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DOMINAE"GATOR"COLE

      
Only when the last tree has died
and the last river been poisoned
and the last fish been caught
will we realize we cannot
eat money.
                        - Cree Indian Proverb

 

Real Life

 I Got This Covered 

don`t worry about it,
I`ll fuck this up for
the both of us.
all I need
is to believe
that this feeling
in my stomach
has something to do
with this
thing hanging
from my sleeve.
and with a little help from
my self-sabotaging past
and my unrealistic future,
I`ll have us fucked in no time.



Nutshell

there`s a concert ticket
on my nightstand,
and some money in
my jeans.
people tell me
I should want more,
but I don`t know
what that means.
I have a job,
some records,
and heaps of books
to read.
to me, that`s more
than enough;
it`s everything
I need. 

Mind Fucking Breeds Negativity

all this sophisticated

mind fucking may

never lead to

a child,

but it leaves the

heart fat full

with possibilities

of demise.

we breed desire

in the shadows

and then turn around

and gut it

with a staple

come sunrise.

slow and painful is

the life of a kid

who gives up

on love before

t
he gun is fired.

hope is a wounded crane

caught in the trap

of trivial cynicism

and it’s cries are

muffled with

intellect and

philosophical dogma.

i`m sick with self-love,

which is really just

self-hate with

quirky anecdotes and

good lighting.


HOW MUCH TRUTH DO YOU DARE?

 

there are no false

beats in my chest,

only false instincts

with contrived steps.

you found a way in,

but I don`t know

what it means.

i`m too busy

navel-gazing

to interpret these things.

to be understood is

simply overrated.

what value do you

posses if you`re so

easily translated?

i`m not looking for

someone to match

my intellect;

i`m merely waiting for

someone to loathe me

with a healthy amount

of respect.

your efforts are to no avail,

and you have the audacity

to question why.

and the truth is i`m sickened

by the mediocrity of your

elegant lie.  



Mike Hadreas a.k.a. Perfume Genius. Forever grateful for his generosity and for putting me on "the list" so that I could attend his sold out show in Austin. Buy his record now!
http://www.matadorrecords.com/perfume_genius/

My dear friends on Hawaii taught me the true meaning of ALOHA!

 
Kauai is one of the most magical places I have ever been.

Soup...it's what's for dinner!
I wanted some ink that was completely original and random. Soup on the side is exactly that!

Paris, France
Best busking I've ever heard in Metro!

Billings, Montana
Snuck backstage and met Hanson! They signed my axe. Taylor, I still love you!

Madrid, Spain
A lovely gentleman I happened upon.

Sydney, Australia
 One of the most tuned-in people I have ever encountered, and he's about as serious as I am.

Billings, Montana
My little sister and I with Gavin Rossdale from BUSH. Had him sign my Converse sneaker! What a good sport.

Cancun, Mexico
Zip lining...upside down...for shits and giggles.

Billings, Montana
The first time I was ever brave enough to do the limbo at the skating rink.  I lost :)

London, England
Sometimes you run into Sienna Miller when you're trying to find the Piccadilly Tube.

Portland, Oregon
Ummm...one of the best nights of my life!

Park City, Utah
Meeting my favorite actress in world, the wonderful Catherine Keener!

Grand Junction, Colorado
First time I ever dyed my hair with henna.

Los Angeles, California
I introduced his guy to coconut water. Yummy!

Cody, Wyoming
Little guys holding a sign I made of a protest.

Auckland, New Zealand
Motto to live by...

Austin, Texas
Speaking of random, I got this on 6th St.

South of France
Dudes with pipes, beards and walking sticks are umm...EPIC!

Seattle, Washington
Kurt Cobain's house. Fyi, I jumped the fence!

San Diego, California
Front row that The Kills show!

Palm Springs, California
Laundromat where a guy tried to sell me drugs. Please note how weird the word "landromat" is.

Billings, Montana
Sign I made and held with this lovely lady on Easter Sunday.
Somewhere In Nevada
This guy taught me all about "old school truckers" while I was trucking.

My journey of self-discovery and truth really began in New Zealand. My experiences there have shaped the person I have become today. No matter where I roam, my heart is always in NZ!

When I was a kid, I wanted to grow up to be an alligator. I'm still waiting.

It all began with a smile...

Who's Paul?

And it has come to this.

I told him not to go.

She never listens.

Tattooed hearts 

don't make love 

permanent.

Taken back and taken.

Diamond scars over

cocaine hearts.

Morning knows more 

about me than I ever

told the night.

Who's Paul?

Wired up and idle.

White gloves

and knee deep in

a filthy habit.

Ward of the state 

and state of my mind.

I'm ready to go.

Closed up and broken open.

Running to catch up

with my past.

Take me...home.

Who's Paul?

Ashtrays and painted 

fingernails.

Tied up with x-mas lights 

and bound to obligation.

Standing straight because you

no longer bend.

She stays high while

I'm at an all time low. 

Only strangers could know me now.

Let go of letting go.

Electric white and

five shades of grey.

I'd be happy if only I knew...

Who's Paul?



One-way Ticket To You


Only candor can cauterize a wound 
while simultaneously opening 
another.
There is no point in
waiting until you are 
whole before giving 
your heart away. 
The recipient, too, will carry their
luggage with a bent back.
How many bags will you be 
checking in this relationship?
One?
Two? 
Three…dear God!
One must rifle through these
bottomless suitcases of 
stagnant emotions
and realize that what we were
is no longer who we are.
Toss it in the rubbish bin, 
that no longer suits you!
And perhaps one day there will be
no need to check a bag at all. 
Truth fits nicely in any carry-on.
The idea is not to be complete, 
the idea is to be completely you.


           Foreclosed   <3

I don’t want you all boarded up

and impossible.

I want to bare witness to the

depth of your complexity which

surfaces in fragments of boisterous bliss.

Your presentation of self is ridged.

You are aloof…despondent...distant

and yet somehow the closest I’ve come

to intrigue since discovering

I was my only true enemy.

Don’t temp me with stubbornness

as I was born to wait.

I suffer in silence and cry out only

when the trees are bent

and my anguish can be mistaken for

the misdirection of wind.

Quick to warm…

slow to reheat.

If only I were better

at telling the difference between

what I want and what it is

I think I have.


Just For the Taste of It

my need for discomfort

is synthetic like my

protein shake.

you’re an ingredient

for flavor

and I lack the

palate and patience

to appreciate.

i break up with you

over and over,

but really I am

trying to get away

from the vulnerability

you bring up

in me.

and I tell myself

i didn’t love you;

i didn’t know you;

i didn’t want you…

but time tells

a different tale.

i do love you;

i did know you,

and I will always want you.

my love is real,

though there are

moments when

i wish it were not.


 

Calcium Deficiency

i take you in

any way

i can.

i ingest

your hopes,

your lies,

your secrets.

you rob

my sensitivity

with fear

like caffeine

robs the body

of calcium.

i am deficient

in logic

because

all I see is

you.

humiliation

by love

is the only

fix.

i am not broken,

but sometimes

i break.


To Know or Not To Know

you say you

hardly know me

and I guess

I’m hard to

know.

 

with all these

conflicts surfacing,

my fight will not

lie low.

 

maybe we can

only know

ourselves,

and the rest

is just for

show.

 

but I got sick

of hurting you,

so I let

the whole thing

go.

I rarely fall, but when I do, I fall hard.

Some of the things I love...

Artists: Camille Claudel, Amedeo Modigliani, Henri Matisse,Francis Bacon, Alberto Giacometti, Otto Dix, Christian Schad, Jean Cocteau, Jean Dubuffet, Auguste Rodin, Salvador Dali, Francis Picabia, etc.

Writers: Kahlil Gibran, Albert Camus, Friedrich Nietzsche, Jean-Paul Sartre, Hermann Hesse, William S. Burroughs, Charles Bukowski, Virginia Woolf, Bret Easton Ellis, Flannery O'Connor, Tom Robbins, John Steinbeck, etc.

Activists: Betty Friedan, Simone de Beauvoir, David Suzuki, Bill McKibben, Paul Hawken, Michael Pollan, Aliaa Aagda Elmahdy and Che Guevara.

Musicians/Bands: Kurt Cobain, Bob Dylan, PJ Harvey, Karen O., Leonard Cohen, Lou Reed, Alison Mosshart, Bonnie Raitt, Arcade Fire, Adrian Young, The Gaslight Anthem, Patti Smith, The Kills, Fiona Apple, The Velvet Underground, Vive La Fete, Edith Piaf, Chopin, NIN,No Doubt, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Bush, Radiohead, Devendra Banhart, Bon Iver, The Knife, T-Rex, Leadbelly, Bessie Smith, The Cranberries, CCR, The Rolling Stones, David Bowie, The Germs, Ida Maria, Jeff Buckley, Joss Stone, Joy Division, The Strokes, Led Zeppelin, The Lumineers, The Mars Volta, The Mint Chicks, Prince, Our Lady Peace, Wise Blood, Sleater-Kinney, Sublime, Syd Barrett, Wild Flag, Talking Heads, Tom Petty and the HB'ers, The Veils, Yodelice, etc.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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