silence so deafening.

And all the pathes would lead to the ocean.
And all your trailes would lead to the hills.
conflicting drifts of hot air to who knows where
Without knowing its not here

The opaque light that glistens off the tiny dots of brown
Unfamiliar familiarity to the sunshine

Of yesterday

Of tomorrow

Of no today.

Strange to the bones between the bones
Behind eye sockets of laughter
Behind eye sockets of sadness.

You call my name
Into empty caves of darkness
Your eyes like emeralds, seeing
What you want to see.

Somedays I see Art beneath the creeses in your hands
Somedays I am scared to see who you are when I am not around
Somedays. Somedays only sometimes matter somewhat.

MY heart is sore.
Somedays.

Without oceans an hills
Could the bloody pomegranate live.
Maybe Santa Cruz is the only place
It exists
Between the flesh of your big toe
And the marrow of my mind
Is it conditional to the conditions
That you created.

I know you have had your mind on those minded
Submissive jewels.
But tell me then, what are you doing with that jagged boulder
You keep tossing around and keeping near.
I can’t help but fear you miss those pretty little things that fit so nicely your pocket.

Breakfast Mountain

Breakfast Mountain - Mot a Mot from Oregan Records on Vimeo.

shit is tight. even better is J. HOLLERDAY - Breakfast mountain.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_k6BCRimfY

^ Old, but repeatedly amazing.

Creative creatures calling quietly, crawling critically, cringing quickly.
through the thoughts. thoughts. thoughts. of thinking that I have never known.

Bugs, blue, blonde, and beautiful butter my bracelets and bead my bread
because THEY don't love me, they just want my honey,
and YOU.

Kick me if I am telling the truth but I know lies even better than hellos.
And I know pillows better than my head
AND I know pillows better than my head.
AND I KNOW pillows better than my head.

And all those other fellows, they love you,
and they want you
But who's a fella and who's your father.

When the honey's gone and you're left upside right
in the middle of the day

CALL ME.

because I don't want your honey.

I just want to love you
and show you your wings
cuz babe,
you can fly.

March 15, 2010

walking backwards
I happen to gaze upon the star scattered sky
and though all the stars were glistening with mystery
one happened to catch my eye

I gazed and I gazed
and upon gazing steadily at this star which I chose
or star which chose me
the others began to disappear and fade to blackness
for only one star I was able to see

The star's light from eons away began to pulsate
coldness began to seep through the ground upon which I lay
I get up to leave but I don't get very far
And nothing seemed to matter anymore than this star

Nothing seemed to matter at all.

Little Video I made.

January 20, 2010

flutterby butterfly
because if you stay too long
you're going to get bored
don't enjoy too much of that tasty pollen
for its bound to run out
and flowers are destined to die
and your wings will one day break
and how much of this can you take

little butterfly
you are quite a beautiful thing
but when you open your mouth why do you
scream instead of sing

it sure enticing the way you fly
but when you look at me, its never in the eye

there's bigger and badder
bugs out there
and when i try to keep you safe, you just don't care
is it too much for you to bare?



i know you're going to keep on fluttering by
but stay a little longer
wont you, butterfly?

i hate christmas.