my stuff being until I really fall out from human contact.  I really like this collaborative medium of film. Music+Visuals+Words expresses more then just one.  And getting footage gets me out of comfort.  And bringing me closer to singing.

My computer has been dead since November and we did this show. 


I still do art but very seldomly.  I did some art for the new CALI Mixed Bag because I took another vacation to LA to see some buds.