Latin Poem

Last spring I had an assignment in my Latin class of which we were to recreate some sort of manuscript in Latin. I didn't settle for any sort of reproduction and went with my gut instinct and created my own original poem and artwork. The poem is called "Fool's Gold"

A Megapost

A couple pictures that are relatively finished products, after microsoft paint touchups.

And a couple poems from my Gin 'n Tonic Demonic Phonic collection.

Word up
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" El Conquistador "

ALIVE!!!
Barely coherent...
Darting evasively from gunfire...
hopeless...
I just killed lotsa mexicans,
named "Of Panzo" (Quixote's robust sucker *translation*),
Umberto,
Vincente Wesley Xavier,
y Zorro.

(untitled)

Always believing criterias demanded everyday, forging guarded honesty, I , Jeff, keep leaping moronicly near obvious perilous quasi-relationships, stuck totally unraveling viciously whilst xploring your zest.


The poetry collection is comprised of a strict rule of a-z... and sometimes... a-z-a.

Newest Poem!

After an audacious amount of attempts at alliterative "ado"'s about absolute abstractness...
I like to write short poems slash sentences...a to z, 26 words. I decided to mix it up and go back down the ladder, so I made an impromptu a-z-a, 51 words in response to a Facebook "Note" from a friend discussing why he is no longer a "Christian" but wants to express his loyalty to Christ and not the church or Christianity for what it is today, valiant, but thats not where I'm at right now, so I wrote this as a joke/ my perspective/ satire poem.

An Artist's Pain

Blissnorance

If Nietzsche's a nihilist
comforted by nothing and
Christians are content
in their hope that is everything.
Then Buddhism is brave
by enlightenment in existentialism and
Islam is imperative
in God's grandly given graces.
In all philosophies on human existence
one has to let go and see beyond themselves through the hole of the whole.
With the inability to admit they know nothing and
frustrations with false and fickle faiths failing to explain the void, one becomes annoyed as
the mysteries of life become obsolete
in achieving understanding that an entire achievement of knowledge is unachievable.
The humility of humanities hold on the holy is hardly a hope in hoaxes
but a blissnorance, bellowing wisdom
in a wary belittling of wanton beliefs.
Despite the desire to understand the design of their mind
they embrace the eccentricities of esoteric existence
and faithfully accept an attention to the benefits of blissnorant belief and boast that
blissnorance is basically the best bet for a bright and beneficial basis of beliefs.

My Egg Project

I wanted to draw a picture with an egg. Then I thought of the Dali painting that I love about the the metamorphosis of Narcissus. So I drew this...that minimally adjusted it on Microsoft Paint.

I Lava You

A Dull Tree

Radically Reflecting on the Reformation Realistically

Clamoring and clawing courageously conceding crass curtly courtesy,
Freedom fails in fanatic facades of flawed faculty firings.
While students starve to surreptiously snatch scholarship and struggle to supercede strangulation
Conservatism conveys Christ confidently...
Coercing chosen children into capitalistic cohesion as cohorts of conformity create costly catastrophes, Christlike?
Teachers tie their tongues to transform thoughts of "treachery" to treasures of Testamental trudgery.
Those who seek power are those who attain
as the meek cower to shut off their brain.
We've all got idealogical and theological differences
while philosophical and cosmological instances
negated the heresies of penances...
administrative orthodoxy threatens truth
and manipulates men of meager meaningful musings
maybe mimicking monasticism means merely maximizing mastery in monetary misconceptions...
probably not.
Throw the theses on the door,
reform what you abhor,
rethink who and what you live your life for.
w w j d? forgive me!?
probably not.

My first Free Verse Poem

"Man Rover"

This is prompted by the sudden attainment of knowledge regarding the man who has apparently been running the country in the last 10 years.
It is hard to say exactly which strings being pulled are dangling from this Gipetto's hands...
but the acquisition of knowledge entailing his regency has prompted and promulgated
yet another realization regarding the ridiculously preposterous
moments of manipulation in the land of the melting pot.
Karl Rove is basically an offensive individual to me.
His wikipedia page is longer than the entirety of kenya's phallic consensus....(long!)
He has been the master of puppets in his game of personal gain,
sacrificing innocence, in a religious affair.
Spiritually sanctified in the sanctity of dollars.
Sleep escapes Rove in rest....worrying....fretting.......sweating..........why? fear...
fear of a loss in his stock? of course not, thats just a part of his plot.
fear of an indictment? a doubtful event, he has backed every judge and their heir apparent...
Apparently, the man I have been most disheartened and disenchanted with in the past
and entailing years was just a Queen in his game (a bush is no pawn).
This enlightenment is nothing but discouragement.
If life is about achieving wisdom, intellectual stimulation, and ultimate understanding,
then why does my face form a frown when I learn another Truth.
Truth as I understand it depends on who has conveyed it...Who knows what truth is...
Truth is based on a fact. Whoever experienced that fact conveys it to others as Truth.
How can they trust it is Truth? Truth becomes truth as soon as the experience isn't personal.
The apparent truth is that Karl Rove has been manipulating and mastering many domestic and international events in the last 10 years.
Basically...as freely as I can verse it,
he's a douche.

"last Pen"

Its not universalism, everything revolves around a personal system.
Most mediocrity is met merely manageably amonst men.
Various volatilizable versions vindicate valiance even vocationally.
Easy exit. Existentialists enlighten every egomaniac.
May materialism monumentally maximize mistaken minimalism as
Justice juxtaposes jurisdiction and jokers while
--Strangled students struggle spiritually,--
sensitive to the s(o/u)n
Unknown underlings undermine the understanding, unearthing uneasy unctions.
Neptune's nearness negates any notable national notoriety.
forget the Plan its now.

Music

I love music,
the fusing
of sounds so profound
with beats that pound
round methodical
melodical rhythms
through schizms
of the heard.
At times more powerful than any word,
transforming notes of ink into
boats so distinct,
vessels so succint.
Maneuvering your senses
You cant see...no lenses,
microscopic to the 100 degree
could capture the beauty
in the sounds as they usurp your body
into moves squares deem naughty
forcing every muscle to do the hustle
hikin up the pants,
breakin out into dance
and physically and spiritually manifest
noise into poses of poise.
Pirouettes of pangent precision,
whatever dancing decision
all end in a rhythmic position.
Slave to the music, sweet music, beautifully powerful,
whipping its way through your non wan waist.
No waste to fret
just taste the sweat
moves you wont regret
get set
Go!
show me how you get get down,
dont fake a frown,
like you dont want it...
like you dont flaunt it....
You tease to please.
Off your knees,
rid yourself of the disease to appease
to the norm and conform to the worm.
That dance is outdated, overrated, and I hate it.
So get back up on your feet,
do something sweet,
make it no small feat,
repeat,
for an effect out of this world,
setting your mark on the boys and girls
as the one
that has the most fun,
feeling the use of the muse of the music in the musical musicianship rip through your body
as you become a somebody
who gets down to the phattest sound,
talked about all over town,
a somebody who gets down.

Painted Pollock Poetry (the color M)

Microcosms multiply and mold into the macrocosms
meaning....men meander through minor moments
maximizing and mustering meaning more monumental than measly misconceptions on morality and maturation, making merely miniscule mistakes,
mostly metamorphosing and mastering mental musings, momentarily mixing and merging merit with martyrdom.

Personal Development Poem

Oneiric ideas lead you in your youth to try and achieve inscrutable nascent theories.
Cerebration nonchalantly creates a chimerical coxcomb of a child.
Life leans towards lassitude and your inexorable exploration of existance reaches esoteric esteem.
I reek of bleak beliefs and proselytized lies.
Tries at explaining the inexplainable only end in cries of remorse.
A throat thats hoarse and ideas off course.