Let me begin by saying I am neither a Democrat nor a Republican. Teaching history makes you numb to both. This piece is taking an unbiased historical perspective on the topic of presidential legacies and social progression. Second, if the analogy comes off mildly racist that was not my intention. When teaching kids, you must come up with simple and… Read more →
To write is to talk to yourself Without being insane To sing is play with yourself And to not be obscene To dance is to kiss yourself And not appear conceited To love to love love love Is to give yourself And never die So write and sing and dance and love And scoop some sweet salvation From the… Read more →
Unfortunately, I have been away from Industry of Mind for a period of time but it has always been in the back of my mind and on the back burners of everything that I do. As I have gone day-to-day, I still keep an eye out for things to capture in photographs and give you all a glimpse into what lies behind the reflections in my eyes and within the depths of my soul. Here is a sampling of things that I came across during the frights of Halloween.
I thought that Halloween of this year was going to be the most fright that I would have to deal with but given the events that occurred post Halloween this year, it seems as though the frights are yet to come. One thing that I can say for sure is that no matter what the upcoming months bring, I will continue to allow you to follow me on my journey to discovering, exploring, and evolving in my photography journey.
I hope you will like what lies ahead and, as always, please comment and let me know your thoughts. I would love feedback and any insight that you may have into my work.
Blow the Trumpet, sound the alarm, America you let me down America you let me down As I look out the window in my kitchen The same window I’ve stared out for 27 years I’m worried I’m nauseous I aint doing too well I’m afraid for the world of tomorrow’s next four years I’m sick, puking and pacing and… Read more →
We climbed a hillside One he had been to many times before It was a place he brought all of the valley’s visitors All his friends His loved ones We climbed with quick excited steps Laughing and joking, how winded we were When I looked up from the grassy incline there was the pavilion Where camp was set up, and… Read more →
In every single moment I have eternal freedom Hello IOM fam, Share in the comments section how you stay present and live in the nowness of your precious gemstone life; share a word, a phrase, a anything that helps you remember the present moment and keeps you grounded and free. We want to hear from YOU, being here now!… Read more →
Arthur Seany, Death freak, radio dial space cadet, depressed. Cut the introductions with kitschy epitaphs Fuck you Ms. Wilkinson, ice cream addict, writer, And your biggest flaw, Klutz, And fuck your article about us and what we want And relationships And fuck this hopeless wallow in materialistic Plastic beaches Let me share something with you And your vapid discourse on… Read more →
In my closet I have a pair of shoes I have this pair of shoes because she gave them to me She gave them to me because she was moving far away Far away, to Seattle, but I hardly knew why I hardly knew why, because she spoke in riddles about her past Her past that had this darkness Darkness… Read more →
Oh-America-O, everyone’s writing poems about what’s Wrong I’m going to write a poem about what’s Good just let me do some research…… …………………………………. ……….ok I’m back I’m going to write a poem about what’s Wrong. Read more →
Writing on the wall Dead roses old apples and ants Broken mirrors and a tipsy papasan chair With unsanitary beanbag and seeker man Getting what he asked for Finally in the strangest way For it is the unintended outcome of Strange Which is brilliance between patterns and rules Getting ripe since avoided by most Absurd is Strange’s wicked uncle Who… Read more →