the necessary condition

A poetry blog

Month: June, 2012


The light, a dome,
with desired beach comb,
finds comfort, no rush,
has shelter, no home.

The treble and bass,
scales and chase,
provide sound home,
for her to face.

Goodnight, good morning,
this pattern, a warning,
in eyes: the mase,
change-movement adorning.




they’re in my dell.

It’s like I’m running off of nothing,
while holding on to everything.

In between the broadest of issues,
in a narrow path sans-tissues.
Starting to numb out a one-person dialogue
of what-if’s and wish-yous.

Upgrade and degrade then re-grade your miss-yous.
Find a standard tag in single-person sit-chus.
Locate the dead-beat filled with lies and unkept promises
Release the toxic bodies, is that we-choose?



herman and nelly are in my dell.

don’t meet me in my dell.


‘She’ doesn’t make enemies, but apparently ‘she’ made that bed,
“you think you’re the only person in the world.” another ‘she’ said.

“Well then I’m very sorry you feel this way…” the first ‘she’ said.
“…because all I ever wanted was to connect, but you fled.”

“Well that’s just shit, and you know it well”
“Who spoke what? and what did sell?”

After all, there was animosity to quell,
she tried, gave in, climbed in her dell.




So here’s the thing…
when did “passionate” become an unattractive quality?

when did “passionate” become “PASS-ON-IT”?

pas·sion noun \ˈpa-shən\

1. a. the sufferings of Christ between the night of the Last Supper and his death
b. an oratorio based on a gospel narrative of the Passion
2. obsolete : suffering
3. the state or capacity of being acted on by external agents or forces
4. a.(1) : emotion (2) plural : the emotions as distinguished from reason
b.intense, driving, or overmastering feeling or conviction outbreak of anger
5. a. ardent affection : love
b. a strong liking or desire for or devotion to some activity, object, or concept
c.sexual desire object of desire or deep interest
-Merriam-Webster Dictionary.


Björk | Pagan Poetry

hoo arR YOo?

It’s time, it’s time, it’s time to write,
I wish I may, I know I might.

The time of day allows a friend,
of past, and present and future tense.

The guts, the balls, the ovaries and all,
to question, to lesson, to raise the wall.



vancouver: birds n monkeys.

I look out into the rain and all I see
unappreciative drops all wanting something from me.

They get inside and make me sick,
like every single one, a street-corner trick.


Get Me – Dinosaur Jr



High Art = Low Art

Why there is a need for endless debate on legitimacy of art, I do not understand.
What is art?
–Art is an expression, of any form in any medium, for any purpose.
—Perhaps only the creator will identify with it, perhaps millions will, it doesn’t matter.
—-A true expression, a raw expression, an expression carrying impact (of the slightest or most grandiose weight) for/to/with someone (regardless of who) is art.

To you music snobs out there– really? why?…seriously. WHY?
Stop telling people they’re doing (_____insert any given action_____) wrong, improperly etc.
—–without denying technical knowledge, there is more than one way to do things…so, STOP IT.

I can float with Gustav Mahler,
headbang to Iron Maiden,
get intoxicated with van der graaf generator,
make love to prince,
indulge in roxy music,
cry with the goo goo dolls,
harmonize with the backstreet boys,
break rules with Lady Gaga,
LIVE with kurt cobain,
get personal with Britney Spears,
and be “me, myself and I” with de la soul.
—I don’t see a problem in appreciating a variety of music.
—-SO listen. Stop h8ing on other people’s music choices and focus your energy on other things…


“pop music will never be low brow” -lady gaga

… afterall, you’ll never see me with a low brow.


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