Model Poem

Charles Bukowski
As the Sparrow
To give life you must take life,and as our grief falls flat and hollowupon the billion-blooded seaI pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmedwith white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatureslengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrowdid to you; I am old when it is fashionable to beyoung; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh.I hated you when it would have taken less courageto love.

Blind Dolphin

To be awake you must fall asleep,
Subconscious is fully administered through sedation,
This is where truth truly peeks through.
Above a thick pool of bodies,
Peering into the endless, neutral, distance,
Blind dolphins flap their hinds and scream for hunger,
Bleeding into nothing as surroundings overwhelm.
I only acted the same as the dolphins acted towards you,
Reactions were subtle, yet the opposite of what was expected.
I giggle when it is suitable to cry,
I was absent when I should’ve been there to hold you.
Now you’re here but not really, when I really wish you could be completely.
Even though you’ve gained thirty plus pounds to your entrails, and vercose veins swallow almost every inch of your thighs.

Voice Poem

One-Ly

Only,

Existent under skin, bone,

Deeper sinking and settling than that of a ship,

Yet, mostly invisible

Eyes wide open,

Lacking lid contact,

Images of us so vivid in mind,

Almost as inebriation sets,

Yet it’s different with you,

Never fading,

As painful as you are delightful

Constant precautions,

Those to prove independence,

Even though that’s the last feeling brought to attention,

Longing for coexistence

Trouble dimming thoughts,

Eyes dry along with a lone heart,

Remaining open and ready for another to step in

This time it’s different! I Swear!

-Caseyhuizenga

Performance Poem

Canvas
While steadily pondering the subject,
Reach for the cupboard handle and pull,
Careful as a soldier tiptoeing through a minefield
While gathering tubes of syrupy tones,
Followed by snagging exactly three paper towels, a round for mixing, a thin bristled for outlining and a thick bristled for thickening.
While placing supplies on surface,
Continue to think on specific details composition will contain.
Details like thick; clean lines in the right places,
solid opaque colors, and the overall balance.
While dipping outlining brush into this thick; opaque goop,
This color-clouded water,
Feeling enlightenment as ideas continue to stream while composition builds up and is finished with satisfaction being the only outcome.

Now That I Know by Devendra Banhart

Mid Winter's day it's cold and I know for certain,When I go outside my head'll start hurting.It's a winter's day and I know for certain,When I go outside my head'll start hurting.

So I wrap it up in materials, to keep to keep my head from getting cold.Yeah, I wrap it up in materials, to keep to keep my head from getting cold.

And I said to all my friends when I have kids,I'm gonna want the child to be a long haired child.

When, I go outside to mingle in the snow,My head look like a globe aint no hair on it at all.do I buy a wig? Should my grow my beard and comb it upwards and around my ears?

Well, I can't for the kids to come, No, I can't wait for the kids to come, Say hey babe you go no no barber shop. Cause I want, yeah I want, I know for certain,I'ma want the child to be a long haired child.

Well, I can't for the kids to comeNo, I can't wait for the kids to come, Say hey babe you go no no barber shop. Cause I want, yeah I want, I know for certain,I'ma want the child to be a long haired child.

That's forsure yeah baby that's forsure. When the snow it hits my temple,I want to rush home and put on the kettle now,And warm my little brain and bald headI'm too cold to know if I'm alive or dead.

But, When my baby slips out my mama's womb.We're gonna enter a new life that's forsure.You're going to enter yourself back through your baby's front door.nOw, if want the baby to be a long haired childYou're gonna make that baby a long haired child that's frosureBaby, baby, that's forsure.

-->Devendra Banhart has been one of my main insperations since i first heard his eccentric voice in Toy Machine's ..'Suffer the Joy.' Not only was i turned on to his hippy-folksy vibe, but his voice created an overwhelming feeling of calming inside me. Almost as if listening to him put me in a meditative like state where everything's free and open. Having first heard Devendra, I quickly gathered his albums and studied his lyrics, even going to the extent of translating his spanish lyrics into english. Over the years i have gained much of devendra's sense of being through his music and philosophy on life through his lyrics.

Abstract Thought (visual)

'When's the last time you herd a funky diabetic?'

(Picture with background wouldn't upload due to bad format from photoshop)

"You're my pootsie-potsie!

Come and give gramma a kiss,"

Breath reeking of dank coffee and some other unknown substance,

Saggy neck skin spotted with freckles,

face clouded with wrinkles,

Oh grandmothers...

Sestina Poem

Sitting down timidly...in that way,
your environment becomes your personal universe,
looking hardly, moreover gazing...hear a voice,
seems as though senses are floating to the surface,
kneeling steadily near that multicolored post,
hardly dipping shoe tips in the non-existent water.

yanking your leg from this bright water,
feeling as though its the only method, the only way,
clenching now, this rainbow tinted post,
body being swallowed by the universe,
fading from this hysteria again, reality surfaces.
you stop, look and listen to that little voice.

contemplating who bears this particular voice,
watching this universal liquid fade, this floral water.
reaching and clamping fingertips to the surface.
literally visualizing this organic way,
its realized that mother earth is the true universe.
meditating blissful scenarios while rubbing this odd post.

catching oneself gazing curiously at this post,
listening carefully to the sound of your own voice,
watching in wonderment, this mother earth universe.
periopheral vision gives hints of yet more mystical water,
craving to gaze once again down this water way,
willpower takes over, remaining on the surface.

Aware now, happily gazing on the surface,
still curiously gazing at this wonderment post,
oddly again, feeling its the only path, the only way,
continually listening to that distinct, familiar voice.
avoiding that distracting, flowing water.
creating and controlling your own, specific universe.

Loving, living, feeling odd in this universe,
emotions disperse and wade on the surface,
now avoiding this post and gazing at the water,
then again, avoiding the water and gazing at the post.
ignoring that suspicious little voice,
because that, my friend, is the only way.

realizations on the universe, floral patterns on a post,
senses on the surface, listen to the voices,
ultimately consumed by water, that being a fine way.

Jordan Brown, 11, Faced With Life in Prison

This extremely violent crime was obviously a shock to everyone, especially considering Brown's age and percieved mental state. Being that Brown murdered his step mother and her unborn baby, he should definitely be tried, but as the juvenile he is, not as an adult just because it's such a vicious crime.