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Paul David Thomas- poet, author, circus reject

I believe in the cultivation of a sensitivity to Beauty.

About Me

This profile is where you can preview my book of poetry and prose, which is available now. Just click on the banner on the left and you'll be taken right to it. My personal profile can be seen HERE


Monday 2 April I hit the 250 sales mark! Not bad for a couple of weeks on Myspace. There are only around a thousand copies left, so get it quick! Thank you to everyone for the support!
3 April - Now you can Download the Book for $5 USD. Click on the book cover below and then click again on DOWNLOAD.


"Poetry, as an art, reflects the interaction with the subconscious. As Carl Jung writes, the subconscious can be recorded via the conscious mind when one recalls dreams, engages in spontaneous writing, drawing and painting, and otherwise creates mosaics of images in any medium. The poetry and prose here contained represent one person’s experiment with the subconscious. When investigating the nature of life, existence, and Mind, both individual and Universal, symbols and archetypes are found in abundance, and are for none other to judge but one’s self. Some will love it for what it is; and some will hate it for what it is not.
"Jack Kerouac once said that keeping a record of one’s existence creates a legacy, a unique and fascinating novel of your time here on Earth. Everyone has a story to tell- and if only to themselves, for whatever value may be found in it, is of supreme importance. Censorship has no place in this work, and should hold no position of importance in any meaningful endeavor. The founders of our great nation had this in mind when writing the Constitution, and indeed we should uphold this maxim of Freedom in our personal lives, if we are ever to actualize our true Self in this era of distress and conflict. In earnest I present this to you, and hope that someday, you may tell me your mystery."

My Interests



I'd like to meet:


Music:

tell me your mystery Aurthur Rimbaud
Oscar Wilde
Nietzsche
Jim Morrison
Aleister Crowley
Jean-Paul Sartre
Jack Kerouac
Goethe
Carl Sagan
Aristotle
Carlos Castaneda
Great Elk
Aldous Huxley
William Blake
Kafka
Eliphas Levi
Edgar Allan Poe
Carl Jung
Freud
Homer
Virgil
Albert Camus
Joseph Campbell
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Allen Ginsberg
Howard Zinn
Noam Chomsky
Swami Vivekananda
Voltaire
Baudelaire
Egyptian Book of the Dead
Gnostic Gospels
The Egyptian
No One Here Gets Out Alive
Greek Mythology
Becoming Human
John Shirley
HP Lovecraft
Soyinka
Orwell
Plato
Aesop
Balzac
Robert Browning
Walt Whitman
Dickens
Homer
Hugo
Hume
Sun Tzu
Lao Tzu
HG Wells
Hemingway
Hunter S Thompson
Dictionaries
Thesauruses
Lord Byron
Lewis Carroll
Darwin
Dickens
Jack London
Kipling
Bram Stoker
Jules Verne

Sometimes I wake up with my head spilling over the edge of my mattress onto my beige carpet and I get up and walk to the computer to type some words, or if I'm lucky, I've left my notebook by the bed and I can just roll over and sprawl some words onto the pages, slanted and larger than I intend to write them, and sometimes I meet people who write upside-down; not standing on their heads or anything, but with the paper turned 180 they can write and write, while I wonder if they can read the job application upside down or if they have to flip the page to read, then flip it back to write; and that is sort of how I do what I do when I do it, flipping pages and doing head-stands and lying in the corpse-pose until my brain gets enough blood and has to release some of it or the pills and tabs I take to either increase or decrease the flow of blood depending on my mood and the weather, and what song has been playing in my head and hands for the past week- this usually has some affect, which creates the effect of me reading a few books at a time- not one after another, but a paragraph here in one, then a paragraph here in another and thinking maybe it's all just the same damn book written by the same author using different Plumes, but I digress into dreams from my childhood and forget that the rent is due and now I have to pre-date my check and slip it through the manager's mail-slot at 3am so he'll wake up and not know that I am a few days late with the payment; a thousand years ago I would have just given him one of my goats and we'd be square- well, he'd be square and I'd still be a mad man losing patience with myself and those around me whom I love dearly and take to the mountains yearly for a good roll in the chemical bliss of nature, yet sometimes I go on and on and on forget where to put in the STOPs.

I am 26 years old, I live in the historic Centerville district of Fremont, CA. I love the outdoors, meeting new people, drinking, smoking, gambling, etc etc blah blah blah.You can find me on Skype, just search for my name, you'll find me. Or on Yahoo IM. My screen name there is Gnostic BeastSend me an email if you want to know anything I haven't covered here, or even if you just want to say hi!

"Poetry, as an art, reflects the interaction with the subconscious. As Carl Jung writes, the subconscious can be recorded via the conscious mind when one recalls dreams, engages in spontaneous writing, drawing and painting, and otherwise creates mosaics of images in any medium. The poetry and prose here contained represent one person’s experiment with the subconscious. When investigating the nature of life, existence, and Mind, both individual and Universal, symbols and archetypes are found in abundance, and are for none other to judge but one’s self. Some will love it for what it is; and some will hate it for what it is not.

"Jack Kerouac once said that keeping a record of one’s existence creates a legacy, a unique and fascinating novel of your time here on Earth. Everyone has a story to tell- and if only to themselves, for whatever value may be found in it, is of supreme importance. Censorship has no place in this work, and should hold no position of importance in any meaningful endeavor. The founders of our great nation had this in mind when writing the Constitution, and indeed we should uphold this maxim of Freedom in our personal lives, if we are ever to actualize our true Self in this era of distress and conflict. In earnest I present this to you, and hope that someday, you may tell me your mystery." The Doors, Tool, Pantera, Beatles, Johnny Cash, Testament, Eazy E, A Perfect Circle, Blues Traveler, Filter, Dream Theater, Alice in Chains, Bob Marley, Muddy Waters, John Lee Hooker, Howlin Wolf, Willie Dixon, Little Milton, Mozart, Beethoven, Chopin, Elton John, Van Morrison, Janis Jopin, Jimmy Hendrix, NIN, Pink Floyd, Rage Against the Machine, Sublime, Superjoint Ritual, System of a Down, The Eagles, David Bowie, Native American music, Down, Thievery Company, Metallica, KORN, Creedence Clearwater Revival, John Fogerty, The Who Post a Banner on Your Page!



"I believe in the cultivation of a sensitivity to Beauty."
"Minutes after my birth, I was up and heading for the exit."

Books:

BOOKSAurthur Rimbaud, Oscar Wilde, Nietzsche, Jim Morrison, Aleister Crowley, Jean-Paul Sartre, Jack Kerouac, Goethe, Carl Sagan, Aristotle, Carlos Castaneda, Great Elk, Aldous Huxley, William Blake, Kafka, Eliphas Levi, Edgar Allan Poe, Carl Jung, Freud, Homer, Virgil, Albert Camus, Howard Zinn, Noam Chomsky, Swami Vivekananda, Voltaire, Baudelaire, Egyptian Book of the Dead, Gnostic Gospels, The Egyptian, No One Here Gets Out Alive, Greek Mythology, Becoming Human, John Shirley, HP Lovecraft, Soyinka, Orwell, Plato, Aesop, Balzac, Robert Browning, Walt Whitman, Dickens, Homer, Hugo, Hume, Sun Tzu, Lao Tzu, HG Wells, Hemingway, Hunter S Thompson

Heroes:



My Blog

June First - 1st draft

A few more minutes of reflection, then turn I will the page and move on letting the words become pictures, instead of these dead, black snakes drying on cotton pages.   I wait, wait, wai...
Posted by Paul David Thomas- poet, author, circus reject on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 07:43:00 PST

Resort

                Black toxic mold, Growing 'round leaky pipes That pump staph infection       &n...
Posted by Paul David Thomas- poet, author, circus reject on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 11:47:00 PST

A March of Time

It was not long ago that I embarked           Upon another lonely trip.               &nb...
Posted by Paul David Thomas- poet, author, circus reject on Wed, 30 May 2007 02:26:00 PST

Bellicose veins

Bellicose veins Running through the streets Like a sewer flooded over With the waste Of a million souls   Bellicose veins- Forcing to succumb To tired stories, and Made to touch the ma...
Posted by Paul David Thomas- poet, author, circus reject on Wed, 23 May 2007 04:17:00 PST

Sunday Ink

Dearly Beloved, We are gathered here today to lay to rest our past pretense. Over the guarded fence tries a new chance; a shiny doorway to a blue fountain- and new witches to bless our watered souls ...
Posted by Paul David Thomas- poet, author, circus reject on Mon, 07 May 2007 07:53:00 PST

Vodka + Headache = spontaneous pome

Bar room bar stool, you seat me like a womb, You shelter me with a tomb, A spicy tonic to spike the walk, We linger, And bathe in neon eyes. And live the lies we long ago took as truth from skies ...
Posted by Paul David Thomas- poet, author, circus reject on Fri, 04 May 2007 10:41:00 PST

A Just Dream

A Just Dream   The bell rang eleven times and the boy emerged in the midst of a prodigious almond orchard. In front of him, planted between the alleys of trees, was a rickety wooden crucifix st...
Posted by Paul David Thomas- poet, author, circus reject on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 09:28:00 PST

Absinthinia

Absinthinia   Lying naked violently grasping At destiny. On all sides sickly hungered cats Waiting to prey on our corpse.   I've been listening to the quiet strand of light  Its ran...
Posted by Paul David Thomas- poet, author, circus reject on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 04:22:00 PST

Blow

"Blow"Blow away myleafy soul. Blowmy mind fromits hinges. Iwould care not. As longas my heart still had rhythm, stillbeat and had thickviscous blood flowing-as long as I could still feel loveand still...
Posted by Paul David Thomas- poet, author, circus reject on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 07:40:00 PST

Vein

Vein   Pastel patches on a quilted bed cover. 3am rooster hotel. Water-stains on the ceiling, some other stains on the carpet. Television caged high up in the corner. The bed sheets twis...
Posted by Paul David Thomas- poet, author, circus reject on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 11:07:00 PST