the seagull leader

Above me glide seagulls of considerable size,

Poised in the air they tread forward.

Suddenly, without the slightest inclination,

The leader plunges towards the glassy ocean surface.

A perfectly circular splash explodes into the air,

Ripple waves lap against my chest.

Pop!

The seagull rights himself,

Smoothly, not hinting as to the outcome of his dive.

Rather, floating along as if he hadn't a care.

Soon a runaway appears,

And the gull, with a quick flap of the wings,

Is back into the air,

Ahead of the pack.

With the same poise he had earlier held,

He leads the others along, searching,

For a cool breeze, and some fish.

by- jared a muscat

an excerpt from (for now) untitled

turns out, nothing is coming about for today, all that i can work on is this piece i started and dont want to post on here, but will wait till later
anyway here is an excerpt from another poem with the same life story...this little piece here is part of a poem that has many different stories, so here is one of them
the poem also doesnt have a title yet

untitled
back next to the highway kids felt bent by the rapid flow of necessary lessons
while their parents sent them fruity delicatessens
Sara sat in her suite listening to the laughter on the street
"they don't understand why they are here" she decreed
a statement with which her parents very much agreed
"they will struggle to live happy and free, but you will have the money everyone needs"
a day later she sat behind the cat who moved so magnificent
she hid under a hood of embarrassment
for she had discovered it was she
that had gotten a d
she leaned to the boy asking "how can this be?"
he told her that life could not be taken so simply
she looked at the boy in a pair of jeans and a shirt rough along the seems

she questioned how such an image could keep focus on a dream
as he packed to leave he turned to the girl and said
"come by my house and i will teach you how to bake complex bread"
the idea seemed strange, but she was far from naïve
she approached with a mind not ready to believe

but the rhythm of the boy's dance brought a smile to her face
"come sit down, promise me this wont be a race, i like to move at a pleasant pace"
the boy moved so pure and free opening cupboards with a style the girl had not seen
"please join me, i can not teach unless you join me in the scene"
"please understand i am not of your kind at all" the girl implied
"i know, i cant stand your type" the boy lied
he sang songs as they mixed and stirred
creating poetry without using words
and soon they moved with the wiseness of owls
as the girl created beautiful sounding vowels
and at the top of her lungs she cried
"i want to tell my parents of all i have discovered inside"

-jared a muscat

update

sorry the poems became a little off and on over the last week, life got a little bit busy.

also apologies for the lack of art being presented, i just need to find someone with a camera (there are so many people here with cameras it is ridiculous, i just need to make friends).

there will be a new poem up tonight, an excerpt from a poem i have been working on for a while might be posted as well, we shall see. i just have a few i have been working on behind the scenes and might be waiting for bigger unveilings (not that anyone would really care).

stay stoked and i promise that by the end of the week some new art will be posted an poems will be abundant

until then 

-jared

thumbs interlocked

Smooth meets weathered,

Warm meets cool.

Laughter flows through,

Strength gathers,

And passion blossoms.

Very few stories to be told.

Friendship of many years,

Ideas meet warmly.

Eyes lock purpose,

Risks assessed and taken.

Hours of wait.

Frustration sags.

Deja vu's of disappointment.

Bonds formed and worry forgotten,

by the way, "accomplishment" achieved.

-jared a muscat

red as a cardinal

Burning like a fire,

Stoked to be have been there.

Enchanted once more!

A chef with a purpose,

Happy advertising kind of like the red campaign, but green.

Onto creative naming,

At least 5, impressive indeed.

A valley below the campus calm in the spring.

Cleanse the dishes,

Head to bed;

Think its time to be enchanted,

Images to behold will now fill the head.

-jared a muscat

you're sat's dont mean a thing

Your SAT’s Don’t Mean a Thing

They are only going to help for a short fling.

Or, a long one if you choose,

But to do that stay away from booze…

Unless it is a beautiful affair.

Like tonight with all the unseen birds and crickets harmonizing the air!

Nothing could really have gone wrong,

No one cared about whether or not anyone was wearing a thong.

There was Big Jim, Weathered Wil, and No-Nonsense Nick;

Laughing at the time they were having with only an orange and a stick.

The scene was truly something to behold,

And so it was only meant to be told.

Bags of purple weigh down,

So it is best for a night away from the town.

For more reasons than one,

Besides having already had plenty of fun,

Sometimes, it is a good thing,

To just, not flap your wings.

It is a hard concept to be understood.

Because, from a young age, you kept going like the little engine that could.

But go a head and give it a try,

I promise you will not die.

What to listen to for bed is always a tough task;

No matter what though, don't hit the flask.

-jared a muscat

answered questions

It always feels good to know you are there to help, but they already know what to say.

So you are really only there, to hand out old pieces of sport.

And at the end of the quarter, you will spend a night to sort.

It’s an interesting position to be held,

It makes your head feel like ringing bells.

Got something you want to do?

Well this should be good enough for you,

You attend a college that’s one of the best in the nation,

But be careful, if you are not attentive, there will be an invasion.

Don't get the kid wrong, he appreciates the flow,

Because from what he hears his parents have no dough.

But something better would make things quite nice,

He would care even less about the price.

A job is just the most important thing,

It is what makes gospels sing.

You absolutely need it to be happy in the least!

But make certain you don't get swept up by the beast.

He is a bad man, so very greedy,

And you don't want to become needy,

So, even if your job is lame,

Remember it is just one big game.

And yes, you must be a part of it!

Why? Because otherwise you won’t fit.

You really need to get better with what you wear,

You dress and act, as if you forgot what you learned from dare;

Your teacher did,

And no one, wants that to be his or her kid.

-jared a muscat

funny to me

It is funny to me,

The way certain people love, to love a tree.

In some ways it is just a tease,

But, what isn't, is how it feels to create your own gale,

Doing away with the thought of a scale;

A line high and zippy,

The spray looked o so pretty.

Not to be left to wonder,

He decided to risk a possible blunder.

He took to the race like a horse bred of the finest kind,

With songs, light, and vision in his mind,

Like a chemistry test he had not known,

He came out of the magnificent zone

With effort concentrated and free.

He had forgotten he had to pee,

Aches and pains, and lion sized yawns

Led him to know he would not wake at dawn.

Unless he kept himself up late;

And ate, ate, ate

Then he would have to wake up,

And pour a little cup,

Go for a nice time gliding upon the waves,

And then, retreat for the day into peaceful enclaves

Of great scholarly thought,

This way he would not be a robot.

-jared a muscat

ps i decided to put up pictures of the boards i have surfed as well...but that will have to wait until i get a digital camera...so stay tuned and enjoy the daily poems

the bummer

It is quite the bummer to me,

When you look upon someone you admire with sizable disdain.

It will most certainly bring reasonable guilt and shame.

The best you can do, is sit and hope that hero gets it going,

And comes up with something worth showing.

He is a man of great pride,

But sometimes, he must get shaken for a ride.

It will help him to right himself, and make for the better.

But what is better, does it apply to anything, other than the quality of a sweater?

Anyhow things will move along,

Maybe to help, someone will suggest to him a song,

And for him it will provide great insight,

Keeping him happy for the night.

-jared a muscat

those pests

Those pests,

Who keep you from a good night's rest;

They nip at you during lunch,

And they do nothing but munch, munch, munch!

It’s a pesky fuckin' group.

Most people look at them as poop.

Well they do provide the fertilizer don't they?

Good call, but wait a second they don't pay!

For what,

I don't exactly know, but lets find out and nip them in the but!

This town is not big enough for all of us.

Trust us, we talked to an expert named Gus.

He works over at the lab,

By the house of the singer from Gift of Gab.

He is pretty smart we have been told,

And we can trust those who told us, because they are wise and old;

And if you are wise and old, then you are most certainly correct.

So, we can be care free, let’s go out and get wrecked!

-jared a muscat

ps i am pretty desperate to get my new pieces up, but i dont have a digital camera, and although i dont think anyone is desperate to see them, they will be up as soon as i find a friend with a digital camera...HINT...peace and love

reason

The best man,

Can he do what he wants because he is just that good,

Or can he do what he wants just like anyone could?

Is what he does always backed with great reason,

Or is it, to put it bluntly, simply treason?

My dear god what it feels like to have these thoughts!

It leaves the muscles in your legs in many knots.

Time to go to bed, need to look nice and fresh,

It’s breakfast silly, got to look your best!

-jared a muscat

better

“You think you are the only one in this world, but you aren’t!”

I thought that to be very well put, and probably should be said to certain people;

But to give me that label? O, please go pray at the steeple!

I most assuredly know why I am here,

And it is to experience life, but not drink too much beer,

Or none at all really.

In the morning, I think I will have granola with toast and jelly,

That will certainly aide me in my work for Spanish class;

I wonder however, what I shall have when I leave, only to get kicked in the ass.

-jared a muscat

ps please let me know if you would

wether or not any of this is good...

the best way would be to ask for more

just kidding i am not trying to become a store

bob dylan prelims, bruce prelim, mp sketch

the start

i decided to start a blog because i do a lot of free thinking and a lot of random art, and usually i like to share what is produced from these sessions of creativity...it mostly centers around surfing and nature so i decided to call this harmony with nature (i reach for that goal)

anyway a few things of note

i am enjoying my classes this quarter and did quite a bit of chemistry this afternoon...

which i followed with some work on a big bob dylan sketch i started this morning...i am psyching on the outlook, but it wont be for a while, this is going to be the most detailed piece i have yet attempted

lastly i will try and get some art posted in the next few days, i dont have a camera so it will only be things i can scan for a little bit until i can find a friend with digital capabilities and the time to help me share my art (i feel its worth it)

stay stoked

jared

ps there are some previews of the dylan sketch coming tomorrow