So I wrote about Rats

So I wrote about rats today as I said I would and it turned out fucking great! Some Poems I have to really think about while I write but these just came to me (I think it was because the music was so good :) I really like it when poems just come to me. One particular thing about this poem is that I wrote it in two which is different I've never done that before but I think it's justified. In any case I'm going to post them here and I might re-post them soon enough as I've been thinking of putting all my poems on this blog.


Oh last thing before you read it both of these poems were inspired by the same song but were written while I listened to different parts. Please read according if possible (at the very least listen to the whole song) oh if you haven't been clicking the links at the bottom of my poems please do more important then what I'm writing is the feeling you get from it. Which I believe is better revived from music!

This part was written with the first 3:23 minutes in mind.

 

Rat revolution part 1

 

Life's not easy for rats

they live in the street

and to eat crumbs

they must compete!

but that's ok

because rats know

that their time

approaches slow

so they scurry and wait

they steal what they must

they are seen as a burden

but sometimes that's a plus

ya see

in history

traditionally

humans don't like rats.....

so the rats must wait

they must deal with the hate

they must dream away

and await the day

that they get to play

in the sun all day

the rat revolution is at hand

and trust me it will be grand

we will march accepted

and our ways will be protected

no longer subjugated to hate

free to give as much as we take

rats and people have so much in common

one day they say, we will see

and what dose it mean to be a rat

why it means to be free!


(Neat eh well part two was written to the rest of the song)

Rat revolution part 2

William was a rat

and that's a fact

and everyday he woke up

they told him how to act

Williams was a rat

that was stuck in a shell

the shell was his city

and his city was hell

and everyday Williams would steal

he would steal from the people

so his stomach he could fill

he didn't feel bad

because deep down he knew

that he was only a rat

there was only so much he could do

but... in his dreams he was a king

and everyone loved him

people adored him

they wanted to become him

William stole and heavy was his heart

all he knew was stealing

right from the start

what of the king who steals

William thought as he ran

if I am a rat that steals

then that just who I am!

But I can steal fear!

I can steal doubt!

I can steal the emotions

that people are better off without.

and without hate there is only love

and with love there is a place for all creatures above.

William ran with thoughts racing through is mind

he was done with running this time

he stood there and let the humans catch up

he then looked up and he said "enough"

"I am the king of rats and this is true"

"and it is I who will steal from you"

"I will steal your hate of my race"

"you're discontent"

"I will steal your malice"

"and I represent"

"every rat"

"that lives in the city"

"and it is not I"

"that require your pity"

"I have no regrets that I was born a rat"

"we are creatures of the same god that's a fact"

The humans looked at the rat confused

he did not run and was not amused

he squeaked with such confidence in his voice

he stole their hate and they rejoiced...

William, king of the rats the people did sing

he stole the language barrier

we understood everything

Creatures under the same god

ain't that the case

each with our different talents

occupying the same space

William the king of the rats

stole for the rest of his days

he stole the peoples problems  and their wicked ways

he was hailed as the greatest of rat kings

and he smiled a big smile

when he dreamed fantastic dreams.


(I think that was cool shit :)

Now for thouse of you that do not know me well let me briefly explain why I wrote about rats. I love animals (all of them) but I feel a certain kinship with a few species. Namely Rabbits, Rats, Octopuses and foxes. I have written about three of the four I feel this kinship with. Now I haven't really explained why I feel this kinship and I don't plan two anymore. (Maybe later)

Last but not least I am only doing eight more poems on face book. Because I want to dedicate more time to art. So...yea I'll go more into that later

 

I don't got a lot of art to post but the plan in to change that.

This is a picture that was taken of me that I messed around with. Well that's all tell me what you think of the poems good day.

Oh fuck yes

This won't be a long post promise

I made a cartoon thingy and I think it's pretty funny.

this is it


you should watch it then have someone else watch it.

oh and I really love this song no words

Damn every time I think I can't love gorillaz any  more they do some shit like this.

Rats and Octopuses

 I'm listening to Radio head but when finished this I was specifically listing too Nice Dream

Well I wanted some more time to pass before I wrote something but I figure I'm bored now so I'll write something now...

Last semester there was this girl I uses to talk too on occasion. On the last day of classes she said to me  " Donovan this might the last time I see you...". To which I said "Lucky you" I thought it was a clever things to say. Guess I still don't understand girls so well lol. 

I'm only writing 11 more poems on Facebook (or so I tell myself) I really feel like I should be drawing when bored not writing. I don't know when I got into the habit of writing, it's not a bad habit but I feel like if I'm majoring in illustration I should be practicing at that a bit more. I feel very weird about this whole poetry thing I did. It kinda came out of no where and I just kept with it the only reason I would do another one was because I liked how the last one came out. None of them describe all too much they are kind of like little tid bit's of my mind set at the time. Almost like they are notes on things I should remember about my self when I was this old. Maybe when I'm older I'll do a hundred more poems as compare and contrast how I think now compared to then. Wow it's even weirder now to think of the last hundred poems as a time capsule to my own thoughts.

For these last couple of poems I will write about rats and octopuses thoughts of you that know me well will know why. I will write to some of the music in my life that never gets old. I've learned a lot in the past couple of years through  my poetry but to be honest I always thought my writing was good I now want to focus on something I'm bad at. I don't know when these last poems will be complete I never put a date on myself when it comes to them anyway. But I feel this marks the end of something and the beginning of something else, it's exciting and a little sad at the same time. But hey that's change so bring it on I suppose.


But what else is new I still haven't found out what this blog is going to be about it seems it will be more random scribblings then anything else for the time being. I hope your ok with that who ever you are. I just reserved a hotel room for Anime Matsuri I to have all sorts of fun. It's a one bed hotel room and I'm splitting it with like 6 or 7 people if you want to come and need a hotel hit me up. If it sounds fishy it's probably cause you don't know who these things work trust me they are very fishy. I'm also starting a makeshift art club out of my house. the objective is simple meet up with other so called artists and do art things be it drawing painting writing movie making etc.


I'm also thinking of doing a low budget film... Argg my mind is all a flutter with bull shit I want to do and here I am just writing about it arrg.

Also MLA format is bull shit...   

 did this for a HCC college art class I think it came out ok.