tin can heartbeats- Timy Plurrazzelo

Scattered we talked
your tangled tongue you wont give up
cradled calmly until you lay awake
from the tin can heart beat
and echoed cars from the streets
the cities lights dorm in your room

Love once struck me as right in a different time
now it rolls off of my tongue all the same
so now whenever you speak
it all sounds the same to me.

And as the calender days
wrinkle, wither away
some thing will seem more like home.
And through eyes paralyzed like the
change in the tides, you will realize nothing
stays forever, most things fade away
the weathering of your day to day
will put you to rest.

I've sat down and taken time
to consider that your crying
to be more than a selfish scene
now that it is truth when you speak
i can put my beliefs back in your tongue

You were right when you said
every man that has left either father or
stupid crush, has just stood up walked out
without question or doubt of who you really are
not the one drinking until she befriends the boards
cigarettes close like a child to her dolls
and ill ask you, is this what means the most to you?
is this what brings me close to you?
ask yourself sometimes soon.

something i can't shake- Timy Plurrazzelo

I watched you move so loose
my eyes were stuck to you
you never love me back
i never got that part

The twilight moon ate you
the sky admired all of your attributes
i soaked in your smile from the shaky streets
the whole ride home, sometimes i wonder what
you do alone, too many demons haunt your telephone
i die the second i look into your eyes
i fret upon the day i will say my goodbyes

Wont you let me grasp those hands some days
your fists they fidget from my paper palms
i really feel it when i talk to you
I fear i'll never fine another one like you

Your crinkled freckles bleach your pale white mask
the city blues have got the best of you
your hair is comforting the bathroom floor
you tell me how your heart cannot take this strain anymore.
relax your iron jaw, i hope i realize what to say to you,
too scare i'll never find another one like you.

Each separate ballad on a wrinkled napkin
tucked & swallowed in my black hole pockets
my trembling thumbs cant match the telephone dial
you leave me anxious and my bones can't seem to shake it

So when the backseat swallows us
the aching words have aged to ancient dust
your fingers sneak there way back to my palms
As you drift through dreams on the long ride home.
So now the feelings rips my chest up so damn bad
I love the thought of how you keep me from my dreams
don't get to weary when i say this too you
I hope somehow I'll find another one like you.

demons- Timy Plurrazzelo

I saw god in a hollow dome
Plastered to your neck
bloody down your arms
and all the faithful cried
the angels blinded the streets
the battered cross i hold deep inside of me
Is poking at my heart, ejecting all my pride
So now I choke on pain and spit out tar black lies
the people i have wronged, the words that lay unseen
the copper king undone, the holy grail dug deep.

And it just bites my wrists
it latches to my heart
it's turned my soul to ash
dragged on this lonely road
the light i used too see
has died in all my strive
with every waking word
and every honest sigh
I cry myself to sleep
echo the prayer of peace
because these days wont quit
just as these streets lay deep

And when that light ventures back
caught in my shattered past
i see my worries drain and all of my
thoughts turn sane, the scars upon
my flesh, have began to sew again
i rest my back down, exhale my worried breathes.
these demons sleep in me, when will they wake again.

Mourn- Timy Plurrazzelo

The bullets burned through his chest
they wiped the the tears that he wept
his words went black
his thoughts have gone cold
and now my eyes leak over your grave
they've turned the dirt to mud
I carved in my name
you always had my back
like heroes on t.v.
and when I said that I would change
my promises grew old on my list of things
my tangled thoughts knot up
and I can't conjure the words
the things that I want to say

But the blood it boils in my arms
the crooked crown atop the crumbling king
the orange ashes cross your tumbling eyes
all of the worship and the sanctity
have turned to wishes in your humble paws
they've blown to ribbons through the golden gates
mow every minutes scratching at your face
your so conceded in this endless race
this time I have gone too far

my tinsel tongues strung to hard.

bliss- Joey Puleio

and when we enter in our coats of blood screaming
is it to go back?
with a knowledge that will wash away in time,
of a place of warmth, comfort, and serenity.
a feeling
we would all grasp again if it were in arms reach

or at least remember
if we were privileged with those
comfortable memories.

Chuck Daddy's Life

Whether its being a positive influence to kids
Which I love so dearly
I guess im always going to be a role model
When I do speak up
People get shocked
But really why should you
Life is about speaking out
I'm probably never going to be in the spot light
Like others dream of
I believe if i was ever in that spot light
That one moment
I'll make the best of the sitiuation
Never shyed away from being in the spotlight
It something I would always say I loved
Whether its performing for my old Special Winning Attitude Demonstration Team
Making my own music form for my tae kwon do
I loved ever second of it
I learned even not being in the spot light
The drama that happens when you know you have a voice
Gets to people
Life is so short
To not take a risk
I took on alot of risks in my life
Plenty of them i loved
Some I hated
But at least I tried my best
I served myself a plate of positivity, confidence and desire
Whether individuals hate it or not
I'm always going to be that kid
That going to have a smile
Make a name for myself in a positive way
Even if at times i vent and say things that people
Dont like
Like words spoken word
Its a reality that you do have to take a change to be the very best
Even if it means telling people the truth whether
They like it or not
Being treated unfairly
Was never something I would let anyone want to do
Living life dealing with peoples situations
From being everything I could every dream of
To be doing community service events
Gives and provides me as a role model to others
Love me or hate me it doesnt matter
I'm a goon with a passion
To be what I can be
To make my life better than yours
Is so my goal
My life style is so different than yours
You wouldnt imagine
I always willing to talk about it
Life a bag of chips
You eat it up
Soak things up
Analysis the situation
Take notes
Make it better
Make a name for yourself as a role model
Not superstar
People have to know that
People with more goals and ambitions than you
Will acheive the highest dreams and goals
Than you can ever imagine
So take analysis a song
See if it works
If it connects to you than keep doing it
If you need help seek it before its too late

True words from a real person and keeping it real
Chuck Daddy

In Tents

this is a project i just became recently involved in, www.myspace.com/weareintents, there's some really chill tunes on the page, should be some new songs up soon as well, check it out

David Weld's Sanctuary

So I went to David Weld's one day and saw the most beautiful scene I've ever seen, and tried to draw it, but ended up with this because of certain conditions. But it's the same exact scene as the next picture, just umm, in two different mindsets.





A few weeks later, I painted as much as I could remember, but things fade from your mind faster than you'd think, and even a picture of it didn't spark everything I saw that day, but still, it's a painting that sums up so many memories, not just that one day, 'cause so many memories took place there.

Also, it was my first time seriously painting, and I got so into it for the first time ever, stayed up all night painting it and got into Skeletal Lamping that night too. Such a great journey from process to process to finish.

walking the way they want- Joey Puleio

teachers preaching lullabies
into a sleeping sea of minds.
my head feels light- my eyes are wide
constructing mazes in the tile lines
to myself...
sometimes i think they just cant see,
they've got a life laid out in front of them,
and no room to breath
with surround sound growls, big screen tv's
just to ignore those autumn leaves.
just open your eyes and look around
one by one our cards are delt...
we're candles on a conveyor belt
to burn
and melt
and bound us on this path
while we flood our minds with questions we wont ask...
some times i think they just wont leave
leave me alone inside my head so i can sleep,
so i can see
dreams
coming
going
colors flowing
till i open up my eyes and look around...

SJU Movement

Its been along time

Make a Movement Blog

But Your boy Chuck Daddy is bak

To tell you about his weekend

At my favorite School SJU
This weekend i saw Street Fighter

Also saw Tyler Perry's MADE

They were good movies

Went to the Pink Zone

Saw Jennie Finch

Olypic Gold Medalist

This movement won't stop

Also I'm still not done with my resume

Also saw John Rockband

They peform too

Went to the Lax Game and we won

Against G-town because they are clowns

Had a faboluos weekend by the way

Made my SYGU poster anyway

I'm off out ship and making my own rules

Lets Go St.Johns and create our own rules

From a True Person, Real Recognize Real, Fake people Fail

Charles "Chuck Daddy" Onyeani

just stay in when it's lookin' this way.

better view at flickr.com/photos/jenna-michele

let go

Morph!

I drew exactly what I wanted to draw for every second of this. It feels so good to do that and not worry about an overall image. Blissful intentions.

Suicide Angel

This is for you
When you looked at me with that blank stare
Saying "my love, caress me, touch my waist
I'm wearing your favorite underwear"
You know i hate lace

To you and your burden
When the others would take advantage
The alcoholic ramblings of an angel:
"They're not like you, i take them for granted"
You were wrong, because this life is interchangeable

To you and your letter
The note that materialized your silent scream
Your life was pain, and i was the wound
Crying alone, reclusive writing down your dreams
The instrument sounds bad if its not tuned...

Does your suicide sound any better?

Art Dump

This is a bunch of concept work I have done the past month. I will be modeling these assets in 3d for my demo reel which will be completed by June 2009.

no answers from daddy tonight

did it take a moment
to collect yourself
before you swallowed the barrel?
was sweat blurring your vision,
coating your fingers,
making it difficult
to pull the trigger?
did fear crawl,
lay low to the floor,
to meet the feet
of such sweet relief?
when you realized
for the first time
you could make the voices
stop

painting them

all over the walls.

a night in september in brooklyn- Joey Puleio

KPPC

Shot these at Kings Park Psychiatric Center last semester for my Color I class;












(click to see them biggerrrr)

78 candles.

here's the newest thing that i've done.

i consider this both performance art and sculpture.

Rococococo

(click for larger view)






Sooo, I've been really into making these things lately. I don't know what to call them, but it's been really therapeutic. I'm currently a sophomore Photo major at Pratt. I have some more work on my blog. This is the link.

Jillian Avery