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BECAUSE (for my mother...) Because i’m difficult not fooled easily of my own mind quick witted smart a smart ass fiercely independent and always want to remain so Because it wasn’t always this way Because i wasn’t always this way Because i wasn’t confident wasn’t sure was foolish didn’t listen failed again tried again never gave up and don’t intend to Because it wasn’t always this way Because i wasn’t always this way Because i’m an artist a writer a filmmaker creative imaginative thought differently and will continue to do so Because it wasn’t always this way Because i wasn’t always this way Because i’m you in a different time under different circumstances under different conditions you the second time around your long hours your sweat and tears the sum of your sacrifices connected by blood muscle and bone Because it wasn’t always this way Because i wasn’t always this way – vagabond © From my forthcoming book of poems, prose, scripts, photography and art #NothingToBeGainedHere #mothersday #poem #photocollage #vagabond

#nothingtobegainedhere #aprilispoetrymonth #lookingfortrouble a #poem and #art by @vgbnd April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month… Check back each day to this space for more… And share what you like… both online and off… Shortlink: http://wp.me/p1eniL-1Gx

(via Because (For My Mother))

Garage Tapes vol. 1 - Kings - Live

(vía #nothingtobegainedhere | less than ideal art, ideas and ideals for a less than ideal world…)

If it howls in the night, you walk it. Walks to the edge? You off it. Have something to say? You're a prophet, They like what you say, so you profit. You called for a shrink? Yo, I got this. You're not all there, but you're not sick. Tell me all your problems darling; tell me that the world's been cruel and your starving. I don't mess around with plastic viles with the smiles. Not my style. Ups, downs, baby, I'm monastic I pray to the Gods on the plastic classics. You called? Let it ring, Yo, I got this, feeling I should stay at the apartment, and tell you all my problems, darling; tell you that the world's been cruel and I'm starving. There are a days where that sun won't shine on you, so you set a fire, and you let it burn through. Where you gonna run when the storm hits? I'll be at the eye, smiling wide, in the thick of it. You're missing it, I love a good beating, I revel in it just like a pig in shit. You called for a sign? Yo I got this. We're all fucked up and we're all sick. Learn to love the lows, my darling, you'll be feelin' better in the light from the morning. I don't care. I don't know. I don't talk about them no more. 'Cause you gotta be crazy keepin' the past on the tip of your tongue, under the small of your back, in your pocket. That's where your spine is. The word is “forgotten” That's what you need to be callin' the ones that keep you up at night: “forgotten”

won’t you show me some love? a little bit of sweetness. are you capable? show me that you really need someone.