Spoken word poetry I recorded recently.
Spoken word poetry I recorded recently.
It takes a lot in me to make the images I create, the artwork always railing against my own downfall, always railing against me in one way or another, some of this can be regarded as scattered thought, misplaced words, some of this can be regarded as poetry, or just self explanatory. Wandering through the hallways of my mind, opening each door, just to see how many more boxes I have yet to unpack, search through, arrange and toss aside. July, as I know it is just too long for me. I am not a person of summer, I was born under a September sky, and July just drags on and on and on. Depression, when optimism fails let me turn to you, come on lets burn out together, one bright spark, ignite, a star once called upon in these images that seep out of me, the artwork made from empathy, sprawled out, all magical thoughts, watercolors and pastel dreams, happiness and sadness, I can never really tell which is which when I feel as lost as this, late night poetry disguised as thoughts, nothing makes all too much sense except for this senseless beat, pounding in my head, pounding like drums, I could shout ONWARD, onward- but its been said before, in another confession, in this concession-stand that is my mind. When these thoughts of depression sing me a song, never out of tune, always ringing in my mind. Thoughts of late night depression and joys, and the tears I just can’t cry- not when there are many dreams to be chased, the tears I just can’t hide in painted memory, painted sympathy. A ghost peering in, the afterlife and afterthought, the people pointing fingers at one another, its a big bright world full of beauty and scars, political nonsense of insecurities, never will they ever get to the best of me, the best is yet to be come, to be, to be found deep inside someone else’s sympathy. I never celebrate the good times, the good times from here on out just seems like a myth, the beauty of life, and the irony has become quite funny to me, as much as I prepare for the bad times, the bad outweighs the good and that is alright, because the good times come and go and memories preserve them like snapshots, photographs for no one to see. Sometimes its the music that guides me, sometimes its lone inspiration, some say, winter can be the cruelest of all seasons, but I think summer is cruelest of all, coldest of all, a slow burn, all those with self righteous vanity, people that I don’t know but know me, simple handsome smiles, simpleton simplicities, brain-dead beauties with admirers who are just as simpleton as them, I’ve got no time for those who walk a jaded path, empty lives with nothing to prove, and sure, I am no saint but my fight is real, my words are mine alone, its always me with the paintbrush smearing lonely smiles across the canvas. I obsess over the little details that no one else can see, in the end it will always be me against me, me vs. integrity. The summer nights tend to drag on longer than any other nights within any other season. Any other season, summer, I can do without. A ghostly smile, a lonely speech, it takes a lot in me to pour out these words I keep deep inside, but I’ll let them pour, much like rain, on a night like this
First and foremost, I gotta say, I am a huge fan of stand up comedy.
Stand up comedy is my absolute favorite. I don’t enjoy regular comedy movies, I prefer watching stand up films, and I can spend many hours listening to various comedy albums and podcasts.
I’ve alway said that for me, the last true rebels are stand up comics, I’ve got nothing but
respect for anyone who can go up on the stage and take on the audience.
So, here is a list of my 10 favorite essential comedy albums. My first list,
there are MANY great comics out there, past and present.
And just like my other lists, I’ve included mentioning my favorites from each album.
Long live stand up comedy.
SCATTERED LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS:
Sittin’ here, with my headphones on. Listening to scattered songs. Onward with the good fight, the merry thought, the beating of the drum, onward with collective thought, to where the art roams free, to where dreams become reality, another late night of mixed signals coming from the heart and mind, a series of mumbled thought, writing these words with no end in sight, onward. There is no energy left here to channel, there is no energy left to burn, late night ponder, late night blunder, with my headphones on, no thought left to blankly share, a series of memories, I don’t need anything to help convince me that I’m more alive than this, when the art creates me and I no longer scratch the charcoal across the paper, I write along to the beat of a song that is yet to be written, yet to be made, yet to be sung, onward, onward with the many thoughts I’ve got lost inside my head just waiting to be found, to be shared, mumbled, jumbled, lost inside my head. Sitting here, I’m feeling alright, alone with my thoughts, tired, sleepy, insomniac blues. Eventually I’ll try and sleep, but on humid summer nights I always feel this restless. I always feel this numb, but not in some grandiose melancholic typical way, but I’m alright, feeling good, good enough, with my headphones on, on another sleepless night, the music gives me life when all else fails, when all else fades into background static sound. I sit here, and think of how far I’ve come and how I will always keep moving onward, onward goes my merry thought, from this cynical bastards heart, through the good times and the bad times-mostly bad but thats alright, that is just how life goes, sittin’ here, with my headphones on, letting the music guide my heart, always putting trust into the beat. Heart and soul, heart and sound. Onward, with the good fight, with no end in sight, onward.
The first day of summer: http://dandy-jon.deviantart.com/art/The-First-Day-of-Summer-462573811
Summer Music Entry:
So, its summer around here, as much as I don’t want to acknowledge it, haha. I’m more a fall & winter kind of guy. I am not a big fan of humid weather, but one thing I do like in the summer is listening to certain songs and albums that bring back good memories and ones that create new ones. I figured why not make a music geek entry sharing my favorite music that I tend to play more around this time of year than any other time, these are my ‘summer’ songs/albums, although I do enjoy these all year round its just that they take on a different meaning around this time for me. There is no theme to this music entry other than these are albums I really enjoy during the summer. So, these albums range from punk to metal to alternative to folk to whatever. Also, I included mentioning my 3 favorite songs from each album.
This was a fun list to compile.