a river of blood - a new poem

you promised a dream but delivered a flood we woke with a scream to a river of blood welcome to the land where crimson is spilled trigger happy hands just weren't meant to build designed for chaos where hate sets the mold debts we can't pay off have cost us our soul each day a new piece ceded to the flame the currents increase flowing unrestrained you promised a dream but delivered a flood we woke with a scream to a river of blood yes, this is the land of crimson crosses with blood on our hands we mark the losses in books of the damned like lessons were learnt but here as things stand we see that they weren't for new lines get drawn we tally the dead knowing this is wrong still that can't be said you promised a dream but delivered a flood we woke with a scream to a river of blood for here in the land of crimson sunsets you die at the hands those sworn to protect just business' costs for capital's sea acceptable loss who even are we wood for their fires ceded to the flame for the empire in Jesus' name you promised a dream but delivered a flood we woke with a scream to a river of blood yes, this is the land of crimson sealed fates trigger happy hands don't deescalate they go for the throat the jugular vein so justice invokes the color of pain each day a new piece each day a new name one we must release ceded to the flame you promised a dream but delivered a flood we woke with a scream to a river of blood welcome to the land where crimson is spilled the powers are manned the people are killed these books of the damned its pages are filled trigger happy hands this is what they yield as new lines get drawn we tally the dead hope for justice gone a figment we shed you promised a dream but delivered a flood we woke with a scream in a river of blood (4/14/21)

a spirit divided (the saint and the sinner) - a new poem

the saint and the sinner two sides of one coin both fail to deliver when asked to rejoin their roles reconsidered as dawn breaks the day the saint or the sinner which one shall he play the saint and the sinner two worlds far apart where neither's the winner acting with no heart just constant beginners with nowhere to start the saint or the sinner as each stay the part a spirit divided set against itself with discord invited it cannot be helped the saint and the sinner two halves never whole the poet lays splintered as each break takes toll for each they deliver hits right at the heart and each is a killer yes, each cut an art a spirit divided set against itself destruction incited no picture of health the saint and the sinner two sides waging war they never considered that there could be more (4/12/21)

dreaming in color living black & white each line a cover an absence of light there goes another this ongoing fight dreams, they're in color life lived, black & white (4/12/21)

For #NationalSiblingsDay it's the brothers Bowen. Much love to my big bro. https://www.instagram.com/p/CNfjjdslrmE/?igshid=yasag2cstaty

the collective (the pawn wandered aimless) - a new poem

the collective it gathers here in the power of words they come to share what matters here where they can all be heard as all the blocks get shattered so the dream it gets preserved the collective it gathers here in the power of words so the pawn wandered aimless through this web, widely woven pain and pen set to frame this scars borne out in the open but he knew there must be more than this cold path tread alone magic he had touched before and that he had once called home but that was before the storm broke what will he had within when it then became his norm to retreat into his pen from there he heard a choir singing a familiar verse then he approached the risers just as he had once rehearsed the collective it gathers here in the power of words they come to share what matters here where they can all be heard as all the blocks get shattered so the dream it gets preserved the collective it gathers here in the power of words so the pawn wandered aimless through this web, widely woven pretended he was blameless as each retreat was chosen still he knew there must be more when he heard the chorus sing magic he had touched before when his voice had little ring back long before the storm clouds gathered intent to break him too cold to ever warm crowds with sentiments forsaken and so he turned defeated from the guild's gilded tower here, ever the retreated no hero's quest or power the collective it gathers here in the power of words they come to share what matters here where they can all be heard as all the blocks get shattered so the dream it gets preserved the collective it gathers here in the power of words as the pawn wandered aimless through this web, widely woven for a chance to re-frame this knew he must remain open for he knew that there was more and it was empowering magic he had touched before that kept him from cowering that he had too long ignored in these waves of suffering so he sang again once more with the choir's offering he stepped up on the risers just as he had once rehearsed new counsel, new advisors and that old familiar verse the collective it gathers here in the power of words they come to share what matters here where they can all be heard as all the blocks get shattered so the dream it gets preserved the collective it gathers here in the power of words here the pawn found direction through this web, widely woven in flames of resurrection where a new fate was chosen (4/8/2021)

WTF?... . Free Hugs (2021) Nightmares From the Beyond - Chapter One. https://youtu.be/VRG-hk3HMXM (Link also in bio) . New horror short anthology series has begun. More Nightmares to come from several awesome and creative filmmakers! . #SupportIndieFilm #SupportIndependentMedia #SupportIndependentArtists #IndieFilm #HorrorShort #Anthology #NightmaresFromTheBeyond #FreeHugs #ChapterOne https://www.instagram.com/p/CNY-QI_FexL/?igshid=uotoe8v78i0e

I had to give my lead actor some bruises today. Not because he was, like, being antagonistic or anything like that. The film juts called for it. #WriterDirector #AndSometimesMakeupToo #ThatFilmLife https://www.instagram.com/p/CNTfkaFlV_V/?igshid=1frz82ougqj1f

On noir days we wear red, because, well...there will be blood. #ThatFilmLife #WriterDirector https://www.instagram.com/p/CNS19ZZFKIE/?igshid=1x299wi7lrw3c

A short five mile #hike in the #GardenOfTheGods today. Side trails weren't too busy at all, but the main park and roads in were packed! #nature #ColorfulColorado https://www.instagram.com/p/CNQmn1ElDcJ/?igshid=oxb8cg2zpe3f

the child (for once there was a darkness) - a new poem

it comes down to the child forever hidden within who came to tame the wild and who first picked up the pen for once there was a darkness fate had bound it in a cage the child, he felt this heartless felt it belonged on the page believed this would be humane bring about a sense of peace with his pen he set his aim and the darkness was released well, more like it was transferred taking root within his well with questions left unanswered as the child woke in its cell it comes down to the child forever hidden within who came to tame the wild and who first picked up the pen the path of the reviled was left traced upon my skin the markings of a child who waged a war he could not win for once there was a darkness fate had caged for its reasons yet none tried to impart this how a child could conceive them so acting without regard or thought of consequences he opened up to the dark a child with no defenses slowly it began feeding on the child's will and his heart believed he needed bleeding that he must suffer for his art it comes down to the child forever hidden within who came to tame the wild and who first picked up the pen the path of the reviled was left traced upon my skin the markings of a child who waged a war he could not win for once there was a darkness caged in pain none could negate though resilient, regardless, the child would come to share its fate (4/4/21)

Portent of the lost... . Free Hugs (2021) Nightmares From the Beyond - Chapter One. https://youtu.be/VRG-hk3HMXM (Link also in bio) . New horror short anthology series has begun. More Nightmares to come from several awesome and creative filmmakers! . #SupportIndieFilm #SupportIndependentMedia #SupportIndependentArtists #IndieFilm #HorrorShort #Anthology #NightmaresFromTheBeyond #FreeHugs #ChapterOne https://www.instagram.com/p/CNL-dUSFhlY/?igshid=13ofylq0adh6g

This month we released the first horror short of a new anthology series called Nightmares From the Beyond. This first chapter is titled Free Hugs, and is a pandemic themed tale about Devon. After getting an unsettling message from his friend Simon, Devon is forced to leave the safety of his home to check on his friend's condition. It's the Summer of 2020, and what's waiting outside for Devon is deadly and damning.

Starring Alex Abundis , Brent Wilkerson , Laura Benitez , Cliff Cage , Erynn Mitchell and Cheyenne York ! With Bobby Hadden. Executive producer Jo Black.

Co-star on a new project I started yesterday. Turned a hike into an impromptu shoot after an inspiring weekend of short films!! #MoreToCome #latergram #ThatFilmLife https://www.instagram.com/p/CNAqvfMlrMp/?igshid=1ros4amerg8os

#COFilm shines this weekend with the return (this year virtually) of the Colorado Short Circuit Film Festival #CSCFF! See dozens of CO originals from the comfort of your own home. #SupportIndieFilm Go to this link to get in: https://csc.eventive.org/ https://www.instagram.com/p/CM46en1FTz_/?igshid=17sohj4xpowiq

the crown - a new poem

the pawn he sits a tattered throne the crown ill-fits tis not his own a tangled wood that he calls home for his own good a king alone world gets colder torn at the seams verse is over no time for dreams snow is falling so goes the crown knew his calling he wrote it down a tangled wood found in retreat for his own good to be complete world gets colder torn at the seams verse is over no time for dreams the pawn he sits a weathered king the crown ill-fits just not his thing (3/22/21)

Some good b-roll shots I got yesterday on my #hike. It was totally worth carrying the camera the whole 8.21 miles. Tenderness in my shoulder today be damned. #ThatFilmLife https://www.instagram.com/p/CMsLEtpFu1Q/?igshid=aqjzmxfk68bo

"Engrossing and beyond eerie. I really enjoyed this short film. I especially loved how the music propelled the narrative & highlights the grotesque and altogether human struggle(s). The whole thing really gets under your skin. Brilliant piece." ~ Melody

Some extremely kind and encouraging words of praise our latest horror short received earlier today on Twitter. Free Hugs (2021)...everything has a cost. Check it out today (and share it with your friends who like a good creepshow)! Chapter One of our new horror anthology series of short films. More to come

Couple more from today's #hike. Water reflections, moon o'er the rocks, and one from the shadows. https://www.instagram.com/p/CMqixk4l0X9/?igshid=1d6ugisg38wr4

Couple random shots from my #hike this afternoon. #graffiti #geese #AndMe #OhMy https://www.instagram.com/p/CMqXfb6lVtx/?igshid=lvo0aicbjze3

Sindel's in the house. And she whips her hair back and forth...and effs some shit up in the process. #MortalKombat11Ultimate #fatalities #MK11 https://www.instagram.com/p/CMpuG3YFurf/?igshid=qirw7tlrfd3a