S a t s a n g a m

t h e p u r p o s e f u l u s e o f u n i t y

After All.

There are hands that govern,
Fingers that flow
Lands that smother, linger and grow
Tired they sow
Often worst made plans
Caravan their dreams for a flash in the pan
Many they can
So many they won’t
Learn how to swim,
Yet paddle a boat
Hopelessly float
Their river of desire
How long they ignore
The un-tameable fire
Cherish, expire
A cyclical dance
Rituals fan the flames of the cynical man
Simmering
  Withering
     Blithering fool
                           A rake,
                 A shovel,
        A spade,
A tool
       The frayed end of a spool
A cool lake muddled
Puddles of guzzled you,
                              You schmuck in a bubble
Rubber rubble is your Soul
Only you are less when you’re whole
You’re flesh and you’re bone
So maybe it’s best if I left you alone

After all,
nobody’s perfect.

Shameful Consciences

A tangled human mess
The best bow to no one but shame
The lame, blame the games that they play
All the while, no one can say what there is to be said, or done,

None

Suns will set, and moons will rise
But forever will there be an absence of reprise
Solutions in disguise, masked by the greater good
Burned in the earthen soot
Many is the peoples foot,

That’s down,


But altogether powerless
Cowardice may reign, but the acid sky is hour-less
Now it’s just greed,
That knows no time
Rhyme and reason,
Crime and treason,
Seasons of slime
Grime and fingertips
Plenty of sticky coins
Loin cloth’s of dollar bills
Made and printed in their very own paper mills

Dis-tilled justice

Die-luted peace

They put the motherfucking mark in the beast
Savage to say the least
And there they sit
Feasting and full mouthed
Bowing to their conscience that begs them to pull out

She Is…

I’ve been writing, and I’ve been reading.  I’ve had my eyes open, my heart and mind too. 

A Khalil Gibran painting inspired this piece. 

Alone

She lies naked atop the clouds
Heir to the throne in the skies
Black and blue and grey all over
She feeds the mouths of babes
Serenades the canyons
Plans nothing,
but the rest of time
     Wind swept sighs

Tickled by fingers, her back is a Graceland
Mourning to the South

Together

Hands filled with everything,
Save for the empty
Tempted by no one
A solitary sentry
Still, but always watching
Like a Lisa of fame
She is the un-dousable flame.

Nothing

She is a pit of despair,
A blackness in air
Graded on curves that are no longer there
Her beauty is fleeting
Hair, formerly greeting
Is gone
Long
So very long
Gone
She is, she was.

She

Reflecting on Satsangam

As you may or may not have noticed, I haven’t posted a damn thing in near a week.  A big part of that has to do with the technical difficulties with Tumblr, and they way they have been “handling” my case, which is to say, they haven’t been doing a whole lot of anything for me.  Surely I’m helping them out though.

I digress.

The aggravated time off from it has given me some perspective on what I want this to be, as well as reflect on what it has become.  I’m all for giving glory to other people, and their respective work, but I feel that some of the focus has come off of what I truly intended this to be in the first place.  A home for my work.  A large reason why I haven’t posted as much of my own stuff is because I haven’t had a whole lot of inspiration, or time to reflect upon what inspiration I’ve had, and produce new things.  Most of what I’ve been putting up is back logged, archived photos.  I grow tired of that, and plan on changing that. Of late I’ve been writing a lot more, and I strive to be doing a lot more.

As a quick overview, I want to let you guys know that I will continue to put up my photography, but I’m going to focus on giving you guys new images, and focus less on digging through the proverbial crates for older things.  I also plan on giving my writing a bit more shine, but that will take time.  The daily tune is going to end, because I don’t want the headache of it, which is what it has become.  Society6 will more than likely stop as well, as I think I need to bring a bit more of the focus back on what I produce, and less on what “publish”.  This site is me, and reflective of who, and what I am.  Nothing more, and certainly nothing less.  Having said that, it will be embodying the “less is more” credo.

Hopefully you guys enjoy it all the same.

Until next post,
Mitch.

Problems

With continuing problems with both my Queue, and Drafts it seems that I am going to be having a little bit of a lighter week on here.  I may still toss up a Society6 POD, and perhaps some writing, but my own content will be lacking.

Thanks guys,

Mitch.

Society6 POD - He Said What? by Joshua Cole
I’m not really sure what’s going on in this piece, but I really, really like where it.  Thoughts? Ideas?
As always, click through for a better look, but not an explanation.

Society6 POD - He Said What? by Joshua Cole

I’m not really sure what’s going on in this piece, but I really, really like where it.  Thoughts? Ideas?

As always, click through for a better look, but not an explanation.

Drafts

Apparently Tumblr doesn’t want to give me access to my drafts, which is where my daily tune, pictures for the day and fun writing are held…thanks Tumblr, you make a Monday the best.

Friday Forty’s pt. 2 - Vapors by Snoop Doggy Dogg

Let’s ride it out.  One more Snoop for the road since I missed out on last week.  Have a great weekend guys.

Friday Forty pt.1 - Snoop Dogg - Paper’d Up.

A gangster spin on a wicked classic.  At the end of a long week, and a brain that’s full of spaghetti, I just need to mellow out with some Snoop.

Society6 POD - Pee-Wee Football by Patrick Brickman
More clever wordplay from Patrick Brickman.  Solid piece, and fantastically detailed.
Click through to check out in detail.

Society6 POD - Pee-Wee Football by Patrick Brickman

More clever wordplay from Patrick Brickman.  Solid piece, and fantastically detailed.

Click through to check out in detail.

Just a nice emotional photo that I didn’t take.
Love you ma.  You mean the world to me.

Just a nice emotional photo that I didn’t take.

Love you ma.  You mean the world to me.

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El Pueblo Unido
El Michels Affair
Society6 POD - Dingle H. Peabody by Alex Spinney
The detail work around the eye of this peacock is mesmerizing.  I am totally drawn to peacocks…perhaps one day I will post my peacock writings.
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Society6 POD - Dingle H. Peabody by Alex Spinney

The detail work around the eye of this peacock is mesmerizing.  I am totally drawn to peacocks…perhaps one day I will post my peacock writings.

Click on the photo to see more.

When memories are all you have.

When memories are all you have.

Bibo No Aozora/Endless Flight/Babel” by Ryuichi Sakamoto / Jaques Morelenbaum / Everton Nelson / Gustavo Santaolalla off of Babel Soundtrack

Uploaded my daily tune, and I forgot to add the track, artist, album info…so here’s a video of a sad song I love.

Oh, in case you didn’t know, I love sad things.