My Blog, My lifes

love lost, or forgotten ?

artdan — Tue, 21 Nov 2006 00:46:45 GMT

Is anyone else tired of no love? I’d much rather know love, than to have known love. Known love, is forgotten love, I want to remember love. I think I knew love, but then I think, “ if I truly knew love, or if I knew true love, would I have forgotten love?” Has the softness of its’ discovery been eroded by the coarseness of its’ loss? Is mine the only poets soul trampled by its’ leaving, or scared by its’ visit? Has love changed its’ color, its’ tempo? Can I not see it, or feel its’ passing? Was I blinded by it, so as to never see it again?

ENIGMAVILLE

artdan — Sat, 22 Apr 2006 00:50:16 GMT

Welcome to Eigmaville land of leaf blowers and lawn vac's. Where we buy our water in jugs and dirt in sacks. We give last years clothes to those who live out'a bags. And stop by wally world to pick up a bag'o'rags. We get down on our knees to pull the flowering weeds. And spend our saturday hours plant'n wild flowers. D.L. Blake

short poems long thoughts

artdan — Sat, 08 Apr 2006 01:45:17 GMT

Those who seek bigger gardens often end with weeds Those who seek better gardens start with better seeds If guns are outlawed, only outlaws will shoot themselfs in the foot In a village of idiots the smartest man is still an idiot Hit the stock market and play the odds. Here's to the corporate christ and all the plastic pocket gods. We're surrounded by laser eyed silver peeping monkeys ! Life; controlled chaos, or cosmic conspiracy ? Inner jurnies have the highest hurdles Growing up is a childhood of new freedoms It's only hard to find what you're looking for. A cold wind blows through the torn fabric of my soul. Hollywood, D.C. You can plant your seeds on fertil soil. Nourish them with sweat and toil. Throw in everything but the kitchen sink. You can lead a whore-to-culture but you can't make her think. The unmistakable rattle of rat shit as it dances up the vacuum hose of life. Smiles above the clouds of life Life's a dance if you listed to the music. How great a gift to have good friends that are good people. Some people are so busy looking for the silver lining That they just don't see the rain Reason jumps out the window when the lawyers walk through the door. Beware the naked ape he wears no shoes he gives no clues he pays no dues his hart has tattoos he sings the blues. Demons hide behind their own walls People seldom fall forward when they make a mistake High achievements based on low expectations Cosmic pinball Frog fast and rat dog ready While there is no doubt, that God made flies, I am of equal confidence that the devil tells them what to do. Sometimes your day job is a nightmare It's not that I don't want to do the right thing I just don't want to do it right now. NO DAY LACKS LEARNING Ain't nuthing wrong with Nascar that a couple of right turns can't fix Anything can be true in the mind of a fool The spirtual suffocation of religious supplication religion is organized, spirituality is realized Don't need no Caddy with leather seats just a good old hat, and shoes on my feet Internet wash and werewolfs hunt with candy flavored condoms Unbutton your eyes and see the surprise when dark becomes light and truth becomes lies. The less I stay the more I go The more I learn the less I know Sushi fondue and other brain slaps Grab your favorite Isum, do it without delay there's lots of roads to travel and lots of tunes to play all of the above, D.L. Blake

In the time of the ancients

artdan — Tue, 28 Mar 2006 22:56:58 GMT

In the time of the ancients There were no galleries No juried shows No mandated corporate expenditures for public art No “wear your best black” wine and cheese openings No monkeys rolled in paint post-modern simian expressionist No hyper-syllabic art reviewers spouting esoteric excrement No outsider art No insider art Just art Now we have pigeon holes Genres Schools Boxes for all occasions Outsider Is more than a name More than a box built by the corporate art world It Is A sense of being We’re people that are Because we are Not because of the vocation or avocation we’ve chosen Or by virtue of our training Rather Because we’ve given ourselves to the creation of things Things that have beckoned to us to share their form with this Physical world These words, these works Are dedicated to the spirit of those who Share this universal breath D.L.Blake