Like scratches of the mad prisoner,
The symbols take shape.
Emergence…
Whispering like ghosts,
My ears only hear,
Their maddening consistency.
Beginning…
Pressing forward out my eyes,
Soft black tears,
Dripping downward.
Then…
Running down my arm,
The ink creeps forward,
Towards its destiny.
Form…
It splashes onto the moth
As colorful as its wings may be,
Black ink still stains,
Keeping forever echoes.
Tattoos of transformation,
Touching timidly
Until,
At Last…
Heartbeat,
Heartache,
Heartbeat,
Heartache,
Round the circle,
It forms from further away.
Shadows casting nets,
Masking my face,
They don’t let me see through their gaping holes.
All I see is the rope that binds me.
It’s is a beautiful rope and bares further inspection.
See the weave?
See the loom that made it?
See the origins of the great net in which we are bound?
Bound or unbound?
We need only stand.
We need only move.
And the weave unravels.
You have a choice,
Heartbeat
Heartache
Heartbeat
Heartache
Are they different?
Some of us chase it.
Like a lioness stalking a gazelle
We hope that after many failed hunts,
We will learn that right moment to strike,
We will learn that effortlessness,
So that we may gorge ourselves,
And feast on the entrails of the great masters.
Some of us read and study
And spend endless days tallying terms and ideas
Like accountants during tax season
We hope that one day,
The great epiphany will rise,
Like a snake’s head in tall grass.
And all the words will belch,
Their great secrets,
Granting Enlightenment
But often,
When we find it,
Its simplicity confounds us.
Some have a glance or receive a cursory nod,
But those who merge with it,
Who like butter on bread merge and meld for a better taste,
They understand its simplicity.
Wisdom Sits.
Down the hall and to the left
Then back round again
The door stands before the dark corridor
I look
There is light there
But Vision is blurry
Legs are tied
Will is waning
No time now
How many more doors to nowhere?
Was this the last dead end?
Only one way to know
Time is Running Out
You waited too long.
Too damn long.
Clocks shatter and broken glass shimmers.
Autumn has ended and the barren winter has given birth,
To decay and putrid fragrances.
Your grave lay ready,
It smiles at you.
It is an excavation of earth and stone,
An expedition into entropy.
Patience you said,
The right moment.
Excuses.
Lay down.
Let me pour the earth over you,
So that you can taste it.
Presenting the new logo for my YouTube based series Anthropology or Less! Looking for Episode 3 this weekend.
After the Solstice
Fallow fields glimmer in frost
Stars on the earth
The gods of the short day let the sun peak
Should short days always be so sorrowful?
Certainly not
In the glimmer a thousand tiny suns speak
They are breathing
They are alive
They, like stars, promise endless wishes
I cannot count them
First new piece of artwork and poetry for 2017!
Enjoy!
penetration By,
choices, changes and the cyclical regurgitation of the will to comply
algorithms and stereotypes
false hopes in finger swipes
the problem?
i am bOund by perception
i am wanting new direction
i am dissatisfied with my lot
but silent? ha! i am not.
i am vociferous
i am malicious
i am calculating
i am aggravating
i am Devastating
too many “i’s”
constantly Heaving heavy sighs
it’s time to consider my own demise
call it what it is
all of it
insanity
but there is a way out.
It’s right here
Happy New Year! Here is an old piece of mine of poetry and art that has never been posted. Enjoy!
Quick Trip to the City
Foreign passages, passengers, passing through time
In Transcending worlds and crossing boundaries,
Thoughts shimmer and shift,
Shading sumptuous sidetracks,
Blocking narrow corridors,
Ultimately illuminating that singular road
That we all seek.
But in the end,
Though we set out for a quick trip to the city,
We find ourselves wanting and wasting,
Watching and withering.
The grass is never greener but only grows grayer
When we finally realize,
We are already home.
Two Years Ago I finished my Masters Program and a Documentary Film Called Unbound The Story of the Romero Theater Troupe. It is a film about a social justice theater that I worked with based in Denver Colorado. The film combines some concepts in Anthropology and a short analysis of what is wrong with our media system in general as well as ways people are resisting these systems.
I have decided to make this this film free and available to the public via YouTube.
If you would like to purchase a copy of the film you can buy a DVD or digital copy at http://www.wholecultureconsultants.com/unboundfilm
Loridian's Laboratory 