A Song for David Bowie

By: Cam the Squid (Life on Squid Planet) I see you out there, high above the cloudless sky Above the stars, and cosmic dust. A home where no one else has roamed. I wish I knew how far you went to get there. Traveling the asteroid belt, does anyone really care? How fast, and whats the distance? Where would mankind be without your assistance. Your trajectory, historical legacy. I hope you met Zimmerman, a side that no one sees. Playing a record of Woody Guthrie. My dear friend David Bowie. While the cheap guitars, and record needles hum, Why can’t … Continue reading A Song for David Bowie

The Last inch of Winter’s Grasp on this Old souls brain

By: Cam the Squid This bright Sunday Afternoon, winter’s breath is slowly fading away, The sharp wind, cools the burning hangover. As I watch it speed through the trees, brush, and mountain tops. One can’t escape the plague of thought. Turning my winter leaf over, Like a waterlogged canoe. Cleaning out that cold negative paint that turns ones inside blue. How can I be the cog in the wheel? when I don’t rotate. After all, I hate to point, to yell…to dictate. One can’t fully understand choice over fate. One can’t believe what its like to live in a 6 … Continue reading The Last inch of Winter’s Grasp on this Old souls brain

New stuff in progress 

Hey bloggians and fellow squidlings. Just wanted to give an update on why there haven’t been posts recently. I am currently building a new website for my artwork so that I can become more legit and hopefully continue the never ending process of getting my name out there. I want to thank you all for following me up to this point and I will continue to hopefully write something worth reading while working on my other creative side. As that beast seems to be untameable. I’ll be posting a few sketches and prints I’ve been working on shortly. Continue reading New stuff in progress 

Polar Age

By Cam: maimed squid When I was younger, I was taught about a world that felt older. One that was filled with hate and prejudice. Wars had been fought, bills had been passed. And finally no one cared what color of skin was in class. When I was younger, The resolution was comforting, I thought the world was strengthening. I didn’t understand a smoke screen. Tunnel vision of what I wanted to be seen. Blinders are often blinding. Now that I’m older, I am taught about a world that is now, Nazi’s and white supremacy is on the prowl. With … Continue reading Polar Age