Art

I have a deviant art page here I've had it for a little while but I figured I would post it here.

Hmm...

Nobody reads this blog but I will continue writing anyway for some reason...
well new poem..

I hear the view from troy is amazing
The flames of the marching armies
Seem almost beautiful
In stark contrast to the ever bracing walls

The city prepares for victory
Or the impending defeat

I hear that in the time before time
The chaos
Was almost beautiful
With no contrast

Building something out of nothing
Just to make nothing again

I hear that the view from her eyes
Is wonderful
Almost beautiful
Pale in comparison to light

She can deface cities
With two flicks of an eyelash all we know is gone
I can see everything from here
And I’m disappointed at the lack of fear
Beauty struck deep into the weak hearts of men
Drowning fear in desire


its incredibly rough but I always like to post what I'm currently working on...
maybe I'll post more tommorrow. or if people start to read this somehow...

Music and my personal sanity

I read this morning that Craig Owens the frontman of Chiodos attempted suicide in his home in michigan. I was shocked. Craig Owens has influenced me in so many ways. His music is amazing, along with all the other members of Chiodos, and I love his use of Charles Bukowski's poetry in Chiodos' most recent album "Bone Palace Ballet". Craig Owens is a truly inspiring artist and while I feel bad for him I am truly glad he is alive.

New Song

I wrote this song today. Im trying to not write about Jetplane anymore but it just keeps coming up so here's the song.


Open your eyes
and close your mouth
please wait 'till I'm finished
before you pretend to know what your talking about

keep starving yourself with loneliness
but never a night alone
you went straight from your parents bed
to every guy you met
from freshman year to freshman year

wake up and stop trying to fill this hole
with dust
that will just blow away
please try something more concrete
so at least you'll still have something to stand on

the pictures that we drew on my windows
with nothing but the grease on our fingers
and silence in the air

A good place to start

I hate explaining the pandaman nickname so here is where it comes from. This is a poem I wrote called "Panda Problems" I wrote it as a joke and it quickly became a hit in my local poetry scene.

I am a panda man

Do you know how much my life sucks?

I have panda hands

I cannot even brush my own teeth

I have to ask my neighbor to come over and do it for me

That costs 10 dollars a week

That’s 520 dollars a year

My four pads and claws do not allow for the utilization of any basic human tools

I cannot even pick up a glass

Do you know how hard it is to get laid as half panda?

I know why pandas are dying out

Because panda ladies are unattractive

And panda men smell like week old bamboo

I don’t stand a chance at ever getting a human woman to come near me

Do you know how long it takes me to eat?

I have to get up at four in the morning

Because it takes me 5 hours to eat a shoot of bamboo

And I have to be at work at 10

You think you have problems finding clothes that fit you

I have the body of a panda

I have to get all my clothes custom made

That costs one year worth of teeth brushings

For one days worth of outfit

When I go to the beach

I have to wear sunscreen

Because I burn on the one foot square of skin I have

And talking about going to the beach

I can’t wear sunglasses because

The only human part of my body is my face

And my panda ears cannot hold them

When I get out of the water I smell like wet panda

Can you even imagine how bad that smells?

I have to go to a dog groomer to take a shower

That’s half a years worth of teeth brushings

For a months worth of showers

You think your life sucks?

Panda man.

I Hope you enjoyed that. I think its completely ridiculous but people seem to like it.