Monday, December 21, 2009
What I'm about
Belbe+Roch
Archania
This is a model of what ARCHANIA will look likeThese pictures you are about to see is part of a project that is sponsored for winter term by the University of Oregon, and is a show I'm working on to pitch to Adult Swim. It'll start as a web-production-and hopefully turn towards comics. All artwork shown is by Ashlee Branham and Drew McGrath
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
fluidity
fluidity, what a word
something no nerd
can observe
a current
to watch the approaching foot-steps
and the eyes that are at rest
confidence that exudes some charm
fluidity to the approaching warm
eyes
lips, part, and a smile starts
hello, echoes through both time and space
into the ears to the brainwaves chased
echoing with an acknowledgment
a tensing of palms,
a quickened heart-rate has its chalms
a response, hello, echoing with an acknowledgment
eyes stay straight, penetrating souls
the pupils wide like dim black holes
to a light that lies beneath
a strange smirk that is flexed in its sheath
I think I've seen you somewhere before,
says the eyes that do adore
I don't know where, and I don't know when,
but I knew I'd see you again
Oh really? I haven't the faintest clue
of ever having run into you
Its possible that I never wanted you to remember till now,
says the eyes with a raised brow
and where could I have seen you before,
doth the other eyes implore
another lifetime perhaps, but here we are now,
and the smirk shows, endearing and how,
why yes indeed, it is a beautiful night,
with the dark lights, and pretty...sights
care to join me? somewhere in a dream?
I'm not sure quite what you mean?
An outstretched upturned hand,
to quiet such strange demands,
guiding, leading, through the room
a connection can be made soon
As time went by,
and the words did move,
they hovered, they shivered, they soothed,
they penetrated the darkest holes,
and writhed around like tippy toes
filling the chasm of consciousness
with some heralded astonishment
at the utter confidence
fluidity
a current for
productivity...and much more
fluidity
to what the body needs
fluidity is what is decreed
waving like a reed
to the source of responsiveness
to being in control of times moments
perhaps you've seen fluidity before
perhaps now you'll know it more
perhaps again, fluidity has been achieved
but fluidity does not tell, it does not deceive
this is where I leave
the fluidity
something no nerd
can observe
a current
to watch the approaching foot-steps
and the eyes that are at rest
confidence that exudes some charm
fluidity to the approaching warm
eyes
lips, part, and a smile starts
hello, echoes through both time and space
into the ears to the brainwaves chased
echoing with an acknowledgment
a tensing of palms,
a quickened heart-rate has its chalms
a response, hello, echoing with an acknowledgment
eyes stay straight, penetrating souls
the pupils wide like dim black holes
to a light that lies beneath
a strange smirk that is flexed in its sheath
I think I've seen you somewhere before,
says the eyes that do adore
I don't know where, and I don't know when,
but I knew I'd see you again
Oh really? I haven't the faintest clue
of ever having run into you
Its possible that I never wanted you to remember till now,
says the eyes with a raised brow
and where could I have seen you before,
doth the other eyes implore
another lifetime perhaps, but here we are now,
and the smirk shows, endearing and how,
why yes indeed, it is a beautiful night,
with the dark lights, and pretty...sights
care to join me? somewhere in a dream?
I'm not sure quite what you mean?
An outstretched upturned hand,
to quiet such strange demands,
guiding, leading, through the room
a connection can be made soon
As time went by,
and the words did move,
they hovered, they shivered, they soothed,
they penetrated the darkest holes,
and writhed around like tippy toes
filling the chasm of consciousness
with some heralded astonishment
at the utter confidence
fluidity
a current for
productivity...and much more
fluidity
to what the body needs
fluidity is what is decreed
waving like a reed
to the source of responsiveness
to being in control of times moments
perhaps you've seen fluidity before
perhaps now you'll know it more
perhaps again, fluidity has been achieved
but fluidity does not tell, it does not deceive
this is where I leave
the fluidity
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I want our souls to touch
I want our souls to touch nose to nose
I want it to be like on the beach
toes to toes
but it can't happen it wont
I wanted our souls to touch ear to ear
to hear all the things you wanted to hear
but there is no touching I fear
yo...check it
I got my hand down the front of my pants
sitting in the corner, creep, too fucked up to dance
too fucked up to give in to romance
perchance I reckon its all in the construction
how the hell your look brings my destruction
how your eyes, your lips, your cheeks can be
the most horrible thing in the world to me
its like walking around the block a thousand times
like you are an old vcr stuck on rewind
trying to find the thing you lost
wandering forever forget the cost
its almost like I've given it all up in the moment
where the moment was spent, but I don't own it
and all I ever wanted was to share one thing
happiness
and all it brings
I want our souls to touch cheek to cheek
so I never am afraid
so I am never meek
I want our souls to touch lips to lips
so we share more than just a simple kiss
I wanted our souls to touch fingertip to fingertip
but I slipped
and I can never get over it.
Your soul is gone now
mine is too
I just wish you had had it in you
to stop my soul from going away
to keep me from becoming the man I am today
so fuck it
keep on truckin
keep on dodging and duckin
keep on runnin
just remember when the words are gone
that it was you, just you, all along
I want our souls to touch nose to nose
I wanted my heart and yours to grow
I want I want I want some more
but what I need, for what I implore
is just you
forever more
I want it to be like on the beach
toes to toes
but it can't happen it wont
I wanted our souls to touch ear to ear
to hear all the things you wanted to hear
but there is no touching I fear
yo...check it
I got my hand down the front of my pants
sitting in the corner, creep, too fucked up to dance
too fucked up to give in to romance
perchance I reckon its all in the construction
how the hell your look brings my destruction
how your eyes, your lips, your cheeks can be
the most horrible thing in the world to me
its like walking around the block a thousand times
like you are an old vcr stuck on rewind
trying to find the thing you lost
wandering forever forget the cost
its almost like I've given it all up in the moment
where the moment was spent, but I don't own it
and all I ever wanted was to share one thing
happiness
and all it brings
I want our souls to touch cheek to cheek
so I never am afraid
so I am never meek
I want our souls to touch lips to lips
so we share more than just a simple kiss
I wanted our souls to touch fingertip to fingertip
but I slipped
and I can never get over it.
Your soul is gone now
mine is too
I just wish you had had it in you
to stop my soul from going away
to keep me from becoming the man I am today
so fuck it
keep on truckin
keep on dodging and duckin
keep on runnin
just remember when the words are gone
that it was you, just you, all along
I want our souls to touch nose to nose
I wanted my heart and yours to grow
I want I want I want some more
but what I need, for what I implore
is just you
forever more
Funny Thing is
The funny thing is
remember when you were a kid?
remember when whatever you did
mattered, when you were a kid?
Where you'd bang a lid
run around all day
with your friends chasing you
so much time to play
remember when time moved slow?
things were funny then
I wish I had known
remember waiting for the bus?
the morning was such a fuss
Remember going to the pencil sharpener?
where each turn, your mind would wander
remember, the first time you took your step
haha me either, can't remember that...yet
I remember a time, when time moved slow
it was such a funny thing, as you grow
how time suddenly starts to move quite fast
and then, the funny thing is, being a kids the past
strange, its only the deranged
who say what they think
on topics of any range
Remember when you'd ask your parents crazy questions?
They'd think, then try to move you in the right direction
Remember when you had juice boxes?
and learned about dogs chasing foxes
Remember that time when you were young?
running shouting, not caring and having fun.
Are those times done?
Funny thing is I'm growing up
and my feet are farther away
so are my days of play
and as my body reaches its peak
puberty hits, sweat starts to stink
I've reached that brink
of what is/is not "adult"
funny thing is, that you consult
your friends, your family all of your peers
but they don't know the end of your years
they don't know what happens next
funny thing is, they don't know what to expect
Remember what your mother used to say to you at night?
as she kissed your cheek,and pulled the covers tight
right before she turned off...the light
Remember that time when a kid had an accident?
everyone knew, the smell was omnipresent
Remember that time, so long ago, where you were a child, and you first saw snow?
How white it was, frosty and nice, your snowman might freeze overnight
the cries of delight, the snowball fight
the funny thing is, that time marches on
the end is the beginning
until the times wrong
but the funny thing is
always around you
and the funny thing is
it will always astound you
you remember it all
every minute described
of your childhood
passing
before your eyes
but the funny thing is
you never knew it then
and the funny thing is
you can't stop it my friend.
remember when you were a kid?
remember when whatever you did
mattered, when you were a kid?
Where you'd bang a lid
run around all day
with your friends chasing you
so much time to play
remember when time moved slow?
things were funny then
I wish I had known
remember waiting for the bus?
the morning was such a fuss
Remember going to the pencil sharpener?
where each turn, your mind would wander
remember, the first time you took your step
haha me either, can't remember that...yet
I remember a time, when time moved slow
it was such a funny thing, as you grow
how time suddenly starts to move quite fast
and then, the funny thing is, being a kids the past
strange, its only the deranged
who say what they think
on topics of any range
Remember when you'd ask your parents crazy questions?
They'd think, then try to move you in the right direction
Remember when you had juice boxes?
and learned about dogs chasing foxes
Remember that time when you were young?
running shouting, not caring and having fun.
Are those times done?
Funny thing is I'm growing up
and my feet are farther away
so are my days of play
and as my body reaches its peak
puberty hits, sweat starts to stink
I've reached that brink
of what is/is not "adult"
funny thing is, that you consult
your friends, your family all of your peers
but they don't know the end of your years
they don't know what happens next
funny thing is, they don't know what to expect
Remember what your mother used to say to you at night?
as she kissed your cheek,and pulled the covers tight
right before she turned off...the light
Remember that time when a kid had an accident?
everyone knew, the smell was omnipresent
Remember that time, so long ago, where you were a child, and you first saw snow?
How white it was, frosty and nice, your snowman might freeze overnight
the cries of delight, the snowball fight
the funny thing is, that time marches on
the end is the beginning
until the times wrong
but the funny thing is
always around you
and the funny thing is
it will always astound you
you remember it all
every minute described
of your childhood
passing
before your eyes
but the funny thing is
you never knew it then
and the funny thing is
you can't stop it my friend.
Stab at Epic Poem: written in 2 hour span in spanish, span spanish, que paso?
Gather round children for sights and sounds
with a tale that goes round and round
a tale with the variables of fun
constant like the setting sun
designed to rise and begin again renewed
for there is a moral to be misconstrued
and as the day turns to night
with the rush of artificial light
the yearning and hunger
of our plight; enters your mind
but not your sight
You see there is a curse upon man
a curse bound to come again
a feeling wavy like the tides
an ugliness sprouts from inside
but as the sun sets and
the story goes, remember
that the ugliness grows
There was a flower in a lot
gravelly, empty, but for said forget-me-not
that grew effervescent and ever long
growing unnoticed by those moving along
the color was black, but the stalk was white
a metaphor for the constant plight
a metaphor for
the night
the question is not why the flower grows
or why no-one notices, no-one knows
but why there is only one
in the lot
under the sun.
Once this lot was full
until thee gravel took its toll
and the flowers died
no-one cared to cry
because no-one wondered why.
As time passed it came at last
the flower with a white stalk and black rose
turned completely dark
like hairs from the nose
and no smell emanated forth
as the blackness took its course
a wave of light splintered out
and the lot was morose
but people did not notice
comatose
the blackness that resides inside
must be at first realized
or else you will
know your lot
and your life as an
empty plot
of forget-me-nots
Until one day someone stepped up
and looked into the empty lot
and began to notice that it was not
as it appeared, early in its years.
The citizen ventured in
to see the lot with chagrin
and to pick the black
where it was placed in slacks
the metronome of a story in a broken home
to where said citizen roamed,
now no longer alone.
For a friend had been found
surrounded in blackness
all around
the curse began to make its round
without sight, smell, or sound
They say opposites attract and its true
for in some way opposites are brought to you
and me and everyone else
that effects sense of self, but
if opposites attract and come hither
are the similarities to whither?
Said citizen did not care
complacent eyes, indecent stare
a communicated blackness brought to bear
and the metronome stopped
with the ticking of the clock
a sharp -pop- and fast relief
but the color was sheathed
as blackness lay beneath
the citizen left the scene, a black rose within the seam
left to its own devices it did gleam
and shimmer with false reasoning
What does it mean
What does it represent
time passed or time spent
the blackness does not
relent
The lot was passed many a day
the dust settled in the decay
and sunlight would not touch the spot
of the last forget-me-not
someone whimpered, someone sang
the beginning of a sad refrain
a percussion supplied by rain
of a love to never return again
paradise lost
innocence as well
all roads lead a path to hell
if one does not listen well
pray tell
the sun sets
with its precedents
the citizen rode by car
the travel began near
and left far
an intangible sense of decadence
accompanied every spin
from the wheels within
an intangible reach in
to a sight beneath them
the citizen rode by car
the rose was close and far
to say the journey was pleasant
is to ignore the omnipresent
surrounding like moon and stars
shining down upon the car
where the source
was now ajar
as time traveled through the continuum
the blackness became a shoe-in
to change the course of history
by propagating human misery
but alas the lines have traveled to far
for now we must return
to the citizen, in the car
The tires stopped, the brakes screeched,
the dust settled on the ground beneath
the citizen's scuttling feet
for the curse was to be spread
to postulate the beginning as the end
for fate turned upon its friend
for the citizen was to spread the curse of man
before reaching the hearst's-van
the scuttling steps crushing insects
drawn to the footsteps via vibrations;
the citizen felt again the sensation
to breed and begin again
to rise to fall
to spread the curse
for man
to call
the walk ran on
the dusk was thick
and in the citizen's
mind comfort began to slip
a mind idle
at rest
and at ease
for the blackness began to feed
no whiteness left
places to fill
build and construct
things that spill
the knowledge
dark and endless
filled the space
that time
hadn't intended
to embrace
the sun-lit shadows swept across the sands
illuminating the movements of our stranger hands
the citizen opened the door to walk on
found what he was looking for all along
the sweet taste
washed away
the bitter embrace
All was quiet despite the hour
as the citizen rode it began to shower
solid raindrops fell
ignored via a protective shell
and for the citizen as he past
the darkness seemed light at last.
When the sun chose to rise once more
the citizen reached conclusion's shore
and entered the city
the new town
and noticed darkness all around
eyes past, dark and sullen
like the Christmas forgotten
be hoof of chutton
and the close contact
the brushes past
all were as if in
time's looking glass
the citizens walk swam through
the crowd to the right avenue
the repetition as they past
reflected in
the looking glass
Where did it all lead?
To find the gathering
a sight to be seen
a choice to make
with reasoning
cars honked; pigeons patted;
stoplights switched; massed missed
chances
opportunities that glisten
like the forget-me-nots
to which no-one listens
the citizen trotted forth
as others went through
all along an avenue
a cry; a shout, the heads turned
to witness the conflict they did yearn
the stranger walked on
not perplexed
no need to witness
nor reflect
Light danced within windows
showing a shade of the world
the citizen's stomach churned
against the walls and burned
but nothing was unexpected
just blackness
and nothing to be
reflected
the shade of the world past
revealing nothing that could be grasped
The heat did rise
visible sweat in every citizen's eyes
what did arise
exhaust
no-forget-me nots
just everyone's face
everyone a blur
somewhere someone
did discern
the citizen walked on
but the timing
was all wrong
checking face
on a timepiece
the clock did race
it was 12:00ish around noon
whoever was coming
would be there soon
What did the fates have in store
and to what does time implore
a circle
forever-more
urban chaos, a minefield
funk
the sweat drenched
and the people stunk.
The citizen strolled compelled
yet showing nothing; the temperature swelled
red, to green, a shift
a means
to end
destinations
they went
Where goeth the strong? The weak?
The brave?
To what thoughts are such
displayed?
Movement met times lament
money was spent
the details...absent
clouds drifted slowly
there were few at all
just the light, the street,
and outskirts of a mall
an attractive one amidst the muck
one whose image stuck
but there was darkness to fast to tell
and like a coin it fell
into a wishing well
never to be noticed
never at all
never to be remembered
punctured; by times call
at the outskirts of a mall
violence, natural
to science
natural
like violets
a green parade
displayed
the entrance
to the shoppers parade
whisking in and out
moving quick
in small amounts
the citizen surged
forth and back
never once able to
relax
Wisdom of years
knocking knowledge
taught through peers
experience predates:
decision
Deciding now was the
right spot
the citizen snatched the forget-me-not
and the stars sparkled
in the sky
blocked by the walls and
the blue outside
ripping the rose
the citizen did stare
at the withered flower
there, the problem was
time will tell
but perhaps it'd be best to wish the citizen
well....
the recognized memory
cognized
creating enough time for the citizen
to realize
in the crowd was one “snake-bitten”
and whose destiny
was intermittent
with memory,
and
a decision.
Raising the necessary tool
the citizen obeyed
the darkness that ruled
and let the choice
be made
to put the
memory
as one to fade.
Perhaps, there is always the element of chance
as such-romance-fancy-pants-morning radio-natures dance-
no fate to remonstrate
choice the
citizen did make
again......
goes the sad.....
refrain....
So next time you pick a forget me not
make sure it is
the choice you've bought.
Otherwise your just in an
empty parking lot
staring at the one that chose to grow
where all the others never showed
and the shot echoed in the corridor
the citizen's eyes did bulge
his head did sink
and as the moment passed
the citizen was on the brink
a mission accomplished
never to be attempted again
but if you are going through hell
you keep going my friend
and so where one cometh
one must go
and find the flower
that chose to grow
now
you
know
and
what
you
know
time will
show
with a tale that goes round and round
a tale with the variables of fun
constant like the setting sun
designed to rise and begin again renewed
for there is a moral to be misconstrued
and as the day turns to night
with the rush of artificial light
the yearning and hunger
of our plight; enters your mind
but not your sight
You see there is a curse upon man
a curse bound to come again
a feeling wavy like the tides
an ugliness sprouts from inside
but as the sun sets and
the story goes, remember
that the ugliness grows
There was a flower in a lot
gravelly, empty, but for said forget-me-not
that grew effervescent and ever long
growing unnoticed by those moving along
the color was black, but the stalk was white
a metaphor for the constant plight
a metaphor for
the night
the question is not why the flower grows
or why no-one notices, no-one knows
but why there is only one
in the lot
under the sun.
Once this lot was full
until thee gravel took its toll
and the flowers died
no-one cared to cry
because no-one wondered why.
As time passed it came at last
the flower with a white stalk and black rose
turned completely dark
like hairs from the nose
and no smell emanated forth
as the blackness took its course
a wave of light splintered out
and the lot was morose
but people did not notice
comatose
the blackness that resides inside
must be at first realized
or else you will
know your lot
and your life as an
empty plot
of forget-me-nots
Until one day someone stepped up
and looked into the empty lot
and began to notice that it was not
as it appeared, early in its years.
The citizen ventured in
to see the lot with chagrin
and to pick the black
where it was placed in slacks
the metronome of a story in a broken home
to where said citizen roamed,
now no longer alone.
For a friend had been found
surrounded in blackness
all around
the curse began to make its round
without sight, smell, or sound
They say opposites attract and its true
for in some way opposites are brought to you
and me and everyone else
that effects sense of self, but
if opposites attract and come hither
are the similarities to whither?
Said citizen did not care
complacent eyes, indecent stare
a communicated blackness brought to bear
and the metronome stopped
with the ticking of the clock
a sharp -pop- and fast relief
but the color was sheathed
as blackness lay beneath
the citizen left the scene, a black rose within the seam
left to its own devices it did gleam
and shimmer with false reasoning
What does it mean
What does it represent
time passed or time spent
the blackness does not
relent
The lot was passed many a day
the dust settled in the decay
and sunlight would not touch the spot
of the last forget-me-not
someone whimpered, someone sang
the beginning of a sad refrain
a percussion supplied by rain
of a love to never return again
paradise lost
innocence as well
all roads lead a path to hell
if one does not listen well
pray tell
the sun sets
with its precedents
the citizen rode by car
the travel began near
and left far
an intangible sense of decadence
accompanied every spin
from the wheels within
an intangible reach in
to a sight beneath them
the citizen rode by car
the rose was close and far
to say the journey was pleasant
is to ignore the omnipresent
surrounding like moon and stars
shining down upon the car
where the source
was now ajar
as time traveled through the continuum
the blackness became a shoe-in
to change the course of history
by propagating human misery
but alas the lines have traveled to far
for now we must return
to the citizen, in the car
The tires stopped, the brakes screeched,
the dust settled on the ground beneath
the citizen's scuttling feet
for the curse was to be spread
to postulate the beginning as the end
for fate turned upon its friend
for the citizen was to spread the curse of man
before reaching the hearst's-van
the scuttling steps crushing insects
drawn to the footsteps via vibrations;
the citizen felt again the sensation
to breed and begin again
to rise to fall
to spread the curse
for man
to call
the walk ran on
the dusk was thick
and in the citizen's
mind comfort began to slip
a mind idle
at rest
and at ease
for the blackness began to feed
no whiteness left
places to fill
build and construct
things that spill
the knowledge
dark and endless
filled the space
that time
hadn't intended
to embrace
the sun-lit shadows swept across the sands
illuminating the movements of our stranger hands
the citizen opened the door to walk on
found what he was looking for all along
the sweet taste
washed away
the bitter embrace
All was quiet despite the hour
as the citizen rode it began to shower
solid raindrops fell
ignored via a protective shell
and for the citizen as he past
the darkness seemed light at last.
When the sun chose to rise once more
the citizen reached conclusion's shore
and entered the city
the new town
and noticed darkness all around
eyes past, dark and sullen
like the Christmas forgotten
be hoof of chutton
and the close contact
the brushes past
all were as if in
time's looking glass
the citizens walk swam through
the crowd to the right avenue
the repetition as they past
reflected in
the looking glass
Where did it all lead?
To find the gathering
a sight to be seen
a choice to make
with reasoning
cars honked; pigeons patted;
stoplights switched; massed missed
chances
opportunities that glisten
like the forget-me-nots
to which no-one listens
the citizen trotted forth
as others went through
all along an avenue
a cry; a shout, the heads turned
to witness the conflict they did yearn
the stranger walked on
not perplexed
no need to witness
nor reflect
Light danced within windows
showing a shade of the world
the citizen's stomach churned
against the walls and burned
but nothing was unexpected
just blackness
and nothing to be
reflected
the shade of the world past
revealing nothing that could be grasped
The heat did rise
visible sweat in every citizen's eyes
what did arise
exhaust
no-forget-me nots
just everyone's face
everyone a blur
somewhere someone
did discern
the citizen walked on
but the timing
was all wrong
checking face
on a timepiece
the clock did race
it was 12:00ish around noon
whoever was coming
would be there soon
What did the fates have in store
and to what does time implore
a circle
forever-more
urban chaos, a minefield
funk
the sweat drenched
and the people stunk.
The citizen strolled compelled
yet showing nothing; the temperature swelled
red, to green, a shift
a means
to end
destinations
they went
Where goeth the strong? The weak?
The brave?
To what thoughts are such
displayed?
Movement met times lament
money was spent
the details...absent
clouds drifted slowly
there were few at all
just the light, the street,
and outskirts of a mall
an attractive one amidst the muck
one whose image stuck
but there was darkness to fast to tell
and like a coin it fell
into a wishing well
never to be noticed
never at all
never to be remembered
punctured; by times call
at the outskirts of a mall
violence, natural
to science
natural
like violets
a green parade
displayed
the entrance
to the shoppers parade
whisking in and out
moving quick
in small amounts
the citizen surged
forth and back
never once able to
relax
Wisdom of years
knocking knowledge
taught through peers
experience predates:
decision
Deciding now was the
right spot
the citizen snatched the forget-me-not
and the stars sparkled
in the sky
blocked by the walls and
the blue outside
ripping the rose
the citizen did stare
at the withered flower
there, the problem was
time will tell
but perhaps it'd be best to wish the citizen
well....
the recognized memory
cognized
creating enough time for the citizen
to realize
in the crowd was one “snake-bitten”
and whose destiny
was intermittent
with memory,
and
a decision.
Raising the necessary tool
the citizen obeyed
the darkness that ruled
and let the choice
be made
to put the
memory
as one to fade.
Perhaps, there is always the element of chance
as such-romance-fancy-pants-m
no fate to remonstrate
choice the
citizen did make
again......
goes the sad.....
refrain....
So next time you pick a forget me not
make sure it is
the choice you've bought.
Otherwise your just in an
empty parking lot
staring at the one that chose to grow
where all the others never showed
and the shot echoed in the corridor
the citizen's eyes did bulge
his head did sink
and as the moment passed
the citizen was on the brink
a mission accomplished
never to be attempted again
but if you are going through hell
you keep going my friend
and so where one cometh
one must go
and find the flower
that chose to grow
now
you
know
and
what
you
know
time will
show
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