My Babies Gone Blues

2 a.m. Alarming phone call. Its happening, Come to the hospital. Sitting outside, Confusion inside. Hand on the door, You’re not allowed in. A woman’s scream, My beautiful daughter has been born. Two people, no where and everywhere Took her home, A gift from love’s kiss. The hole in my heart can’t be filled, A pain so large, I can’t condone. As I watch my daughter grow, From a far away window. Continue reading My Babies Gone Blues


Vampyre, Vampyre, The darkness of his bite. What will become of those already dead? Life would be different if he could stop seeing red. The lust for blood, the rush for flesh, one thing is alive, soon to be skinned Can you feel it all going to thy head. Sundown, Orange sky, Sundown, red, Sundown, dark with the moon above thy head. Vampyre, Vampyre, awaken from your rest, The devil inside begins to lust, Yellow eyes raging, as the lungs brush off the dust. Dark inside the tomb, where he rests, Wondering what victim awaits in his sleeping slumber of … Continue reading Vampyre

Concrete War

Is war the last possible creative act? The proprietors of banks looking for gain against the weak and poor. The building up of disagreement to the point of anger and rage, Until feelings are no more, their importance goes up in flame. Fire from buildings, smoke for clouds, and blood like water. Evil? or possibly jazz music from Satan’s mouth. The night looks darkest in the light, as the body toll raises from each day and night. Music from the marching drones, the bombardment of homes, and the destruction of souls. Fight, fight, fight, until the battle is won, The … Continue reading Concrete War

Photography is Dead

This post, no doubtingly, will offend some people and I feel that before I begin this rambling I will mention and remind the reader that this is one man’s opinion. A man that is only a blogger, and who’s opinion should not effect your own. I might start this post with the idea of Adobe Photoshop. Lets picture this wonderful piece of software, and might I call it a murderer of an art form. I love how simple it has made editing and touching up photos. I can get the right colors and the exact exposures to bring out beautiful … Continue reading Photography is Dead

2012 Overture (The Blueprint)

I had an idea back in 2012 while listening to the great Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture. The idea has taken me down a wild road full of growing and bettering myself. The idea is displayed in my new painting shown here. It truly is a dedication piece to the song. I have worked on it for over a year, certain touch ups while staring at it and changes was the reason for how long it took to create. I also moved to Seattle Washington during the process, and then back again a few months later. I hope, as with all artists, … Continue reading 2012 Overture (The Blueprint)

Hopeless Romantic

By: Cam There are moments in time, that I feel this DARK world would rather have the appearance of love. Then the actual SWELLING of the heart, the mind BENDING mood, The LOSS of breath, the dance of courtship, Love. God! I hope I’m WRONG. I can’t believe in a world that only cherishes the APPEARANCE of love, instead of the real melodic bliss of it. But the nights grow darker, and the wars continue to RAGE. The hate begins to bubble like a BOILING pot over an unstoppable flame. I might ask a QUERY? Instead of all the dripping … Continue reading Hopeless Romantic