Copyright 2008 - 2010

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Portrait: Phase 2 - Charcoal and Ink Wash!

A step up from the graphite version. There's also some built up textures from a few coats of matte medium

Poem: Escapism

When tough times come I realize that I

Tend to climb up on the clouds and pretend to fly

I look up and latch my ogle onto the sky

I know that if I look away my wish will die

I’d probably fall to the earth just like my

Tears rolling off my face if I happened to cry

So I stay fixated, well, at least I try

Conscience reminded me of my web of lies

The figment crumbles from what I materialized

My ascended reverie now a fallacy of mine

I look pass my feet as the fluffy base spread wide

The walls I erected fall per reality’s rise

I land very softly, to my own surprise

Conscience was there to prevent my demise

Enthralling me, it laughed; inclined, I asked “Why?”

It said “If it wasn’t for me, you‘d be one unlucky guy!”

Portrait: Phase 1

Been itching to do a new technique i discovered at an art showing the other day. Here's the base drawing.


What's up everyone, it's been a while! Been a little busy with school work and everything. I plan on working on my painting, and attempt to train myself to use oils. I'm also working on bettering my poetry and lyrical talent, and am even collaborating with my cousin, who lives aaaaall the way in Florida!. Anyways, for content's sake, here's a quick image I rendered on CS2. Amateur photoshop at it's finest!

Either or, Neither, or Nevermore

A rhythmic patter ensues, and it’s eternal; the heart

A brief and bereft halt interrupts us, momentarily; it skips

From either love or loss it spawns, subjectively; whenever

Instinctively, unnervingly- forever insubstantial; we feel

Fear and love

In either hand

Wherein sight of

Do we understand?

Like stars above

Or earthly land

Two emotions thereof

Are equally grand

Notwithstanding failed finales, we remain in pursuit of them; it starts

Selfishness overtakes sanity and procreates obsession; with lips

Although we fake reins over action and impression; forever

Enslaved are we forevermore to a longing of cohesive algorithm; we seal

A somber malady

A beautiful melody

A sweet reverie

A harsh fatality

With intents actuality

We embrace openly

In pain secretly

A revolting reality

As to attempt a blatant revealing of our faults and revelry; depart

Embark on the voyage, engorge in ecstatic galore; a trip

Embargo your blood flow as you find what lovers adore; we’re clever

To become a part of you as you are one of me; until

A vanishing point

As horizons shatter

A deathly anoint

Our affections gather

Persons, one joint

Separation is rather

An ill-chosen appoint

A cleansing lather

On an plane of existence we coincide with each other; apart

On an axis we roam, convergence we can’t avoid; we rip

With grids we align as if coordinates were deployed; together

We realize that you and I exist for none but one another; we heal

As hands turn

And pivot freely

Our flame burns

Like candles ideally

Flesh is earned

Words are steely

As your yearn

Softens my feeling

Poem: Keys

I told her

Her love is the key and my heart is just the door

She could be my sea, and I could be the shore

We could be close, like the numbers three and four

That she would feel my love inside like an apple core

She told me

Together we could fly like a shooting star

It sounds really nice, be I can’t see that far

I’m doing the speed limit and you’re a runaway car

You’re like a blur: when I try to see you, it get’s hard

And then I

Caught her gaze as she let it fall to the floor

Said that if she didn’t have enough throttle, I’d give her more

And if she couldn’t bear arms I would be her warrior

That she was the only one I planned on fighting for

She stood up

And flashed a faux smile that tore my imagery apart

I had the right one in my hand , but played all of the wrong cards

She might have stolen from me and I could call it burglary

But I let her in willingly when I let her have my key

I made a few copies, though…

Sketchbook: Gesture and Figure

Here are some sketches of gestures and figure studies.

Sketchbook: Objects and Ideas

Here go a few random sketches pulled out of my sketchbooks. A few objects and ideas.

Poem: 9/1/10


Delve into the coal mine; my allegorized perception

Pressure forces brilliance; as lucent as a silent plea

This sentience constructs a foundation of remarkable deception

Amalgamated dementia, the fascia to erroneous glee

At its entrance, disambiguated silhouettes carve into the light

Onyx alternations: the positive and negative of memory’s pristine

I recall the past with clarity among my emotion’s insight

Despite it all, I attempt to grasp conceptual relationship by any means

Complications arose, birthed from our interlocking lace

Attempts to reconcile turn into systemized trolleys

If I wear a smile, could we be saved by its face?

Or would we plunge into the depths of spite and melancholy?

The veiled innards of this cave conceal prolonged warmth

And these eyes, though dilated, are accustomed to an amity ever lit

Hope casts a luminous reflection of our past, and juts it forth

As this miner unearths the diamond in sediment’s respite

This really makes me sad...

This is definitely a wake-up call for me. I don't think I've ever really encountered too many people who stood firm on idiotic stances like this. Like... I don't even know what to say about it. What's worse is that I know there are more people in America who believe in and will participate in this.

Here's a link to the web page article:

I just need to know what prompts someone to think: "I want to use radical methods to fight and advocate against radicalism." That's like trying to dry yourself off with water.

Two Poems


Let me scurry through my mind and then

Finger through some rambling’s

Think about my day again

Self-questioning without an end

Rectify my wrongs

Write lyrics to a song

Conform to the throng

Or worry that the syllables in this line make it seem much too long

I could change the genre

Seize life by the arm, or

Shock audiences with whispers

Like a double entendre

Whatever I strive

People will know I’m alive

Simply because I have a drive

That will never “take five”



Do I Impress you?

Well, wait until you listen to

What I have to say and why you’re one of the few

If you think my work is comparable to a jewel

Then think about the facets of a gem, and a craftsman’s tools

What I show is a ruse; and what I possess, we all do

A polished up surface breaking free from the crude

These words are just that- and if you don’t have a clue

Then I’m afraid you’re in for disappointment and rue

I’m about as unimpressive as untying a shoe

About as stale as old chips when you first chew

Occasionally awkward or unpleasant, like accidental drool

Or when your eyes falter from an accidental “I love you”

I won’t blame you if you detach the urge to pursue

Because I know when you see me you always think “Well, he’s kind of cute...”

... Wait, you say after all that, you still think I’m “kind of cool?”

Well I don’t object, but I do think you’re some kind of fool…

… Buuuuut, we can be cool fools together... "WINK!"

Love this commercial. Awareness as a nation and to our fellow American citizens is such an important aspect of our lives. It saddens me when I see or hear people who devalue another man's social status due to religion or personal morals.

Poem: 9/1/10

They Could

They could turn your allure into a language

And from you I would still find myself speechless

They could make your heart seem like a war zone

And, like a soldier, for you I wouldn’t dare to regress

They could reveal all of my wrongs

And, for you, I would atone

They could take the all the air from the earth

And I would still be able to live on your breath alone

They could veil the world in darkness

And I would still be able to find your light

They could force my eyes to close

And you would still be clear in my sight

They could find a way to stop us

And I would still find it difficult to not be moved by you

They could remove every pen, pencil, or paintbrush

And I would still have an inkling of what draws me to you


Haha this one is definitely old. Done way back in high school. I threw it through two filters in Photoshop CS2 to give it a grainy texture. Originally it wasn't as interesting as I remember hoping it would be. I figured I'd post this since I did happen to pull shapes from one block to make a smiley face... and who doesn't need a smile in their life?

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