This is the trailer to the short rockumentary I made about the former Arcata based college band BATMAN’S FRIENDS
Donavon awoke to the piles of severed limbs and bloody corpses before him. The massacre had been swift, cruel, and horrible. Luck, if could so be called, was the only reason Donovan had survived, and this luck had graced Donovan with a gaping wound one the side of his large square head. Donovan did notContinue reading “Donavon’s Palace”
A breach, now which many actual available incoherent blank spots an twindeling sodden nature. Well Lust Well portioned Well music and sordid fall and another obsession. Another obsession, another trite matter? Dare I ask and repeat. Nay, NAY I say fault by a many a mature fortune. Lost muck and rake, and pollution of a selfContinue reading “Dare I ask and Repeat”
Sit now and humor another trip and lack of sync. Another ball of wayward words and finished concepts, Of both the joy and the road that is behind. So only measured by your fellow man. What hidden smile? What constance of any question? Well rounded in the serpent and the cycles both. So it isContinue reading “A Very Long Title for a Relatively Short Poem”
Peaceful mockeries, disdainful sin All the things that come from within. Signs of Red, Blue, and White Orange and Green and the Yellow of Light. A big horizon in a tie dye sight, A battle, A war, a roue, a fight A chance to highlight the might. Tasty foods, sweet Wines, and shiny Jewels AContinue reading “The Cliche Sweet Goodnight”
It all makes sense It doesn’t make sense For soon they’ll run its course. It all makes sense It doesn’t make sense And soon they’ll be no more. All that is knowing, We can all lay to rest. When all is said and done, that’s truly what’s best.
What Joy I see It was a moment of ecstasy. Now that moment has come to pass Lay by side with your Bonnie lass. It is where we all came from, Came and gone at last, So now we rest After the same song and Dance.
Praise new hours, a ticking clock to the foreign loss and familiar social pressure on a 21st century turn. Broken and fixed, broken and fixed, upon the repeated more beats and thoughts and proof of provocation of those of the past idiocratic splendor. Fortune’s feed back, undue splendor placed onContinue reading “As It Is, As It Was”