Sunday, March 28, 2010

S.O.I.F.

The scarf of ineffable fortitude
Tied up and closely guarded
By those of intense solitude
But left behind
Like a remaindered solution
The star crossed cravings
Could not combat
The tribal drums
Of lusting souls
Those who sought to own
To hold
To be so bold
To be swathed in the scarf
Of ineffable fortitude
And all the hope it carried
And promises made
Of the possible tragedies
That come from all the deviant strategies
Of those soulless shells
Attacking
From their own personal hells
Hoping beyond prayer
For the help
Of the scarf of ineffable fortitude
Their triumphs of the spirit
And victories of the soul
But nothing tangible
Nothing to hold
And those wounded wanderers
So dead set
And hopeful
Were forced into a gray
A forgotten rewritten grey
That stood for nothing
et. al.
And made them feel small
At first one
But then all
As they sought the help
And the cure
And the changes held
By the scarf
Of ineffable fortitude

-RTB

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Don't Slam the Wind

I cannot write a slam poem about the summer breeze
It's something that does not come with ease
It will swirl and tease
And pass between my knees
And up around my hand to rattle my dangling keys
But anytime I sit down to write of it
This cool summer breeeze
Whether I'm near a river
Lake
Or blissful seas
I just can't write a slam poem about the summer breeze
Because you see the summer breeze is simply too relaxing
Melodically so
Because it does not blow for show
But rather it will pass and go
As thought it must let you know
That it does not blow for show
But rather just to pass the time

So I will try once again to write a slam poem about the summer breeze
But I warn you its just too tough
Because every single time that I
Commence to capture the speed and pounding rhythm of the breeze
I'm just forced to cease
It's simply too relaxing
My mind my race
And set the pace
For this ace
Of a poem to follow
But as soon as I swallow that most delicious air
And sit back in my chair
I lose sight of my goal as the wind picks up every single care
I would dare to share
And leave my mind a blank of quaint serenity

So I apologize to you once again
That I cannot write a slam poem about the summer breeze
I'm sorry I'm so mellow and at rest
Because at Best
I might be able to write a silly rhyme
But I'd rather passs the time
With glorious ease
Just me and my lemonade
In my hammock between these trees
So you know what...

I don't apologize
As I drift off to sleep
That I cannot write you
A silly slam poem about the summer breeze

Saturday, March 20, 2010

D.I.P.

My drunken poem
Of my drunk in words
Of forgotten lovers
And digested Hurts

Of braided problems
And stark white Lies
My corduroyed worries
As my wonder dies

The seams start ripping
As my thoughts unwind
Too much vino
Leave me over wined

A local train
On an expres track
Emotional vommit
That you can't take back

Hopeless insurrection
Of a partial plan
The scatterd topography
Of where I'll land

Of pickup artists
And screaming babies
Of hot pink expression
And exponential maybes

Those ugs and snuggies
A type of discomforts opposition
Regardless, leaves us all
In the very same position

Of Jacked up Daniels
And Grey Goosed asses
Over Jim Beaming perfection
All of it, an aspirin for the masses

-RTB

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The Sandwich

My monologue about my time in Istanbul when I made a poor life decision.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Tyrannosaurus Rich



This incredible piece of artwork find me using both Microsoft paint and the cut and paste feature of a scanned picture of myself to play beast master and create a very frightening creature that is apparently attacking South Park? Created July 28, 1998.

Monday, March 8, 2010

10 New Band Names

Casey Babylon and the Dutch Dinosaurs
Controlled Lunacy
Slightly Asian
Weapons Up Your Face
Ibuprofen for Life
A Hangover Named Yeti
Two Slug Explosion
Sweatshirt Cult
It Doesn't Even Feel Good To Sniff
The Beer Comes Out of Jesus

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Phrases and Words I Started Using in 2003

Dig this
Bugger off
I'm keen on that
Savy?
Do we have an accord?
Boogered!
History is full of examples of people who didn't discover their real creative abilities until they discovered the media in which they thought best. - Sir Ken Robinson