Fall Feature

October 1st I was featured in EKG Literary Magazine, thanks to a reference from my sister poet Kezia. I am featured as their spotlight poet, check it out!

Starving Artist Piece 10-9-08 Kezia A. Snipe & Th3rd

Th3rd
Words, words, words couldn't begin to describe
shoot words can't pay the bills to keep me inside
Cause outside there is turmoil, blood spilt on spoil and plots to foil a ghost enemy
but back on our front I'm realizing minute by minute how life is harder than hard
words don't pay attention to bills, they only fill date and show the money I owe
when i refuge to the pages, I want the sages and the saints to erase my complaints
an artist hungry to be heard,
an artist starving to live
all I need is these words to give
BACK

Kezia
unemployed poets
just tryin to make some noise
poised to hear anything but recession
and yet tryin to make ends off this gifted expression
but I get lifted expectin the best and facin the worst hopin on God's busy watch He might think of us first
I knew what it was like to be full and spittin right
but I'm learning what it's like to be hungry for the life switch and
reaching for the light switch cuz it's hard to move right in darkness

Th3rd
So what now?
Opt out and select something to settle
Sellout and disrespect my purpose for writing
I'll continue fighting and starving because thats the better course of action
It's unfortunate that my funds are really lacking
But, if I can get paid for the words I write
then maybe I might hate this job too
It's the only time being free to express never has dues
but when i'm updated on the news and the crisis
and wonder why many don't like this
well its work hard or bite this
no one is waiting and helping hands are rare
people are concerned about themselves and no one really cares
so when i wait come tax time and look in the mail
check out the money I owe and how the government is giving me hell
Its crazy the economy didn't improve when then congress approved the bail
I wont feel too bad 'cause at least I didnt rely on words and personal book sales

Kezia
So my domain remains this pen and paper
escaped to a pc because at least her words won't play her
I can't front I'm detecting cynicism in my own tone more annoying and distinct that collectors callin my home phone
Lord Jesus phone home! this isn't like me at all
Bitterness is for those who can't accept what befalls
RIGHT? Maybe not...just feels like I'm gettin teased and nothing is appearing to appease
and it's almost like no one is trying to reach
in all honesty a pity party simply ain't my style
but a jacked perspective on life ain't a good look for the child

Th3rd
I don't know what to do, but i wont fall
I have no where to go, and no one to call

A tall range of doubt and pessimism lurk over my head

Yet I look over its hunched shoulders and toward the light instead

I'm hurt because no one wants me,
I cry cuz the industries taunt me

Available yet unqualified

Amazing, yet denied

We'll call you, just to decline

It's a wonder if I can survive,
OH sis keep me alive

keep these words aligned
we need to define ourselves
s
So we can turn words into wealth, 
or some systematic arrangement,
I'm complaining complacent

my life is adjacent to what I want

Kezia
Bro grab my hand and I'll grab yours
We'll both conquer this growing force to keep us down
While we we try not to get down in the depths or drown in debt
or frown at that this wreck of a mess in which we reside
like the gambler said to the dealer
let it ride
Ultimately life is gonna be what it is
and me and you can make it, I'll just gotta know how to deal
So life is yours for the taking and great is mine for the taking
So I conclude a GREAT LIFE is yours and mine for the making

Unfinished Poem - wrote it in the car

We're igloos in Arizona
we're sand dunes in Alaska
no matter what I'm after
she's always by my side

Although I have two sides
Gemini is what I've implied
she endures through the good and the bad
letting me know she's the best I'll ever have

Beauty

This was an incredible machine. I was able to sit passenger as the owner ripped and ran it viscously through curves, and straightaways. The sensation I felt after I removed my plastered self from his seat was the EXACT reason I cherished cars so much. I am great at what I do, fixing things, and problem solving, nothing better than doing it. The politics, money and structure is always a turn off, but the feeling of hurdling down pavement at excess speeds was my high. Some get off on the sound of the motor revving at high RPMs, others love the sleek look and design. ME? Well, I like bombing down the road not knowing if I can make the turn. Anyways, thats why I love cars, the whole race car fan in me isn't too high (structure and politics) but visually seeing a car go 200 mph is quite an amazing sight.

fuck/talk

"The talking and the fucking go hand and hand..."

This coming from a show I can't seem to get enough of, Californication. And yes, the statement rides on the true bus, although discovering its derivative is awfully painful. Its a great comment, because when talking to a few of my friends, we all know that talking to someone and committing oneself emotionally could be just as damaging as giving oneself up physically. To most males, the spectrum is not as effective, yet females can make the situation detrimental. Fucking and talking are the same when it breaks down to it, and once that role of being a synced partner and conversationalist begins, (mindsex) then it's due time for the real sex. Although, most my screw ups have implicated the latter, I know the justification between the two.

Doomsday

We're doomed.

That's the voice I heard as I listened to the echoes coming from my last pint of beer. Realizing that we as people have started to fail as a companionship type society. The spring of technology, the surge is womanhood and the independent-self mindframe we are all trained to pursue has tainted another important aspect of our growth. Loving another.

Yeah, mayyybe this is a bit emo...but who gives a shit when our social life contains nothing emotional in it. The idea of love is the only strength that plays a role on our heart. Innocent minors lose their conscious bearing when their young hearts become soaked in pain. Happy endings become fables, love becomes fantasy, and a good person is a myth. Even I know how cracked my liberty bell is, yet I still ring the bastard.

So, we're doomed, conquered by so much pain and doubt that it blinds our perception on reality. Then the illusion of saving our hearts only inaugurates the distress that hollows our souls.