taste of freedom;..

;Thee homeboy staring into some serious time for some fucked accusation he never committed. With the help of God he was found not guilty. The first day off his house arrest he gave me the honor of tattooing his back. A remarkable day for my friend and freedom never taster so sweet.

"LOVE" - japanese symbol

11-27-10 artist: Said Gomez

Thanksgiving threads,

Holiday Shopping..

Jacket plus 2 Other shirts., (click to expand)

Orisue - Liverpool Jacket..Retail $168.99

The site acually had called me and informed on that they ran out of the Palmer Jacket for my size :( so i traded it in with this better one and not to mention two free complimentary shirts :)

Girl - Alzado Jacket..Retail $84.99

The Hundreds - H10 Wayne High Top..Retail $73.99

talent with the brush

Still Life With A Smile

White Rooster

Pope Innocent XXX

Kyristy

Hans Memling

Saliva

Misery, Depression, Sorrow, Deeprooted with shadows exposed into dim light. One of my all time favorite artist. Gives me painful inspiration and again, Thank you Michael Hussar for these dark thoughts

the beggining of a beautiful thing,

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- Superior Brand Wasp Shader (Black)
- Superior Brand Raven Liner (Orange)



- The Station :)



Lets get started;







- Rose Outline

and its just another; rainy day

i woke up this morning and realized

there is no job that i'd ever want to spend my whole life doing.

(because i don't have the patience)

i've been thinking as i age, no gray only 23 years old,

but already i've become someone i once told myself i would never be.

not that being me is such a bad thing it just sucks

to go from aw shucks to sho nuff then find out

that rhyming as i know it isn't what it's all about.

i can't finish anything i start,

i break hearts and grow flowers on the window sill

still i feel like there's nothing lifelike in these hands.

now i have to lie crying foul someone breathed too loud

i get another try can i buy a vowel?

oh my god i'm sick of sobb stories.

everybody envies any life but their own nobody thinks to stop moping

and get open spend some time alone.

i gotta read a book, i need to wear more sweaters,

i'm glad i cut my hair i'm glad i stopped wearing underwear.

i'm better off each day less sun shines through my curtain

i'm certain it shouldn't hurt to get up but it does,

i love the buzz i get forgetting every day i've wasted,

i remember kissing but can't remember how kissing tasted.

i've faced my fears with beers and got wasted.

so i suckle on the forty bottle my brain throttled

it buckled under the weight of my slumberstate

i'm way too involved to appreciate.

i'm too evolved to deviate. all alone in my room the booze i reek of

i'm asleep at the wheel with no windshield to speak of.

and it's just another rainy day.

can't see the rainbow there's too much gray.

gotta wash this sad face away.

on a cold muggy monday in a dark part of town,

i used my body as a host for those just floating around,

i heard the chant of the chiccadas

and was haunted by the cadence of their stated sound verbatim.

i was vaporized like skies full of napalm calm

raining down like an a-bomb.

and here i am just trying to stay strong.

in the honey-hopping, flower pot to pot, i pan block to block,

all i see is spots to shop and lots of cheap spots to sleep and flowerpots

and coffee grinds empty mugs and lemon rinds.

i jitterbug but cut a better rug after a bittermug of all black coffee,

softly i walk into the next room and think soon it will be me standing there

awfully scared to commit but shit i don't want to lose

or have to choose between using my music and being used to suit dudes

and now i'm feeling i can't do shit

i struggle to remain sober rain jump over mud puddles.

i'm passively subtle act all shy and can't raise my voice,

though i made my choice.

i, so surprised, at how this solemn vow i took to self

to go for delf soured in my dour smile, checked my style,

and with soiled shoes decided i would stay a while,

i parked my car but made to leave, wanting to say what i wore on my sleeve,

wanting to stay but i couldn't breathe

or read the signs or redefine reasoning

even though i can't control my own breathing

looking out my window clouds settle low and misty.

watching tracks of tears rolling down my cheek rather swiftly.

sitting on my bed waiting for the sun to lift me.

and it's just another rainy day.

can't see the rainbow there's too much gray.

gotta wash this sad face away.

- Josh Martinez one of my favorite poetic artist..truely underrated!.

condensation,

the rain holds whats in store
pours with gravity taints the floor
demonstrate our every mood
foolish dryness cannot elude
moisture in its world is rude
include its drops every move
my atmosphere shifts and drifts
in the rain like this
which i float outside
its never what i wrote or
spoke the rain i can describe
yet hear me when i say
the rain holds whats in store today,
pours with gravity dances and plays..
- Said Gomez 10/17/10