Over the hills,
Through the trees,
Grass,
Sand, water and sky.

An eternal wonder of what might be.

An astonishment and bewildering drive,
Shot with fire and passion,
The will to know more,
To find that inner key,
to unlock that door.

Smell the air,
The fresh, sweet, smell of spring,
Reach out and give in to it all.

Plunge into the unknown,
discover anew.

Look at your hands,
Feel the world slip through them and let realisation secure you.

Climb the rope to the top of the mountain,
Dig through to the core,
Sail the oceans.

Let life flow through your veins,
It’s a joy,
It’s amazing,
It’s worth waking for.

Let the blood rush to your cheeks,
stand firm and strong,
Till the last breath.

She’ll take us in the end.
And it will be gone.

Lets have a dream,
Lay by me,
We’ll go make a raft,
And float in the sea,
No thought for a tragedy,
Just bliss upon bliss,
The coconut haze,
The sand on our feet,
No snow, the sleet,
No wind nor rain,
Just time that passes,
Passes us by,
To the beat of our heart and the pace of our mind,
No train to be tracking,
No plane to be soaring,
Just sea,
Just the beach,
Just the grass within reach,
The sand,
Our grain,
Eager but not vain,
To just be ourselves,
To just once be supreme,
To be yours,
To be mine,
For eternity.

Oh please,
Let it be,
For i yearn to be free,
To sail, to surf, to glide, to fly,
To yell out the words,
I’m happy to be,
I can see,
I’m not blind,
I’m not deaf,
I’m not ill,
I live,
I’m here,
I’m now,
I’m yours,
World come and hug me,
I promise i adore you,
I’ll be yours,
You be mine,
Through the space and time,
And beyond.
Let’s be free…
For eternity.

So it’s waiting and i’m screaming now
It’s calling and I’m wanting, everything
Is shit, to be stuck,
To be lost in a rut.

We’re thinking together and breathing as one, thought
I could be with it day and night,
But I was wrong,
The man is blocking my sun.

I was having trouble finding a cd version of Swahili Blonde – Man Meat so I finally gave up and bought it from Amazon MP3. The following link will take you right to the place you should be (UP YOURS APPLE STORE):

Click here to buy Swahili Blonde – Man Meat

I really love the album. It reminds me of some of the crazy Sublime albums, John Frusciantes earlier stuff like Niandres lades and usually just a t-shirt and some others… I can’t remember their names. These are albums I very much enjoy listening to because they escape a lot of the constraints other artists have gotten themselves into… Including me.

I think John Frusciante’s input is spot on but hands up to the original Swahili Blonde gang for having such a fantastic sound. I like the fact that the album doesn’t get to that serious level that leaves you feeling a bit empty. I also like a break from lyrically driven songs… It’s an all round good album for me.

I can’t really rate music, each to their own and all that… So i’ll just say that this has become my favourite album.

I was going to go over the songs and write some of the stuff I feel when listening… Alas, I don’t feel pressured by the album to specifically think of anything, It really just lets you glide. I’ll tell you if it becomes more bemusing as I listen to it; at the moment It feels clean. Rather than being tainted by the life of the musicians, it is more defined by the music’s abstract nature itself. I love that, I love that a lot.

Thanks Swahili Blonde, great listen… Sounds great on my Bose Mazda 6 MPS speakers too, yippee.

Life injects minds with haste too quick,
The feeling subsides to choose,
What the creative sponge will suck up today,
Like a vulture in the burning winds.

The deserts of my mind,
Prickled by the distaste for human integrity.

I’m arming my guilt with a smoke grenade,
Short fuse.
Pin released.

I hope that the echo beholds a rapture,
We all sought before the aftermath.
The endless conundrum of a sharp complexity,
And a beveled personality.

I’ll gallop away on my horse,
To the mountains of beyond,
To the valleys yonder,
And envelop myself in elation.

To the drums of war, my heart beats,
For you, the ends of the world seem so tangible.
I can’t stray from the path, I never hesitate a foot.
I step in for the kill.

Hard headed, we jump over chasms for you,
Long rooting steps on grass that cushions each impression,
In sand I stride with our balance,
Beyond compare.

And it’s all because,
Because of one feeling that initiates these words,
Plays my heart like a harp,
And composes my every form.

Love.

Love in all its wildest forms,
Controls me.

As another sun is drowned by the horison,
I think to myself – what have I achieved;
Bowing my head in shame,
I follow the path of Helios,
And hold my breath.

Who is James?

I am 21 years of age (subject to change), I love art to its nth degree and creating pictures, music and poetry that reflect my eratic weirdness

How long have you been doing artistic thingies?

When I was a little kid, I use to draw cartoons of video game characters like Super Mario and Banjo Kazooie with my best friend in school, rather than doing actual work… My family always had an artistic flair too so I guess that helped me to be interested or submerged into the world of art.

Do you use predictive text?

Yes, I do.

How often do you send Text Messages?

Random question. Probably once in a full moon *shrugs*

Where do you continue to get motivation from?

I get a lot of inspiration from the world around me. Turmoil, love… you know, the usual. A lot of it gets right on my nerves so I decide to ramble about it in a poem or song.

What does James do?

I work for a web application development company and enjoy my work as it gives me the freedom to be creative in many ways that I would not usually have time for at home.

Why is James on the web?

I see it as a great way to communicate to the individuals. I like to think that some really bummed out guy finds my website and can associate his emotions with the kind I express in a lot of my poetry and songs.

What does James get up to?

I love skateboarding, oh boy do I love skateboarding. For a long time I would go pretty much every other day, but now I’m all busy and what not, so now I try and skateboard once every other week with my cousin. We genuinely have a good laugh and it’s a real release for me… sexually… Nah just kidding.

Favourite movie?

Gosh, I guess it would be a fight between Apocalpyse now and Pulp Fiction. I will probably regret choosing these but at the moment, they are big in my head.

Favourite singer?

I have a few but John Frusciante is definetly up there.

Well thanks James Trusler for spending the time with me today, have a great life.

And so I’m crowned.

The Shah of my land,
The power of my father,
And for all his glory,
I shall remain devout.

These naggering old fools,
Intelligent and wise?
A stone could outwit the West.

To force them out,
To cause disruption,
I think not.

To hell with their policies,
I know my people,
They simply know not themselves.

Power hungry bastards,
They won’t take my glory,
And they won’t take our name.

Ignoring them all together?

A good plan,
And a confusing one at that,
The manipulative diddering old farts,
I’ll return the offer.

Delays, delays, I need delays,
Too much pressure for one man,
And now they’re allies,
Scared of a little fight?
I’m certainly not,
Bring on your forces,
Bring them in,
We are mighty warriors…

And so I’m crowned.

The Shah of my land,
The power of my father,
And for all his glorious days,
I shall remain devout,
My blood is his.

I’ll drink to health,
For I’m not an illiterate,
And yet I pray to god,
And am told to pray more.

And now,
After all we’ve done,
They quarrel with their own?
A colony of bloody vultures,
Glugging back their victory.

I may not be as wise as them,
But my time has not come!
Yet I’m tired?

I think I’ll rest.

You take control of the reigns,
I’m tired.

Vitality found me on this hot spring day,
Although my apathy had made an attempt to resist,
The sun won the debate with its glorious rays.

Thoughts estranged to the will of my body;
I ignored my head and got going.
Packed my board and set off for the park.

This day was like no other,
And though the ambience of the place was filled with teenage angst,
I couldn’t help but feel a bit lighter.

It’s funny that such a small thing can be so great,
A flow that feels natural.
Free.

It’s difficult to explain to others.
Rolling forward after all is hardly grounds for a metaphor,
Yet one has to ponder why people board every day.

Of course, it must be a mixture of things,
Just rolling forward is nothing to boast about,
And it’s certainly “not where it’s at”

So I’ll just spurt a few of the standards in boarding
The formentioned freedom,
The progression and learning,
The air rushing past,
The excitement of speed
The smell of cut grass,
And also the weed.

But the problem comes when I try to explain.
Not everyone skateboards for one reason,
And so inadvertently skateboarding makes many impressions on people.

There’s the kids that are finding their feet,
Easily led astray and open to the subjection of the “big boys”,
Which takes me to the second kind.

The skateboarder that has a reputation to make,
Fighting for the attention by replacing wit with actions,
And always going that step further.
Respectable.

Then we have the guys who skate for looks,
The ones that do it for the banter,
And the image – self loathing and/or moping.

And then there’s the old school kind,
The subject of my poem,
And the real origin of what skateboarding is about for me.

They tend to be the older lads,
Flocking to the local park for a break from their work,
Or whatever may be bumming them out at the time.

Skateboarding to them, to me, is about going forward,
Life passes by with a blink of one’s eye,
A depressing reality and a complete party stopper,
So finding a way to break free of the loop is important.

Think of skateboarding as poetry, if you will,
Pushing on, going forward, progressing, freedom,
Loving, enjoying, and feeling that this day was a good day.

It’s about letting loose all your worries,
It’s about focusing on something that’s not governed,
Not controlled by the man.

It’s about being you,
Helping yourself,
To enjoy your life.

There is something special about a skateboard,
After reading what I have to say,
It’s easy to realise that skateboarding,
Is more than you originally thought,
And I pray that in the future, you can show more respect,
And more appreciation of why skateboarders and skateboarding,
Is worth it.

So go to your local shop,
Spend a few hard earned on a skateboard,
And give it a try,
I promise, you will feel…