Inspired by Tom Waits II
May 7th, 2007
Resolve has left me with no inspiration
unemotional disconnection
ain’t worth the peaceful pie of life your living
and it’s giving me the blues
Oh yes it’s giving me the blues
I take two drags
one for the road
and two for my nerves
I’m poet packing soul
permanently unsynched
heart on my skin and a pen
that’ll bleed from birth ’till death
I should be humming his name
Yes, I should be hugging him
And calling his name
Looking out for number one
Leaves no room for me
Run it over just the same
that’s resolve’s
Oh so lonely fame
Take my love
and fuse it back in flames
I take two drags
one for the road
and two for my nerves
I’m poet packing soul
permanently unsynched
heart on my skin and a pen
that’ll bleed from birth ’till death
Go on and shout it out,
“Your love is not for me,
There are better women
than you for me,
oh no, you’re insane
It’s not the same. ”
Oh God, that’s giving me the blues
It’s all about you
and that’s what its all about
You can give another years
And for me just a few weeks
Oh yes it’s giving me the blues
Disconnected and outside the line
Yes, it’s giving me the blues
“Friday night has left me fumbling with the blues, and it’s hard to win when you always loose…” –Tom Waits
This kinda poem goes with “Fumblin’ with the Blues,” #7. Hey artists learn from tracing Sunday morning cartoons…I just play until my cd player breaks.
Inspired by Bukowski I
April 27th, 2007
Anyone who says that life is clear,
Ain’t never seen a mirror
Talked to my mother,
Or met my ex
I lost a suitor today
‘Cuz I’m too thin,
He beamed and said,
“I knew you back when,”
When?
“Back when you was sexy,”
I laughed and left
Ain’t no winning for me here
I lost a suitor before
‘cuz I’m too thick
“That ain’t the way I met you,
That ain’t the way you been,”
I laughed and left
Ain’t no winning for me there
I picked up a cigarette
And told myself to smoke
I felt the sounds of Didgeridoos
And the currents rushing in
I woke up the next morning
Craving just one more
I laughed and
Promised one next week
Sometimes there’s just no winning
No breaking even
Just a giving in
So I laugh and wonder
Where the wind will wish
What I’ll be giving in
To Bukowski, this freedom, this explosion from the gut, was his reason to write.
Inspired by Tom Waits
April 24th, 2007
I’m casting my line
I’m going away
My skin is the sails
My heart is the wind
My hair is the petals
full of forget me
but please forget me not
I’m gonna help my broken heart
heal with time
I’m gonna help my broken soul
mend with distance
I’m gonna go where silence reigns
and only the trees know of persistence
I took all the thorns of your words
All that your anger sley
yet I search for you today
(Ain’t love sick? Ain’t it blind?)
And I can say that I love you
That I adore and I need you
I can give up my skin
my church,
And even my family
Giving up is such a sin
But you gave up on me
It’s not enough
Far too late
At least that’s what you scream
on the telephone
So I’m loosing you
to find me
And it’s the last round,
the last dance,
the last call,
ha, turned off my phone
not that it matters, anyways
Shiver me timbers,
I’m flying away.
To read the original Shiver Me Timbers click here.
add to del.icio.usInspired by J. S. Baca
April 17th, 2007
It’s late night again.
I avoid the left side of the street
like I avoid the left side of my sheets
praying for the Lord to turn your car green
so I’ll stop looking for red cars and red sheep
rushing by the Houston streets
or chattering when I’m trying to sleep.
I see you.
I see you in a Frida Kahlo’s third eye cracked
I see you when a stray dog pees,
Don’t take it personally, I also see Bukowski and Waits,
But then again I talk in my sleep
And my family history isn’t white picket fence neat,
So what do you care?
Did you get my flowers?
White Lillies; Gardenias are out of season,
I sent them to touch your imperfect body
with my imperfect soul.
“I meditate on life more and more, I need truth and I need love, lasting love.” –J.S.B. I had the great pleasure of hearing the poet live years back so check out his website, buy a book and hear the audio. I also realized that I had a lot of imagery I left out on the sources. The last line is my variation from the sexiest voice alive, Leonard Cohen, Hallelujah, Hallelujah. The songs are heavy duty poetry, my hero. See the Frida and lillies images and gardenias look like this. The second sexiest voice/artist, comes from Waits and the rugged Bukowski.
add to del.icio.usInspired by D. Millman
April 9th, 2007
Yesterday, my mind was the size of my room exploding out the window driving me mad with noise and emotion. Today, I needed the comfort of quiet at the Houston Arboretum. Sometimes, the solace of no words and no emotions is much comforting. So, this blog post, I dedicate to the poets of philosophy.

“The human drama: if you don’t get what you want you suffer; if you get what you don’t want, you suffer; even when you do get what you suffer because you can’t hold on forever.” –DM

I loved the lichen here, a woman’s body, La Virgen or just beauty. “We must pass through the solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence, to find that enchanted place where we can sing our sorrowful song…but our conscious will fulfill themselves in the awareness of being human.” –P. Neruda

“There is no way to peace; Peace is the way. There is no way happiness; Happiness is the way. There is no way to love; love is the way.” Seems like a self fulfilling prophesy, this is a hard one. I will add: there is no way to hope but hope is the way.
All quotes inspired by “The Peaceful Warrior,” book and movie by Dan Millman. Thank you, Mr. Millman.
add to del.icio.usInspired by L. Hughes
April 7th, 2007
I’ve loved you
I’ve dreamt you
I’ve built gardens of words around you
Cultivating them so high and wide
They made a fortress of maize
Reaching the unending sky
I’ve shucked stalks of juicy corn
Until my hands were white in pain
Each kernel was a sonnet
and ode, a thought
a song of longing for you
I’ve slept walked you,
Rubik’s cubed decoded you
Splatter juice caress
Express a verse about you
I’ve fled to lands far apart
And rivers old and fragile
Captured with the comfort of my third eye
Simple gifts of land and words,
So you know how much I adore you