Donna Jean The texAsian poet

About Me

Donna Jean has become synonymous with the art form known as poetry based music. A free flowing and spirited form of expression, her poetry mirrors herself; a free spirit, never afraid to fly without wires or a safety net. Her words are unapologetic, sexy, and alluring. Mixed with music, her words, and thus her performance demonstrates the passion and creativity of this straight razor cutting edge artist. It would be easy to say that the foundation and elements in Donna Jean is reflected in other female artists, such as Janis Joplin, Lydia Lunch and Meg Lee Chin, but that would be much too trite. No, Donna Jean is her own artist, and like all new artists, her style is distinctive, bold, and beautiful which is what pure art is all about.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 08/03/2008
Band Members: Solo, however I utilize different engineers and musicians.I enjoy working with creative minds and to experience the diverse outcome of someones interpretation of my words.
Influences: Arthur Rimbaud, Neil Gaiman and many other classic and modern artists.
Sounds Like: suicide nation.diagnosed society.dis-ease.dis-order.dis-chord.needle[ss] adjective to a noun already heard.shooting star in my night sky.sleepless remix versions on repeat.
Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

Crisis Queen

A damsel in distress shouldn't lift up her dress...she spends her nites sitting on a rock staring at the sky wishing upon every single star...wondering who will spin her,dip her,dance with her...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Dec 2009 19:58:00 GMT

shatter

this perpetual sadness is quite relentless and restlessmy ability to become my full potential walked out on me andim not disillusioned by flatterymirrors lie but eyes dontbeing a convient distracton f...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jun 2009 15:48:00 GMT

...not quite three

...a poet's pen full of inkcan walk through endless sheetsenduring heat to fill the coldyour the threshold king of very few thingsdo like being a pin cushion queen's subjective noun?...4 years of misq...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jun 2009 17:00:00 GMT

vibrates to the square root of 9

the tip of my tongue glides across the back of my teethit triggers a memory that vibrates to the square root of 9where metal from the tip of your alter echos from my clavicle, down my spine to the ins...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jun 2009 09:16:00 GMT

somewhere

you seem to fit somewhere in between reality and dreamas if you could make those two worlds of mine actually co-exist i found strength in your absence i gained insight in your silencean ignorant s...
Posted by on Fri, 08 May 2009 02:30:00 GMT

Red Sky at Night

...All I'm left with is a red flannel noose memory of you white trash side,cause sometimes,us half-breeds dont know how to fight......and it was of my asian half that painted your final leathery...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 22:34:00 GMT

Analog Drones

I featured at The Hideout lastnight and was pleased to have Jean-Paul join my set with some of his mad noise making skills! I've been able to collaberate with other artists in the studio but not live....
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 17:14:00 GMT

hide and DONT seek

...Hide...Dont let anyone too closeI haven't a clue what I'm doingI'm so angryI'm so sadEmpathy is for the strangeLove is not for meI DONT want to know you...Keep hiding...No one needs to seethese lie...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 23:51:00 GMT

Problems Anonymous

Does your life seem pointless? Have you had failed suicide attempts? Do you have problems that just never end? Do you need a 12-step meeting? a drink? Jesus? hypnosis? a labodmy? your mom? ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Oct 2008 19:41:00 GMT

A Poets Bride

I wish.... I wasn't a poet... See, you can't really have two poets in a relationship It just doesn't work Opposites attract and I tend to fall for men of very few words... I wish HE was a poet...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 07:51:00 GMT