The Thief Part 1 and 2

I’m the thief on the run.
Wanted posters trail my steps.
In this house I make my way,
To find it empty.

They knew I was coming.

It’s time to face the law.
If it’s a fight they want,
Then that’s what they will get from me.
Thunder shouts from my hand.
They return the favor.

One last stand,
I raise my hand.

I’m hit by the law.

So this is what it feels like to lose everything.
At least I won’t have anything.
I feel the warmth leave,
As the life pours out of me.

Maybe you can join the free.

To put your gun to my head,
Means I get a good look at your face,
And you see mine.
You see the fear missing from my eyes.
You seem so surprised.

Death is the next step in life.






The Thief Part 1 and Part 2
Coming Soon on the full length album by my band Systems.

"Grub" Promo

Grub from Michael Rowley on Vimeo.

"Grub"

This is a video I shot and edited for Sanctuary, a church in Tulsa, OK.
Creatively, this video took me longer than most I've done, but I am glad I spent the time on it.

"Goetz"

A new piece I recently finished entitled: "Goetz"
Sharpie and India Ink on Canvas


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernhard_Goetz

Systems Shirt Ideas-Whatchu Think?

Four shirt ideas for my band Systems, click on the picture to see them larger. Feel free to leave feedback on my facebook or somewhere else you choose to leave feedback.





Check out the band at: www.myspace.com/systemssound and keep checking up, we will have new music up towards the end of August.

Sonya, We Need You

Whatever happened to the Pet Psychic? You know the one I am talking about, the Pet Psychic that debuted her abilities a few years ago on Animal Planet or Discovery Channel or some other network that was struggling for interesting programming (maybe it was A&E). Whether you remember her or not most likely does not affect your life in any way whatsoever, but the more interesting thought resides in the question of whose lives did she affect, and how are they now? How is Fluffy doing after she was finally able to communicate her frustrations to her loving owner via the powers of the Pet Psychic? Or, how is Skipper the pony (No, I did not go back and research the names of the animals that were in the episodes.) who just wanted his mane to be brushed more? Is he getting that relaxing rub that he desired so desperately? In the spirit of hope for the betterment of humanity/nature, I hope that Fluffy’s and Skipper’s owners followed through with their pets’ desires and relieved them of their past frustrations.

A bigger question, however, is where the hell is the Pet Psychic now? Her show was cancelled, contrary to everyone’s expectations for tremendous success, and now we have no idea where she could be. What about all of our pet’s issues? Surely she must have an emergency clinic in Buffalo, New York where you can bring your pets to find out what is really going on with their strange urination patterns. Maybe she is trying to revitalize her television career, auditioning for shows like The Real World, Jersey Shore, or Extreme Home Makeover. I feel like Ty and the gang might need the help of a pet psychic so that before they decide on whether the family deserves a new house or not, they could send her to scope out the neighborhood to find the alley-cats and hear the truth about the family.

It just seems sad to me that such a metaphysical and supernatural gifting that the Pet Psychic possesses could be going to such a tragic waste. Forget people like Morgan Freeman to be your narrator for the newest and most elaborate nature film, let’s get someone who can tell me what the dolphin thinks about how his blow-hole looks on camera rather than how he uses it.

Video for Sanctuary Initiative

Backpacks for Kids-Sanctuary Initiative from Michael Rowley on Vimeo.

A Video I did for Sanctuary, a church in Tulsa, Ok.

The Cloud

The cloud

To the scientist, something to be calculated
To the farmer, a premonition of life
To the artist, the canvas for the sun to paint on
To the child, the artist painting
To the shivering, a curse
To the perspiring, a blessing
To those under a clear sky, non-existent
To the defiant, something to jump through
To the meteorologist, a money-maker
To the blood-thirsty, a veil to drop bombs through
To the pre-occupied, irrelevant
To the worn, a reminder

In the end, it is the cloud.