Title: Evolutionary Artist

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Sun Sign: Leo

Chinese Sign: Earth Goat

Location: St Louis, MO

“To have firm persuasion, to set out boldly in our work, is to make a pilgrimage of our labors, to understand that the consummation of work lies not only in what we have done, but who we have become while accomplishing the task…..Life is a creative, intimate and unpredictable conversation if it is nothing else, spoken or unspoken, and our life and our work are both the result of the particular way we hold that passionate conversation. In Blake's sense, a firm persuasion was a form of self-knowledge; it was understood as a result, an outcome, a bounty that came from paying close attention to an astonishing world and the way each of us is made differently and uniquely for that world.” -from the book “Crossing The Unknown Sea” by David Whyte

Experiencing altered and transcendent states of mind through the cultivation of self-awareness, breathing exercises, and other techniques is my calling in life. This has led me to increased awareness moment to moment, where my focus is placed upon compassion, freedom, bliss, peace, and the drive to perform ecstatic poems for anyone willing to lend me their ears and heart for a tick. I am generally a pretty happy individual, which manifests as gratitude for the simple things; walks in the evening time, a nice piece of succulent fruit, laying in the dark with headphones on listening to Pink Floyd, a smile from a friend, a kiss from a stranger.

I spent the past year http://www.couchsurfing.org/ all around America, visiting places of natural beauty while performing at open mics and poetry slams whenever in a big city. What an incredible year of self discovery and personal development; I am so grateful to have had the experience.

My favorite spots along the trek:
1.) Big Sur, CA
2.) Ashland, OR
3.) Boulder, CO
4.) Seattle, WA
5.) New Orleans, LA

I also had the amazing opportunity to spend a couple of weeks in New York City over Christmas and New Years, interacting  with my favorite artist Alex Grey and his community, the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors. Performing for such an awakened and loving gathering was the highlight of my travels. Check out Alex's mastery here:  

http://www.alexgrey.com/

Speaking of links, I recently began keeping a blog, which you can check out here:

http://evolutionaryartist.blogspot.com/

And now,  poetry!

Give It Up For The Little Guy by Jason Turner

Fire Hydrant!

Red and oily like a lip stick container,

Covered in Rover's love

And bereft of any other,

You rest on the corner day and night,

Full of anticipation

And anxious to save a life.

Crowned with dignity and bird droppings

You sense the danger of the dry air,

The drained batteries of the smoke detector,

The uninitiated cigarette smoker.

When the smoke strikes ten

You'll be there with your gushing gallop,

Facilitating free flowing fountains of flushing passion

And suspending sumptuous sizzles with splish-splashes .

I, for one, admire and adore you

Dear Fire Hydrant,

The grizzly little guy with guts of steel.

Homeowner connoisseur,

Pajama aficionado,

And one and only Saviour of the Sidewalk.

Prostration by Jason Turner

I see the Eternal lighting your eyes

And I want to place my forehead on the ground before you

In an act of prostration.

Then I remember that the blood that flows through your veins

Flows in mine, and I become confused;

How can one bow to them-self?

All that remains is a sense of wonder,

And I bow anyway.

Born To Dream And Die by Jason Turner

You know the funny thing about fire breathing

A testamant of oneself

Is the magnification of immediate sound-bites

That manifests in the belly of my mouth,

Crashing like cursive on the wings of my dreams.

I'm just purely entertaining myself anyway

Because my laugh is the source of redemption.

Who knows where the symptoms are flu shot?

Well, if you ask the tarot man where he got his cards at

After that, maybe you can systemize to realize the Truth of everything,

Watch the Real manifest as your language

Then speak what you believe.

Because I've already got the hypnotic rocks,

The soaring toot-toot caressing life's beautiful dred-locks.

She's alive with breathing skies and fallen stars,

Ripe with apple butter and comatose sinners.

When it comes to your dreams

Cut loose of everything.

Work some magic from the prophetic wisdom that is your mind

And celebrate as equal the longings of your heart.

Sing and shout and praise in wonder for your sisters and brothers.

Magnetize and pray to the religion of your budding wings

Then soar through roofs so close to exploding that Lucifer sings the blues.

Enough of this wordiness,

Just look at me to see what it means to be real.

Free from the judgmental corporate spiel

That would have me believe I 'm not happy or complete

Because I'm not Barrack Obama,

Black-tied and silver shoed

In the garden of political drama.

All I'm trying to say is breathe what you believe.

Cast those leering shadows aside and explode into your deepest fantasies.

Walk with courage and force into the marriage of heaven and hell

Because the last regal king standing is the one who sets sail.

For what destination in the air?

With how many compatriots of love and dedication?

In how many surreal dimensions of timeless understanding?

To be honest, I don't know.

But there will be a kaleidoscope of mass intangibility

As swirling shapes register what it means to be colored,

Vibrant lights living on sound bites and meals of each other.

Death is the virgin birth we've all been waiting for

And life is the single event of dreams blesses us wet.

Is it raining yet?

See for yourself in the aftermath of my afterglow

Where wizards and witches gather in kitchens

To watch their kids grow.

It's all just opposite sides of the same damn rainbow.

Now where my spirits at?

Because the love of sound advice just doesn't translate well

Into the silent perfection that dwells on the inside.

Taste that Endless Sea my friends,

Taste it and dream with all of your might,

So when it it comes time to leave this shattered and fractured Garden behind

You'll know what language we speak on the other side.

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