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2009-07-15T12:55:00.002-04:00

My new website is up and running at Philbardi.com give it a look, see what you like.

I also have a new blog that will going public very soon. I got a lot of requests to put together some tutorials and lessons for low light and concert shooting, and so, thus came into existence the photo blog. As soon as it is live, I will link it here.

Thanks again,

PB

feelings outburst

2007-06-06T15:40:00.000-04:00

I.
so that we can commune
with each others’ minds.

I know that it’s been asked before,
been talked about through
millions of years of tea and tears...
but I still can’t grasp it
to understand it,
and there seems like no reason
to stop it,
to cease or desist it!

I demand to know the information removed from mind.

what happens at the end,
and why even begin?

II.
Burst forward from my bed,
rather slowly at first,
not quite sure where I’m at…
and then when I realize
my enthusiasm wanes…
the place without answers
has greeted me again.

Donnie Rocks! (Gil Manteras Party Dream)

2007-05-17T21:57:00.000-04:00

Death by idea

2007-04-10T16:03:00.000-04:00

This is the pit
the very bottom of it,
where my stomach meets
my feet,
and my gut begins to rot.

This is the end.
The part where it smells
and everyone runs.
The tragic conclusion
to years of neglect,
and the obvious consequence
of all that thought.

Mike Clark Trio (just two though)

2007-03-26T15:19:00.000-04:00

Confessions of a thinker

2007-03-21T21:27:00.000-04:00

Never had an original thought
I didn’t rip from the mind of another.
Ideas trudged through the mud of time,
Gurgitated, Regurgitated –
and then proclaimed as new.
Gather round and listen
to the collective subconscious.

A Sunday walk away...

2007-02-18T12:27:00.000-05:00

It’s in the details

2007-02-12T22:48:00.000-05:00

Sleeping soundly all night,
I hadn’t noticed how the room had changed.

Adjusted, readjusted, and moved around…
Put back again, and then again
in the same way that it’d been before.

Only now it was different in the most minuscule of ways.

Like the coffee table smelled slightly more like my hair,
though only from the couch;
up close, there was nothing to be noticed.

And the chair with cushions for your arms and your head,
while still composed of the same general characteristics,
no longer seams as comfortable as it did last night.

Other than these small infractions,
there is no proof of anything, I suppose.

Society Overcome with Shame

2007-02-06T18:34:00.000-05:00

Too far
removed from the situation
to care.

Almost alone
except for my self,
my conscious,
my morals,
degenerate
Slimy slinky snake-skinned
tongue-twister
running about causing chaos.

America’s mind bent on
saving
everyone from everything,
except God and the salesmen;
while we are under lock and key,
they are free to roam.

So sell your soul,
but not for drugs
buy drugs,
but never for pleasure
sell your vagina,
but not yourself
on your time,
on your property,
in your home,
beware.

Drive by Truckers

2007-02-02T15:27:00.000-05:00

Life Lessons

2007-01-31T18:16:00.000-05:00

With the knowledge I posses,
And using the tools at my disposal,
I am sad to report,
there is no hope for any of us.

No hope,
Past the task
of being human.
existing until we die.
(expecting all along)
extreme emotions,
punctuated by boredom, giggles,
and the occasional suicide attempt.

Slow motion

2007-01-26T12:40:00.000-05:00

Slow motion freak-out,
happened so damn fast.
Had too much time to think,
of the nothing that could help,
or the anything that could save
all of us from screaming
at the nothing in our minds…
so we laughed all night instead.

Never thought I’d miss the heat

2007-01-22T17:39:00.000-05:00

It is on days such as today
Gray days
Obituary days
That I think the most
And lose my mind
in these thoughts.

Having to count each breath,
To regain my sense of self,
And not worry about the end.

Wayne

2007-01-21T04:05:00.000-05:00

We’re getting towards the end now

2007-01-20T18:15:00.000-05:00

Funny how different we are
can be
and continue to be getting.

And I have been told
that some have foreseen
and others are beginning to assume
that we don’t even know
one another anymore.

Perpetual Groove @ Langerado 06'

2007-01-17T18:43:00.000-05:00

Something seems Suspiciously Familiar

2007-01-16T10:05:00.000-05:00

Again we meet up…
(with her again)
In the middle of nowhere
On a road not familiar
With no one around
for miles each way.

And thoughts bubble up
To their place in the mind
How many times before this…
This had to have happened

For I know her too well
For it to be just this once,
And I could tell
From the get go,
We had met before.

Scents and Scentsations

2007-01-15T19:10:00.000-05:00

I am fascinated by the smell
Permeating my epidermis
Some days I think I can smell soup,
Others I’m sure it’s death that’s a wafting.
Usually though, the scent is full of memories,
And I’m somersaulted into an ecstatic trance,
Lasting only long enough to convince me to repeat,
Eyes darting,
Always hoping no ones looking,
As I slowly inhale,
And remember nothing I can distinguish.

Lickety Split

2007-01-12T20:56:00.000-05:00

Book Junkie (for R.A.W.)

2007-01-11T18:57:00.000-05:00

One
line
at
a
time
he
shoots
for
the
soul
of
the
mind.

Debugging Information

2007-01-09T18:38:00.000-05:00

These chemicals in my brain
dripping
oozing
replicating
as natural as me.
Tearing at me
ripping me apart inside,
causing me to die inside
slowly and deliberately.

Dying –
the one function
I can promise to carry out
without fail.

Quickly enough to make
me aware of the whole ordeal,
to stare him in the face
and watch him change,
slowly enough to allow
me to recall
every smile revealed.

I shout from my sleep,
We must expose this foe!

Awake,
this mind of mine –
dragging and screaming
allegations through the mud,
tickling and whispering
obscenities in my ear.
Quietly, though I hear
all that they say:

“This has been a travesty
for all those,
in contact with the facts”

and the end is near.

The Black Crowes Chris Robinson

2007-01-08T11:12:00.000-05:00

Chris Robinson

Scientist

2007-01-07T20:52:00.000-05:00

I am empowered by the atom
or
my ability to split it.

And you fear me
for my needle precision.

high

2007-01-05T11:09:00.000-05:00

howling madly at passing cars,awake by the side of the road.

2007-01-02T11:58:00.000-05:00

Cars flying by
The side of the road…
Seem to Shout
“shoe” as forward they go.

To begin,
Using the knowledge you’ve
Acquired
About the desert,
and other assorted dry, hot things,
It should come as no surprise,
That after the cacti and this heat,

I chose,
The side of the road …
A solid chunk of brown sugar sand
That contray to looks,
still tastes like regular old sand
as the only safe place
on this whole concrete planet.

Taste buds defeated,
My mind decides to move on.

Though while advancing…
And to my dismay…
I began graphically illustrating that…
Running from life,
no matter in which direction…
Instantly becomes
harder,
as soon as you’ve begun.

And remembering
that movement requires energy,
I stared at my pedals pleadingly.
Thinking that…
If only I could move these feet,
For even a foot,
I would convince
These questions to quiet.

To stop asking things like…

”How long
can I possibly stand here
wondering just how long
I can possibly stand here. “

Mind made up,
Determined to progress,
I move forward,
While above me,
the heat conspires with the sun,
To draw beads from my head…
effectively targeting and eliminating
every drop of liquid
It could squeeze out
from within.

And now,
My body aching.
Sponged dry after all this time,
I’ve come to realize
the sun overhead
is the only evidence I have
of today’s progression.

Further shocking revelations;
if time trusted calculations
Were correct,
it seemed that only seconds
had actually passed,
and I began fancifully envisioning
that cars would soon
follow.

My mistake,
Failing to envision the part,
Where one of them actually stopped.

Standing,
Sweating…

In only a few minutes,
What felt like long hours
Had passed
In the sky,
Revealing,
Light dwindling away…
I sat on the ground
My book to the sun,
And with no real plan to follow,
began to read… again.

I read until my eyes complained;
Their needed light had quietly gone,
And thus they refused to work anymore.

Blind,
With darkness overhead,
Book somewhere snug
Feet on the sand,
I walked again.

Walked…
only
Because I couldn’t read anymore.

Then,
In weakness,
And considering empathy…
I stopped at daybreak.
Thinking someone would stop.

Time passed,
eyes began to read.

Truthfully,
I took my time spent reading
as an implicit indication,
Being quietly offered,
That apparently,
I was unwanted.

Which resulted in,
my sleeping,
standing up,
on the side of the road,
till the Morning arrived,
when I awoke…
tired but smiling.

Though later,
Still alone,
Smile straightened
I hungrily gorged on sleep.

Predictably though,
My meal was
Only occasionally interrupted by
Those screaming “shoes”…
And I never found a stopper.

With dusk arriving …
And to express my frustration,
I Began
howling madly at passing cars.

And to my surprise,
I’m here,
still awake
on the side of the road.

nye

2006-12-31T08:48:00.000-05:00

Air

2006-12-27T23:54:00.000-05:00

Upon the first wake up,
Get up,
head outside,
to the crisp meeting
of air on flesh.

And I smile
Realizing
This simulation is real.

inked

2006-12-26T18:09:00.000-05:00

2012

2006-12-22T18:35:00.000-05:00

strange how a day
that begins with coffee
can end with robots
destroying the world.

Looking up

2006-12-21T17:44:00.000-05:00

7:18 p.m.

2006-12-20T18:53:00.000-05:00

so much time
in this space
you can
almost
feel them
both collapsing
into a single moment

The Secret Machines

2006-12-19T18:15:00.000-05:00

The Secret Machines

Viewed from my couch through the old oak tree

2006-12-18T18:43:00.000-05:00

Sun slips
on trees leaves
and falls behind
another day

Movement

2006-12-17T15:09:00.000-05:00

His hand moved down
her shoulder.

Running the path along
her breast

brushing her arm

seeing her flesh.

With a gasp,
he blushed.

set and setting

2006-12-15T17:57:00.000-05:00

Mine

2006-12-14T23:20:00.000-05:00

A thousand years from now
our small metal children
buried so carefully,
will leap out of the ground,
and say hello
(goodbye)
to the future.

exaggerated cold front

2006-12-13T19:13:00.000-05:00

Maybe not mature, but the only thing that came to mind.

2006-12-11T17:59:00.000-05:00

Strange music makes my chest tingle
and I
imagine somewhere outside,
people are awaiting to accost me.
Maybe I’m at fault
maybe I’m to blame,
no one has the right to say.
But for this moment,
hiding in the bathroom seems the safest thing to do.

2006-12-08T17:44:00.000-05:00

Headache

2006-12-07T17:30:00.000-05:00

Brain dump.
The largest natural
depository in the world*
always at my disposal.
And located just above my shoulders
and right below my cushion of hair.

Sometimes,
the sting sets in
and I’m forced to,
every so often,
Release the hatch!

Witness contents flowing out,
sounds never heard,
sights never, ever seen…
Clear pointless nothings
paraded in my face,
saved for too long,
collecting a painful film of dust.
Empty once again
my head no longer aches.

*depending on your definition of largest, or natural, or depository.

nola band

2006-12-06T20:46:00.000-05:00

What’ll this get you?

2006-12-05T19:45:00.000-05:00

Some pocket change
A guitar pick
And a little lint.

Fist opened
Leads to clinking metals,
falling faces,
landing with a
tink
tink…

hand snatches,
27 cents.

lost

2006-12-04T19:17:00.000-05:00

If today should be the first time that it happens,then it only stands to reason there’d be nothing to compare it to.

2006-12-04T19:14:00.000-05:00

Random quantum fluctuations
keeping me on my toes,
waiting for our universe
to crash into its brother.

Or for that sun,
which I adore so much from a distance,
to come in for a closer look
and melt away my house,
not to mention my flesh.

2006-12-01T18:17:00.000-05:00

Heavy eyelids sting like needles

2006-12-01T18:16:00.000-05:00

Popping sleep
like junkies
nap on pills,
shivering
from withdrawals at 10 a.m.,
the effects are wearing off
and I just don’t dream anymore.

Time to stock up.
Hibernate.
Overdose.
Fall out on numbness.

Do not disturb…
I will awake buzzed.

Until then, let me be.

Natural Order

2006-11-30T19:24:00.000-05:00

Research Project

2006-11-30T19:11:00.000-05:00

I.
White.
Hot.
Burning.

II.
Serious talk time, now!

Featuring topics as diverse as:
Eternity and everything thereafter!

Or if you choose –

everything we can see,
hear,
and taste
all the way from here
and instantaneously over to there!

Follow it,

passed up
passed down
pulled to the back
and of course,
who could ever forget
our favorite one of all –
the milky way.

He mused:

Quantum physics told to us by
the only man since Einstein to look sexy in an abacus,
and we’re just gonna keep on plugging away,
not sure of what is next, only hoping to...

Yet we have heard talk of
divine inspiration
stumbling down
fantastic paths,
and I seek you,
muse,
a full-fledged hunt that,
after years of diligence,
finds nothing.

Which is of great sadness to me,
though in our defense,
in this case, we did not give up.
And after we fail to satisfy our inner urges
naturally
breathing...thinking...learning...
Nothing seemed to work,
including the weekend getaways to the soul
and back.
Nothing.

And then I turned to the madmen
hiding in shacks covered with smoke...
Anything that permeates the soul,
and allows it to leave
cannot be all bad.

We are not to blame
for our fascination with all things sacred.

History is our best defense in this case.

Who can blame one,
when the paper trail proves
we have been prophesied and polarized,
by 100,000 years of history.

And now we are alone,
realizing that nothing can connect us with anything
but death.

III.
And the burning that came before
lasted for only a few seconds,
but was well worth it.

Staring Through

2006-11-29T20:54:00.000-05:00

When soap and air meet light

2006-11-29T18:23:00.000-05:00

sweet bubble
sounds of glistening
one finds it hard
to imagine
you fear the impending
pop,
and if you do –
how do you stay
so beautiful
all the time?

dancing fool

2006-11-28T00:11:00.000-05:00

Worrying about it will only make it worse

2006-11-28T00:10:00.000-05:00

Here comes…
the sudden rush,
Of a different feeling.

A whole new light,
One where the red is more prominent.
and the constant moving through my mind,
becomes sudden squatting in my veins,
And the thought of what comes next,
Leads to the thoughts taking over
where I once had control.

Flustered in the shadows
I can think of nothing else.
Confused and silent
I can hear all the thoughts
I don’t want to have…
worse yet,
they’re burrowing into my mind,
Deeper and downer
to the core of the problem,
Where one day
(I think.)
I will explode from within.

azack in the corner

2006-11-28T00:08:00.000-05:00

Bulb

2006-11-27T21:58:00.000-05:00

Slow down
the shutter speed
and watch as everything
drags behind,
leaving a trail of itself,
or leaving itself.

One after another
after another,
in progressive succession,
ghosts floating out
up and away.

Free for a fraction,
until that click says
Now is the moment,
and then the details
become momentarily clear,
with all their baggage
dragging directly behind them.