Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

I pop out of the forest on to the trailhead

There is a Christian youth group in the parking area handing out food and drinks

They look like sheep who have been sent out to

feed the vagrants on the trail

A cute girl the size of a poodle asks me if I have Jesus in my life

I tell her I've got a beer can in my backpack that I'm quite content with

As I try to eat the food and drink that I am graciously given this little mountain girl bitches me out, you don't get nothin for free in life

She calls me an uncouth barbarian and in need of Christianity, and I smell bad

Well I guess you could be a good Christian woman and give a sponge bath

For five days I talk to no one, and within five seconds of so called civilization I'm verbally sparring with this Christian mountain girl

She confides in me she is looking for a man for marriage

I eat my food, say my thank yous, and get out of her clutches

North Carolina women play their religion kinda hard

I walk into the civilization of trees quite happily

And then as I'm walking the trail I start thinking she is going to be on the other side of this trail in five days

Oh my god she is

Two months later I get a phone call, she hasn't forgotten me.

Poem from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

  

Poetry from the book [The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

With a temperature of 105 I lay in the snowbank burning with a fever

My body temperature is so high that I burn a ring in the snow

A fever of delirium that brings me crawling outside

I've been in bed coughing for three days trying to break this fever

I call two friends who I work with at a construction site

They arrive and get me in the car and we roll

Then we stop in front of a house

These two knuckle heads rob the home owner of  his tv set and game console at gun point

I am watching this with my head against the window sinking further into my fever

Shots are fired by the black guy who owns the home

We speed off but I've been hit with a bullet to the stomach

They lay me in the parking lot of the hospital and peel out leaving a heavy odor in the air

They ask me how I would like to pay for this

I give them my insurance card

They give me that laughing gas and I float above the operation room like a Chagall

They don't have a room for me, so they roll me out into the hall

The next few days they roll me everywhere except for a room

I finally end up near the morgue, which gave me little faith

Doctors can only do so much, it's up to the body to heal itself

The light buzzes on and off down here and the walls are moist

These creepy shadow people walk around me and several dive into my face

A bright light appears and a little girl vanquishes the shadow people

She holds my hand and tells me I'm going to make it

Her hand chills me and I start to chatter

She shows me how she was murdered

She shows me a license plate, a home, the face of the perp, the killing ground, and the faces of the other kids he has killed and wiped from the earth

I agree to help her kill this asshole

She whispers in my ear further information

I get better and walk out of this hospital that has catholic emblems everywhere

I kick the creeps door in, and hit him with a crowbar

I take him to the killing ground and sit him in a plastic chair I scavenged from the dump

I stuff peanuts up his nose ,and scoop a whole jar of Peter Pan peanut butter into his mouth

He suffers and suffocates just like the children he murdered.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

  
 

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

The art museums aren't there for the living artist

They are there to pick up the dead carcass and parade it around the room.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

    The conservative Christian may pray to God

        But what he really worships is money.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book [Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                     Technology may change
                                      But
  The human race shows no intellectual progress
                        People stay the same
 A cave man with a computer and an assault rifle
                            (The Rat Race)

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Untitled Abstract by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                          Untitled Abstract
              By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Island No. 8 Mississippi River by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                Island No.8 Mississippi River
This is an island I stayed on for the day, just South of the Ohio River. I walked around in my bare feet and my boonie hat like Robinson Crusoe.

                         By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Deer Feeding on Hurricane Ridge By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

            Deer Feeding on Hurricane Ridge
                    Olympic National Park
This photo is from a backpacking trip. We hiked up a high ridge that was filled with snow. We didn't realize till we turned around that we had climbed up a very steep incline. We did little moon jumps coming back down through the snow.

                           By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Captiva Florida by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                           Captiva Florida
              By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                               Give me your
                                 Dirty Love

                    And we'll paint the world
                              With our Lust.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by artist Troy Richard Thomas

       I want to feel your beauty on my skin

  The rush of life, the lust of man and woman

      Watch every breath you take and guard,
  and protect you from the worlds corruption

      I want to spend every night with you

We walk barefoot in the moonlight on wet grass and are careful not to spill our martinis.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas ***

                   My heart sinks to the depths
           I was never made for the human race
                             I am for nature
                         I am for loneliness
                                Wilderness.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Cardinal Nature Preserve Negative Sandwich by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

  Title: Cardinal Nature Preserve Negative San.
              By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

The Woddlands Negative Print by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

            Title: The Woodlands Negative Print
              By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Loess Hills Prairie by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                     Title: Loess Hills Prairie
This photo is from a backpacking trip, 16 days in the Loess Hills. My Mother picked me up in Pisgah Iowa, we stopped at an art store in Des Moines. The guy taking my money stood eight feet away, I hadn't had a bath in sixteen days. My Mother drove with the windows open.

           By Artist Troy Richard Thomas
    

Sarah Jennings Minneapolis Negative Print By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

    Sarah Jennings Minneapolis Negative Print
            By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Discarded Boiler By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                      Title: Discarded Boiler
              By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Cowboy Butterflies By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

       Title: Cowboy Butterflies Negative Print
             By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Loess Hills By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

             Title: Loess Hills Western Iowa
             By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Fat Albert Negative Print By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

               Title: Fat Albert Negative Print
               By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Lyric from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                         I'm just a river man
                     Rollin down the stream

                        I'm just a river man
                    Rollin down the stream

                       I'm just a river man
                   Rollin down the stream

                    If you find me on land
                    I'm never what I seem

                     I'm just a river man
                  Rollin down the stream

                     I'm just a river man
                 Rollin down the stream

                    I'm just a river man
                Rollin down the stream

             With a paddle in my hands

                  The river is the only
                          Life for me.

Lyric from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Photogram By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                           Title: Photogram
              By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Pond in the Loess Hills by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Title: Pond in the Loess Hills    This photo is from a backpacking trip in the Loess Hills of Western Iowa. A chain of wind swept hills that rise 200 feet above the Missouri River Floodplain. I spent 16 days backpacking at Sylvan Runkle Wilderness area and hiked south through a broken chain of wildlife areas and parks. I sat on top of the hills and watched the sunset in the valley every night.

By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Alley in Downtown Newton By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

            Alley in Downtown Newton Iowa
             By Artist Troy Richard Thomas
  

Title: Rose Negative Print by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Title: Rose Negative Print  I did black and white photography from 1982 to 1996. My father and I built a darkroom in the basement and I bought some used equipment from a teacher who taught at my high school.

Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

              For anything in life that you get

     The Devil always wants to make you dance.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                      The cage does not heal
                                It destroys

                    The cage does not teach
                               But punish.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

            Being a warrior is like be nothing
                There is no honor in killing
          But sometimes that's all you can do.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Cottage at Sanibel By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

            Title: Cottage at Sanibel oil on canvas

Oil Painting Bird Foot Tit Yellow Hand Heart By Artist Troy Richard Thomas

       Title: Bird Foot Tit Yellow Hand Heart
Oil painting, A style called conglomeration from the 1980s -Early 90s.

Poetry from the book {Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                                 One World
               ( Hatred Violence Chaos Murder Ugliness Poison)

               (Love Beauty Charity Happiness Peace Joy life)
                                Two Things

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry From the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                             You find wealth
                        But you find no peace
                                  The pearl.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

       Miners Beach at Picture Rocks National
            Lakeshore Munising Michigan                                                                                                                                                                                   

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

             Never trust an Artist that doesn't
                       Have paint on him.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Poetry from the book {Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                                 The Donald
                      The Archie Bunker bigot
                                 Loud Mouth
                       Small brained animal
                      Orangutan birth mother
      Was born in Madagascar, not a US citizen
                                KKK Facist
                 Retard, moron, idiot, jackass
                                     Racist
                                  Inheritor
                  Self esteem, self importance
            Born with a silver spoon up his ass
                                    Yacht
                             Country Club
                                    Clown
                                     Bully
                                     Loser
      Has got the money like Mitt, but no power
 Fat fuck from New Jersey stands behind smiling
                               Bankruptcy
                   I am going to build a wall
                  Make America great again
           Has no plans or way to get us there
      I am going to bomb the shit out of them
        Making the world an ugly place to live
                                  Simple
                                Simplistic
                                    Ego
                         Capitalist Vulture
                              The Trump.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas