new creations

The interweb is crazy these days. Privacy is under threat. Food and water will be next. Staying creative helps a bit. Mostly just posting creative works these days, check them out here

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here's a sample

Hafu documentary film

Growing up multi-racial and multi-cultural brought a lot of interesting curiosities and perspectives into my life. Some fellow Half-Japanese creators are currently in the finishing stages of completing a documentary film about the "hafu" (half-Japanese, half-other ethnicity) experience in Japan. This project is near to my heart in many ways and I'm personally curious as to how the final film will be.

First of all, as most projects these days, they need aide/help with the funding to finish this project.
Being as broke as I am, I decided to help in my own way and offer up some recent paintings I'd finished.

Please go and check out the site to help

HERE (hafu-film)

thank you and please help spread the word!

October Snow

Chief Wan-Tun had sores that sung chants so irritably lucid that there'd be no going back once the twisted word shattered with the swift swing of the heart's hammer. Dripping with the grasp of metal screws, words set free into the hardly breathable airs shared, a confession of solemn honesty echoes beyond the hum of time. Set me free with your eyes, let me cry like a detuned viola forgotten in more dire memories. Snow covered sheeting came with the morning breeze as the trains began to pull out for an untimely shift in spatial consciousness. Allow the whims to subdue the ignorance we feed with nutrients of energies unseen. Collaborate with one's self to shed the comfort of the mind's disillusioned frame, for boundaries are no more than forgotten ink with no place to take shape and translate the unimagined harmonies.

frequencies

rather infrequencies...

boredom brings the release

of things

hindered by dishonesty of

slandered thoughts

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this early morning

the moon is still out, hidden by clouds but still genuinely felt. Dashed by dreamscapes to awake to an un-abided energy calling out in constant revelry: the rain has come to clear the airs! every single tone has something to add to this joyous cheer. sketching the face of my beloved in dreams, learning a new shape and shade of nature reaching out beyond boundaries set by those unknowing. A certain calm falls over this being, this body sculpted for this skewed inner being, so curiously enamoured by the silence only the Earth can speak, which isn't 'silent' at all but rather a deep humming speech. Forever Endowed with Now. with a 'peacetime resistance' comes a new breath to what I only thought I knew, this comfort from another's eyes, opened or closed, beaming from a passed shadow, a place where we all felt alone at one juncture or another. though this chaotic haywire keeps sharing new colours with me, how can I possibly find perception stilled by mere ideas or notions, regardless of where they may be coming from or on what frequency I'm traveling. finding new poetry in the winds played again and again, there's no structure to this flowing vibration we call existence, only that which transforms to the wills we exude. imaginations explode with the fresh smell of african coffee brewing, what isn't from a foreign land these days? One must (and this is the ONLY way possible) orchestrate such morning glories. We must conduct our lives only as such, with brightness. With Love.

nau

there shall never be an 'again'. phosphorescent life climbs from the dingiest shadow imagined, only to blossom in to complete light. basking and reviving the once lamed sensation of living, away from the material gain of levels only attempted to reach. There never was a before or an after, we only recycle what's chosen to be remembered in an unconscious fit of masochism. Forever Now is all we've ever had, the only song that came to mind on windy days, the starlit day-break that shoved suicide to another date. We've lit our lives on fire before, even for an instant un-recalled, disintegrating that looming horror of action's weight, for to create a dream is far more trying than chasing them. be still. listen. manifest from the heart with acceptance and love. what could ever possibly be distracted when so intrinsically attentive? Whole-heartedly admitting to the day's circumstantial elaboration as we embrace time and space. another one on the rocks for the rocky terrain yet to be tried, nothing comes easy: to appreciate simply being in simplicity. please.

it took traveling to an island many times...

until we found one another...



Erin:

When her face speaks the sadness of yesterday,
I wilt a bit more,
than my own face allows the reflection to reveal.
Only if she'd let me hold her
for a little while,
I'd do my best to absorb the
blackhole vibes that sometimes
consume her eyes.
Then she's not alone.

a week ago, this came...

while on the rooftop, star gazing with her:

If I accidentally veer from your
eyes,
please know my gaze is only trying to
capture the moon
for you.
Or a cluster of stars with
5 galaxies
devoid
of blackhole thoughts.
Chasing shooting stars for us
to survive on.
I'll hunt the night
perpetual
for the hope that
we'll never fade
into daylight,
or deviate
from one another's
hearts.

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my dear brother, confidant, and tatooist Gary Gagliano...

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