Come Home

By: Cam the Squid (Head-case Squid) I’ll do what I want, Let freedom reign, Buy a gun, and go insane. Prescription pills cure all your pain. There’s a pull, that makes my heart feign Wondering if love will come back home. Wondering what type of situation will be born. Lost in this city and feeling sublime. I’ll do what you want, Your love stitches us together. World can’t you understand what my heart desires. Cut me down, but let us grow into a synthetic flower. There’s a connection that cements our future. One can only believe in your sacred culture, … Continue reading Come Home

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

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