I am realizing

i still have feelings for you

and I understand now

that it is pointless

Pegged

You say 

"You've got me pegged, ey?!"

But the thing is

You're wrong..

I may have you 'pegged', 

but in all actuality, 

you've got me pegged

and have no idea. 

"When you love somebody"

"Baby, remember on the bus and my hand was on your knee

When you love somebody it's hard to think about anything but to breath

Baby, I am the cub who was washed out in the flood

When you love somebody and bite your tongue all you get is a mouthful of blood."

By the Fruit Bats

Hell Naw

Tejano is you is a farmer,

accept it.

Grow dem turnips already!

Harmonica and hoe away..

All day

All day,

All day!

A Joke of Sorts

If I were to marry

a British man,

I would sit with him at our breakfast table in the mornin,

Or just for as long as I could stand.

I would watch him drink his tea

and he would tell his wonderful marmalade stories to me.

We would take a stroll after dark 

in a lonesome crowded central park,

where the pigeons always hide.

I would be his lass

and he would be quite crass,

tell it like it is, 

but would always close the door to take a wiz.

Because, that is only just polite.

He would be oh so kind

and I would not so much mind

For I've never really known a man who was. 

He could have gangle teeth

and I would think that he is sexy sweet. 

His rounded derby hat would be so nice

and we would dance and sing and prance. 

My british husband, 

and I.

Over marmalade, scones, and tea. 

Oh, that's the life for me.

When a secret my "I love you" translates into and 

becomes an out loud "lets fuck" you say.

All bets are off

until another day.

So,

What the fuck now?

Smile

Smile if you must,

if you must,

if you must,

if you

muster it up,

inside of your guts,

just smile.

 I used to believe that from my influences came my art. That even just one specific book, or other artist, or album could inspire me to create something beautiful. It was always just one specific thing I would strive to draw from, literally. Pun intended. 

 

I know, now, that this is quite false. I have tripped over this ideal for many many years. Thinking to myself, "Self, you must read about X artist and from that derive your own ideas". This is not correct thought and is not logical.

 My urge to create cannot be one piece of the past, but rather, a grand view of all.

 In everything, there is unity and in that unity is the universe. I am within.

 So, now, I draw from the universe I am in.

 I find one picture within a sentence. I find a moment of clarity in a song. I breath and feel I am alive, because I feel.

 In this grand landscape of emotion I create. What is emotionless art? Nothing. From accepting only one to accepting it all in observation. This is art in evolution.