Demon & Angel Tattoo

Tattoo of the year... Can't stop laughing!

Hottest Dance Ever

The The Original Silhouettes are a dance group from Denver, Colorado. The group is best known for performing on the sixth season of America's Got Talent.[1] The 42 members of the Silhouettes range from 4–18 year olds.[2] The group was named runner-up in the competition.

The The Silhouettes were created in March 2009 by Lynne Waggoner-Patton. The group was created using dancers from Rocky Mountain School Of Dance & Performing Arts located in Arvada, Colorado. Lynne Waggoner-Patton was asked to create and choreograph a show using her dancers shadows and photographs and The Rocky Mountain Silhouettes were born!

Put your trust and faith in me

What do you want from life he said 
why are you not happy 
I paused a while and then replied 
as I wiped away tears flooding my eyes. 

My kids have degrees, they should feel at ease, 
be able to walk into jobs 
I watch the news and sob  
men battling machines bought to their knees. 

Stones against bullets and tanks 
these men don't stand a chance 
what do you do when you're sure 
god has given up on you. 

When you see no plan of action 
God is a great distraction 
he'll help you on your way 
all you need is faith. 

In unity we will be free 
pray to me I'll set you free 
believe in me I'll be your strength 
put your trust and faith in me.  

I am the way said the Lord 
I'll lead you to salvations door. 

The Soul

Does a gasp grab the first available one? 
Floating there in front of the nostril! 
Matters not whether a girl or a son 
Lucky intervention or preordained will 

Millennia of accidents lead to the formulation of the molecule 
Able to re-create such a complex being 
The beating begins long before the initial breath inhaled 
Yet the essence of life is not ringing 
  
Self serving actions brought with forethought 
Developed only after years responding to reflex 
Charges across the synaptic spaces so taut 
That decisions are unrecognized and complex 

From the already entwined DNA strands 
Atoms tied together with packets of energy 
To a being of lungs, feet, heart and hands 
Ultimately defined by a birthing synergy 

What do we call this intangible gasp? 
Why do we need one for life? 
And when no more over our lips it will pass 
To float with the others at the end of our strife 

Questioning if there is a soul? 
Then surely this it must be 
A whisper filling a molecular hole 
Exhaled to rejoin the ethereal sea! 

Democracy

Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

Freedom
Is a strong seed
Planted
In a great need.

I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you. 

Langston Hughes

Poetry

The rhythm in the words 
Like singing birds 
Poetry is the thing 
Makes all the birds sing 

Writing the feelings 
Rhyming the things 
Words for all 
Words big and small 

Poems about love and hatred 
Poems that are sacred 
Poems about depression and joy 
Poems about a girl and a boy 
  
Getting a message out 
Know what it's all about 
Poetry is the way 
You can have anything to say 


by Ilsebeth Brand

Bound No’th Blues

Goin’ down the road, Lawd,
Goin’ down the road.
Down the road, Lawd,
Way,way down the road.
Got to find somebody
To help me carry this load.

Road’s in front o’ me,
Nothin’ to do but walk.
Road’s in front of me,
Walk…an’ walk…an’ walk.
I’d like to meet a good friend
To come along an’ talk.

Hates to be lonely,
Lawd, I hates to be sad.
Says I hates to be lonely,
Hates to be lonely an’ sad,
But ever friend you finds seems
Like they try to do you bad.

Road, road, road, O!
Road, road…road…road, road!
Road, road, road, O!
On the no’thern road.
These Mississippi towns ain’t
Fit fer a hoppin’ toad. 

Langston Hughes

Nobody Needs Know

Go easy, this was my first poem ever haha x

I’m in a crowd screaming,
Nobody hears me.
I’m in a crowd crying,
Nobody sights me.
I’m falling apart,
A pain in my heart,
Managing no more than to play a part.
The part of the happy girl,
Not a care in the world.
All smiles and laughs,
Neither of which in private I have.
I hide behind a wall,
Nobody needs know, nobody at all.

by Megan Haste

Her...

I can never get my mind off her,
I wonder if she'd mind if i'd,
make her my own,
and never let her go,
hug her tight,
treat her right,
act all polite,
take her on a date,
make sure i'm never late,
kiss her on her lips,
talk about our kids,
Make her feel like princess,
living in a castle,
hope that is not too much hassle,
But i am so blessed,
hope i can be the best,
hold you tight,
have your BR3A$t,
on my chest,
pass the test,
NOW YOUR MINE!

sorry for word spamming: (

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Jordan Moore

Cleaning Out the Lyre

Pour fifteen grains of rice into your hand
and guide the ice-white, jumping chips to the face
of your lyre, then to the cheekbone band,
a silhouette. Then in the f-hole lace—

yes, inside, the lining of willow-wood—clean,
clean rice. The dust's loose. The voice of rain
moves the trees that bow to the silver-green
lake where a horse and cart's loaded with chains

to secure the carp along the river road
and past the shop where Jean Baptiste's artists
plane the willow and sand the maple good
for ribs. Some unbraid white horsehair with mist

they spit, and a bone comb. Then they stretch,
unwrapping bread and cheese over a sketch.

by Tyler Mills

Forsaking My Love

I hate you
I wish to tear you away from me
This tumor that clings to my chest
The thing that makes me ache 
That haunts my dreams 
And tears at my desires
You have brought me only pain
My untamed heart
That beast that gnaws at my soul
That pitifully whines
Bringing my mind into unwanted pain
Yet how can I blame you
How can I chastise you when I listen intently to your pleas
Why should I punish you for what my eyes feed upon
How can I blame my eyes for falling upon her
She who brings light to the eternal darkness of my soul
She whose eyes bring me to subjection
Whose smile leaves me in awe
How can I blame you when my ears are met with her laughter
How they submerge into her song
How they quiver at her voice
Why should I punish you for inclining my soul
Tempting it with the one sense that has been forsaken by her
How could I look over the thought of the brushing of lips
The touching of hands
The binding of the soul, mind, and body
O you wretched heart
What am I to do with this constant companion
How could I tear you away
When she is the cause of my agony
Or rather 
It is the lack of her which brings me sorrow
It is the need for her that leaves my heart in pain
Yet she is not mine
She was never mine
She will never be mine
O my poor heart
How can I make you see reason
When all you do is show me the truth

Michael Silver

Bitter Blow of Love

Love! you dealt a bitter blow –
You lay me cross the mortal plains, 
Bedewed, bedimmed amongst a show
Of tearful clouds: eternal rains 
To weep at my enduring foe

Of harsh reality – searing pains of
Destiny: dependable propensity 
To fool myself repeatedly
That I could ever triumph over love! 





Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

The Joker never dies

Heath Ledger
1979-2008

ScarCon!

by Iestyn Flye, ScarCon London

A post from me that’s not about history?
I know, I know. But I’m looking at things in the long view- eventually ScarCon will join my own ScarWars event as a nodal point in the history of Scarification, so…. this post is just coming a bit early!

Ron Garza is one of my oldest friends, and along with Steve Haworth is someone I consider to be directly responsible for the way that Western scarification has evolved. He’s influenced the best in the world and in 2006 at Scarwars LA  I was honored to present him with the ‘Keith Alexander Award for the Advancement of the Art and Culture of Scarification’. To date he’s the only artist who’s been given this award. He recently hosted ScarCon; an international gathering of Scarification artists hosted in London England and has graciously contributed photos exclusively to ModBlog and Scarwars (so check there for pictures not included in this update!)

The artists for the inaugural London ScarCon were: Christiane, Ryan Ouellette, Bruno BMA, Iestyn Flye,  Ron Garza and Brenno Alberti .

I’m going to be rolling more photos out soon, here and over at Scarwars, so check back!

As always… discuss!

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Shawn has spent the majority of his ife in the modification world.
In addition to writing poorly for Modblog, he also edits the often neglected Scarwars site, the more frequently updated Occult Vibrations tattoo blog as well as his personal diary at Sacred Debris. He lives in Philadelphia with his faithful Italian Greyhound Bailey, his roommate Megh and a steadily growing Pushead collection.

ScarCon!

by Iestyn Flye, ScarCon London

A post from me that’s not about history?
I know, I know. But I’m looking at things in the long view- eventually ScarCon will join my own ScarWars event as a nodal point in the history of Scarification, so…. this post is just coming a bit early!

Ron Garza is one of my oldest friends, and along with Steve Haworth is someone I consider to be directly responsible for the way that Western scarification has evolved. He’s influenced the best in the world and in 2006 at Scarwars LA  I was honored to present him with the ‘Keith Alexander Award for the Advancement of the Art and Culture of Scarification’. To date he’s the only artist who’s been given this award. He recently hosted ScarCon; an international gathering of Scarification artists hosted in London England and has graciously contributed photos exclusively to ModBlog and Scarwars (so check there for pictures not included in this update!)

The artists for the inaugural London ScarCon were: Christiane Lofblad, Ryan Ouellette, Bruno BMA, Iestyn Flye,  Ron Garza and Brenno Alberti .

I’m going to be rolling more photos out soon, here and over at Scarwars, so check back!

As always… discuss!

---

Shawn has spent the majority of his ife in the modification world.
In addition to writing poorly for Modblog, he also edits the often neglected Scarwars site, the more frequently updated Occult Vibrations tattoo blog as well as his personal diary at Sacred Debris. He lives in Philadelphia with his faithful Italian Greyhound Bailey, his roommate Megh and a steadily growing Pushead collection.

Batman and the Joker...Surfing buddies?

Even Joker Approves of Gangnam Style ...

The Joker and his philosophy

I was browsing through the movies which I had previously watched. I came across The Dark Knight. Everything became fresh in my mind. The Batman,Joker,James Gordon,Harvey Dent,Rachel,Alfred,Lucius and Nolan’s storytelling. It was just perfect.

Above all, what captures the whole movie is the joker’s character. No one else can override his character. I went through his iconic dialogues and then thought, what joker really reflected by his dialogues?

Here are some choosy dialogues along with its impacts.:

1. Joker: If you’re good at something, never do it for free.

  
Amazingly delivered dialogue at right time. Wasn’t joker right? When you are good at something,you deserve to be paid its value. When you do it for free,you are taken for granted, ultimately you realise that oh, I should have had ask for something in return. This is just in terms of business but in life, it is not applicable entirely.

2. Do you want to know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can’t savor all the… little emotions. In… you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards?

Death. An eternal truth. Person shows the true face. Therefore it is said that dying person never lies. The true character is revealed.

3. Oh, you. You just couldn’t let me go, could you? This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You are truly incorruptible, aren’t you? Huh? You won’t kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness. And I won’t kill you because you’re just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever.

This is an event which we have never witnessed in the real life. We will never witness also. We don’t know what will happen when the strongest power meets to the most rigid object. We don’t know which will win. But, joker has given the answer, perhaps, neither of them win.

4. Madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes, is a little push.

The most practical and the shortest definition of the madness. Yes, it is like a gravity. It is like a passion. You simply get dragged towards it.

5. Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it. You know, I just… do things.

The best example given by joker. He himself doesn’t know what he is doing. He is living in the very present.

Though actor Heath Ledger (The joker) has died, his acting, his character and his dialogues in his signature voice will never die. Such psychopaths like joker rises only once in centuries.

Spark:

“You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.’”

- Aaron Eckhart (As ‘Harvey Dent’ in The Dark Knight)

The Dark Knight – Joker quotes

The Joker: I believe whatever doesn’t kill you simply makes you… stranger. 

[stumbles out of wrecked truck]
The Joker: [to Batman] Come on, I want you to do it, I want you to do it. Come on, hit me. *Hit me!* 

The Joker: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We are tonight’s entertainment! I only have one question. Where is Harvey Dent?
[nobody responds; The Joker walks around the room pointing with his shotgun at everyone]
The Joker: You know where Harvey is? You know who he is?
[grabs a man's face]
The Joker: You know where I can find Harvey? I need to talk to him about something. Just something, a little.
[turns the man's face away]
The Joker: No… 

The Joker: And I thought my jokes were bad… 

The Joker: You know, I’ll settle for his loved ones.
Gentleman at Party: We’re not intimidated by thugs!
The Joker: [as he smacks his lips] You know, you remind me of my father.
[pulls out his switchblade and brings it to the Gentleman's mouth]
The Joker: I hated my father!
Rachel Dawes: [off screen] Okay, stop!
[turns to face Rachel, tosses the Gentleman to his thugs and approaches Rachel, adjusting his hair with the knife]
The Joker: Well, hello, beautiful. You must be Harvey’s squeeze, hmm? And you *are* beautiful.
[hovers around the incredibly nervous Rachel]
The Joker: You look nervous. Is it the scars? You want to know how I got ‘em?
[grabs Rachel's head and positions the knife by her mouth]
The Joker: Come here. Hey! Look at me. So I had a wife, beautiful, like you, who tells me I worry too much. Who tells me I ought to smile more. Who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks… look at me! One day, they carve her face. And we have no money for surgeries. She can’t take it. I just want to see her smile again, hmm? I just want her to know that I don’t care about the scars. So… I stick a razor in my mouth and do this…
[mimics slicing his mouth open with his tongue]
The Joker: …to myself. And you know what? She can’t stand the sight of me! She leaves. Now I see the funny side. Now I’m always smiling!
[Rachel knees the Joker in the groin; he meerly laughs it off]
The Joker: A little fight in you. I like that.
Batman: Then you’re going to love me. 

The Joker: It’s a funny world we live in. Speaking of funny, do you know how I got these scars?
Batman: No! But I know how you got these! 

[bumps along while driving hijacked truck]
The Joker: I like this job – I love it! 

The Joker: And…here… we…go! 

The Joker: You just couldn’t let me go could you? This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You truly are incorruptible aren’t you? You won’t kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness, and I won’t kill you, because you’re just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever.
Batman: You’ll be in a padded cell forever.
The Joker: Maybe we can share one. They’ll be doubling up, the rate this city’s inhabitants are losing their minds. 

The Joker: [to Det. Stephens] Do you wanna know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can’t savor all the… little… emotions. In… you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards? 

Batman: What did you do?
The Joker: I took Gotham’s white knight, and brought him down to our level. It wasn’t hard. Y’see, madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little…push.
[laughs] 

The Joker: [to Batman] We really should stop fighting, we’ll miss the fireworks! 

The Joker: The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules! 

The Joker: See, I’m not a monster…I’m just ahead of the curve. 

The Joker: See, I’m a man of simple tastes. I like dynamite…and gunpowder…and gasoline! Do you know what all of these things have in common? They’re cheap! 

[repeated line]
The Joker: Wanna know how I got these scars? 

The Joker: [holding a knife inside Gambol's mouth] Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was….a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn’t like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me and he says “Why so serious?” Comes at me with the knife,”Why so serious?” He sticks the blade in my mouth. “Let’s put a smile on that face!” And….. Why so serious? 

The Joker: You’ll see, I’ll show you, that when the chips are down, these uh… civilized people, they’ll eat each other. 

The Joker: I want…I want my phone call. I want my phone call.
Detective Stephens: That’s nice.
The Joker: How many of your friends have I killed?
Detective Stephens: I’m a twenty year man. I can tell the difference between punks who need a little lesson in manners… and the freaks like you who would just enjoy it.
[pause]
Detective Stephens: And you’ve killed six of my friends.
The Joker: [faking interest, mouths "six"] 

The Joker: People will die. Starting tonight. I’m a man of my word. 

The Joker: Harvey, Harvey, Harvey Dent. Ohh, excuse me, I want to drive!
[gets behind the wheel of a semi truck] 

The Chechen: What do you propose?
The Joker: It’s simple, we, uh, kill the Batman.
[Mobsters laugh]
Salvatore Maroni: If you’re so smart, why didn’t you kill him already?
The Joker: If you’re good at something, never do it for free. 

The Joker: [over the PA] Tonight you are all going to be part of a *social experiment*. 

[the Batpod charges]
The Joker: Ooohhh. You want to play. Come on! 

The Joker: You just couldn’t let me go, could you? 

The Joker: You have nothing, nothing to threaten me with. Nothing to do with all your strength. 

The Joker: [to Batman] You didn’t think I’d risk the battle for Gotham’s soul in a fistfight with you? 

The Joker: [to the mob] I know what you’re afraid of. I know why you choose to have your little “group therapy sessions” in broad daylight.
[pause]
The Joker: The Batman. 

Gambol: [to The Joker] Give me one reason why I shouldn’t have my boy here rip your head off.
The Joker: How about a magic trick?
[pulls out a pencil and sticks it upright into the table]
The Joker: I’m gonna make this pencil… disappear.
[Gambol's thug walks over to kill The Joker, who pushes his face into the pencil and kills him]
The Joker: Ta-daa! It’s… gone! 

Gambol: You’re crazy.
The Joker: No, I’m not. No…I’m *not.* 

Batman: Why do you want to kill me?
The Joker: [laughs] Kill you? I don’t want to kill you! What would I do without you? Go back to ripping off mob dealers? No, no, you… you complete me. 

[Gambol makes a threat; Joker opens his coat to reveal setup of grenades on a string, which he starts to tug.]
The Joker: Now, let’s not *blow* things out of proportion here…You know what? You let me know when you start taking things a bit more seriously.
[takes out Joker card and sets it on the table]
The Joker: Here’s my *card*. 

Gambol: You think you can just come in here and take our money?
The Joker: Yeah. 

The Joker: Let’s turn the clocks back. A year ago, these cops and lawyers wouldn’t dare cross any of you. I mean, what happened? Did your – did your balls drop off? Hmm? 

The Joker: [to Gambol's thugs] Now, our operation is small but there is a lot of potential for ‘aggressive’ expansion. So which one of you fine gentlemen would like to join our team? Oh, there’s only one spot open right now so we’re gonna have…
[breaks pool cue over knee]
The Joker: tryouts.
[throws broken pool cue at the thugs]
The Joker: Make it fast. 

The Joker: [Batman slams The Joker’s head on a table] Never start with the head, the victim gets all fuzzy. 

The Joker: Those mob fools want you gone so they can get back to the way things were. But I know the truth: there’s no going back. You’ve changed things … forever. 

Batman: Where is Dent?
The Joker: You have all these rules and you think they’ll save you.
Lt. James Gordon: [Batman slams the Joker against a wall] He’s in control.
Batman: I have one rule.
The Joker: Then that’s the rule you’ll have to break to know the truth.
Batman: Which is?
The Joker: The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules. And tonight you’re gonna break your one rule.
Batman: I’m considering it.
The Joker: No, there’s only minutes left, so you’re gonna have to play my little game if you want to save one of them. 

The Joker: I had a vision, of a world without Batman. The mob ground out a little profit and the police tried to shut them down, one block at a time. And it was so… boring. I’ve had a change of heart. I don’t want Mr.Reese spoiling everything, but why should I have all the fun? Let’s give someone else a chance. If Coleman Reese isn’t dead in sixty minutes then I blow up a hospital. 

The Joker: Are you the real Batman?
Brian: No.
The Joker: No? Then why do you dress like him?
Brian: He’s a symbol… that we don’t have to be afraid of scum like you.
The Joker: Yeah, you do, Brian. You *really* do! 

The Joker: We made it! 

The Joker: This town deserves a better class of criminal… and I’m gonna give it to them. Tell your men they work for me now. This is *my* city.
The Chechen: They won’t work for a freak…
The Joker: [mocking his accent] A freak…
[pulls out his switchblade and tosses it to some goons who grabs the Chechen]
The Joker: Why don’t we cut you up into little pieces and feed you to your pooches? Hmm? And then we’ll see how loyal a hungry dog really is. It’s not about money… it’s about… sending a message. Everything burns. 

Lt. James Gordon: Harvey Dent never made it home.
The Joker: Of course not.
Lt. James Gordon: What have you done with him?
The Joker: Me? I was right here.
[holds up his arms in handcuffs]
The Joker: Who did you leave him with? Your people? That’s assuming of course that they are still your people, and not Maroni’s. Does it depress you, commissioner? To know just how alone you really are? Does it make you feel responsible for Harvey Dent’s current predicament?
Lt. James Gordon: Where is he?
The Joker: What’s the time?
Lt. James Gordon: What difference does that make?
The Joker: Well, depending on the time, he may in one spot or several.
Lt. James Gordon: If we’re gonna play games…
[takes off Joker's handcuffs]
Lt. James Gordon: I’m gonna need a cup of coffee.
The Joker: Ah, the good cop, bad cop routine?
Lt. James Gordon: Not exactly. 

Grumpy: I’m bettin’ The Joker told you to kill me soon as we loaded the cash.
The Joker: No, no. I kill the bus driver.
Grumpy: Bus driver? What bus driver?
[a school bus drives through the wall and kills Grumpy] 

The Joker: [to the mob] Oh, and by the way, the suit, it wasn’t cheap. You oughta know, you bought it. 

The Joker: It’s simple. Kill the Batman! 

The Joker: [speaking to Two-Face] Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it! You know, I just, do things. The mob has plans, the cops have plans, Gordon’s got plans. You know, they’re schemers. Schemers trying to control their worlds. I’m not a schemer. I try to show the schemers how, pathetic, their attempts to control things really are. So, when I say, ah, come here, when I say that you and your girlfriend was nothing personal, you know that I’m telling the truth.
The Joker: It’s the schemers that put you where you are. You were a schemer, you had plans, and uh, look where that got you. I just did what I do best. I took your plan and I turned it on itself. Look what I did, to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets. Hm? You know what, you know what I noticed? Nobody panics when things go according to plan. Even if the plan is horrifying. If tomorrow I tell the press that like a gang banger, will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics, because it’s all, part of the plan. But when I say that one, little old mayor will die, well then everyone loses their minds!
The Joker: [Joker hands Two-Face a gun and points it at himself] Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos. Oh and you know the thing about chaos, it’s fair.
[with the gun in Two-Face's hand, Two-Face pauses and takes out his coin]
Two-Face: [showing the unscarred side] You live.
The Joker: Mm-hm.
Two-Face: [flipping, showing the scarred side] You die.
The Joker: Mmm, Now we’re talking.
[with the gun in Two-Face's hand, the joker has the gun to his own forehead; Two-Face pauses and takes out his coin]
Two-Face: [showing the unscarred side] You live.
The Joker: Mm-hm.
Two-Face: [showing the scarred side] You die.
The Joker: Hm… Now we’re talkin!