Next Podcast for KDOI

In just a few hours, well less than 24, episode 2 will be unleashed upon the world, I am truly excited about this interview and hope you can all tune in and be inspired. Create More Than You Consume. You can always tune in here at Kimo’s Den of Iniquity WordPress or link up with us on iTunes, Stitcher, Spreaker, Google Play, or wher eyou can grab it first once it is  release at 0700 EST my Libsyn site. Drop me a line let me know what you think and if you would like to be interviewed email me at KDOIPODCASTING@gmail.com I’d be happy to talk with you and get you on the show. Right now we are slated for 10 episodes running every other week and I am up to episode 8 for recordings. Enjoy folks.

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Timothy Kimo Brien

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Episode 1 Season 1 interview with Timothy Kimo Brien

Welcome to Kimo’s Den of Iniquity Podcast Episode 1 where we create more than we consume. This is the first episode and the first season where we interview artists both full time and part time as well as folks who don’t consider themselves artists but have a creative bent to them. We want to remove the mystery that covers the world of art and encourage our listeners to try making art in whatever form they see fit. Email us at kdoipodcasting@gmail.co for comments and to be interviewed. Yes we ant you on this show.

In this episode we talk with Timothy Kimo Brien who currently has 4 books of self published poetry. They are split between Lulu.com and Amazon.com

Throwing Myself at the Ground and Missing“, “Postcards From Someone You Someone You Don’t Know“, “Wisdom From The Sack“, and “Shaving Crop Circles In My Chest Hair“. Also Tim can be found at his redbubble site for painting. and at his SoundCloud site. Art is for everyone.

We are laying out the foundation for the season to come. We learn about his first foray into poetry, music and podcasting. we also learn about his views on how art is created. Tim goes through the Satanic 7 questions and scores a 3 out of 7 on the questionnaire that he wrote.

WOTD uniform

Uniform

In 1994 I closed the door on a career that allowed me to see the world, both the greatest and worst of humanity

2000 saw me put on robes for my first degree, actually I skipped out that day to pack and find my next home for 3 years

I donned my I’ll fitting blue suit when we laid my mother to rest. Broke ass college student and at that time a failure in most people’s eyes.

My 2nd Chance to walk through graduation saw me in the same blue suit. This time pointing to the sky ensuring she saw my success

A new suit, actually 3, after I had a run if success and a marriage found me in yet another uniform 

Hospital scrubs, hat and footies is was my clothes 3 years ago as I brought into the world my greatest accomplishment ever and the greatest I can hope to attain

WOTD brassy

Brassy

It was a day we should have wanted to remember

My back had gone out 3 weeks prior and I was in 3 pain meds and a bottle of wine

She was battling the demons in that flask

We both thought we knew each other, we had no clue

I was suffering from liquid and pill courage and rage I did

She was an introvert thrust into the spotlight

We both had our abusers in the audience we shouldn’t have survived

It’s been almost 4 years 2 newborns 8 surgeries a 3 week layoff and buying our first house 2 cats adopted one is missing an eye, list a child custody case, we shouldn’t be alive

And yet here we are, a little quieter a little calmer, slowly spaying demons day by day, slowly getting to know each other

This is what two brassy people in love look like to us we don’t back down we don’t give up

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Trace

My fingers roll over the words printed in ink so many years ago

Never in cursive since I’ve always failed at penmanship, should have been a doctor

These days my thumb grows callosed since now we type with one finger

I prefer the roughness of paper and pencil

When I read aloud, my fingers follow the words like they did when I first learned to read, now I trace the words for my daughters, but really it’s the only way I can focus

I want to gently tug at the letters untill they are free from the page and see what pictures they would make if allowed to flow freely

I’m still puzzled at how we decided these shapes of lines and portions of circles define our very existence, we put the value of life and death in them, would we be better off being illiterate

WOTD buff

Buff

The most important job in boot camp besides latrine queen is floor God

Yes the latrine is the first room a petulant drill Sargent wants to rip apart

But just ponder this, how can the drill Sargent get to the latrine, or anywhere for that matter, he or she must walk

The military is obsessed with shiny things, but what is the shiniest, a freshly and properly buffed floor

Yes go ahead look down you know I’m right

There is nothing like seeing your reflection gazing back at you with ponderous intent than your own reflection

There is nothing as temporary and fleeting as that same floor blemish free for mere moments before a misplaced geel beat smashes down, indicating domination, respect, intimidation

I can still hear the heel taps my drill Sargent wore that announced the end of peace and contemplation

It caused panic and disloyalty amongst fellow prisoners if their own volition

There is nothing as satisfying as standing just outside of the barracks or a long hall, inhailing neverdull and floor striper with just a hint if bowling alley was that you bartered for with a pack of smokes or some Thunderbird and knowing you have reached perfection, when you Bellow socks only muther fuckers and the drill Sargent takes a tumble on his ass sliding halfway down the bay

I don’t even hear the first seventy-fuve minutes of the six hour ass reaming I’m about to receive, and neither does my crew standing like a true band of brothers, quietly admiring our work, quiet professionals who soon will separate and never attain this level of accomplishment. We are the floor gods, you are only allowed in our world when we say and after we have mentally masturbated ourselves for a task completed

Even the drill Sargent pulls us aside to quietly tell ya how impressed he is, only to cut that feeling off as it leaves his mouth. For a nano second we are his equals, nay, his betters

Look at that buffed floor and know that people who you are not worthy to associate with gave prepared the way 

WOTD survive

Survive

80 mph, back wheel lifts up

I’m flying faster than the bike

I’m landing on my hands

These hands that make magic on a keyboard

Make music on a tuba or bass guitar

Make women moan like never before

I land and roll to a stop on the ashpalt

My leathers are scratched, my jeans torn, helmet still on scraped and cracked

I’m alive, in pain, but alive
A year later I’m in the horn of Africa

Dodging ak fire from starving tribes

Cursing out my commander since we aren’t authorized side arms

Dodging the locals who cough up their TB and malaria

Trying not to be the next international incident
It’s late, 4 lane highway 3 hours of overtime just completed

I’ve decided to break it off with my girlfriend and kick her out

I’m too close behind the car in front as it swerves hard into the left lane

T-boned into a truck that a few minutes before crashed into another car

Off duty cop, drunk, his buddies show up and threaten me

I ask for a breathilizer for both, they decline as the paramedics arrive

I’m asked 30 times if I’m alright and I just want a smoke so they let me

As I stand there in the dark lights flashing someone puts a hand on my back and that’s when I collapsed

I’m in the ambulance I’m at the ER

My girl shows up in tears and I forgot to kick her out for 2 years
It’s labor day weeken

I’m moving from Chicago to Virginia

I’m driving solo 15 hours each way

I’m on my 3rd trip

I’ve thrown out my back and I 2 weeks I’m to be wed
I have succeeded to the chagrin of those​ family members who molested me

WOTD collaboration

Collaboration


A dance that is truly about feeling

Delicate and treacherous

Wants and desires and aspirations dictate who leads and who dips

Once complete it is never exactly how it was envisioned

Is it as satisfying for each participant

When the audience witnesses the final project do they normally care

It’s like the dreaded group projects in school when you knew you would be the driving force

And can you fault someone who is trying to do their own work and doesn’t have the dedication or drive 

WOTD hospitality

Hospitality

From homless couch surfer to 5 bedroom house in 8 years

A home us not a home unless you can share

We teach that to our children, we relearn it every day

Our fortune is only as great as how we can spread it to out neighbors and friends

We sleep with the doors unlocked

And it is the sweetest slumber

We sleep knowing that those beside us enjoy the sounds if laughter and awe

Come in enjoy and leave to pass it along

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Final

Every year, the crying gets a little less

I can watch the commercials and not lose it

Watching my wife and my children grow

The feelings are not as dark or gloomy

Making better memories for them

In the rush to get the best gift

Reservations at her favorite restaurant

Fighting the crowds

Grousing at the same

We will stay home and remind her every day how much we appreciate the late ve she shows in many ways

It’s too late to tell my mother to her face

But I can always call out to the universe and know she will hear

One day my girls will be the ones keeping traditions that we create today