The Kimble ViewPoint ... Yeah I said it

Yo! What's the deal? THIS is The Kimble Viewpoint and Me? I'm ya muthafuckin host D.K. Yep that's right I am coming back ... and strong too. I am currently in development, first show is being written, but while you fans of mine waited on that I wanted to give you a small taste of what is in store. SO here, without further blathering is the new intro sounds for the show. 2 minutes of pure awesome. You are forgiven for not understanding

Enjoy!

It's about to be on!

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Drunken Gypsy Writer's Throwdown Pt. 2

I warned you it was-a-cummin' and folks here it is!

The first Throwdown was Epic and I didn't think it could be topped but this month it has been. All of your favorite participants were in attendance and a few new faces were thrown into the mix for a gathering of differing but like minds, folks you miss and friends you love, birthday revelry, cream-sicle drinks and whiskey shots. Our producer the Rev. Laz turned 29 this week and his brother Crenshaw turns 20-something in only a few short days. In honor of them both we gathered, drank it up and threw the fuck down in the home of our always gracious hosts.

While many parties are thrown and had on this beloved property, this time it was reserved for the Drunken Gypsy Writers Throwdown. For those of you that don't know. The Drunken Gypsy Writers are a cadre of intellectual wanderers, literary revolutionaries, passionate pwon-ing pundits and devoted souls. As often as we are able we gather and challenge one another to present something spectacular, in twenty minutes, while wasted. The rules are simple. Get drunk, accept your prompt what ever it may be, and write for the cameras and one another. The final rule ... if it doesn't wind up in the video you can't share it. I will tell you this, at risk of being reprimanded, that some of our debauchery led to revelations and expansions of consciousness, friendships forged and fortified, bruised bottoms and borderline breakdowns, understandings reached and social walls breached. That's really why we gather folks. We gather for the comradeship. We gather for the inspiration. We gather for the  passion and the pleasure of each others company but in the end, one and all, we gather for the love.

Rev. Russ said it best, but he says it at the end of the video so I'll let you hear it from him. Watch and learn. Watch and be inspired. But most of all watch and be inspired to gather for the love.

My Prompt: Star Wars

We live in the Dark

We live on the Dark

From us rises pure power

Through us achieve greatness

Only if you have the

Desire ...

We live in the Light

we grow from the Light

From us rises pure understanding

Through us achieve greatness

only if you have the

Love ...

Balance

There must be balance in the force

Domination

There must be an overwhelming power over all men,

Over all races

Even if eliminating all culture

all freedom

all understanding be the cost

Our arms sweep the known universes into our overwhelming embrace ...

Our arms sweep the known universes into our overwhelming love

Join us

Follow us

We are the Sith

We are the Jedi

We are both the force

Two sides of the same face

Part and parcel of one another, at odds and at ends ...

We are the people

Pushed and pulled and goaded and threatened and FORCED

No matter what our choices,

Into choosing sides or being destroyed

Or occupied, or left with nothing but

WAR and DEATH and FEAR

Where is our release

Join us

Follow us

Those are the choices we are given

Join us or die

Follow us or die

The force doesn't care

Only we care, the multitude who suffer because of your war in the stars

Your Star Wars

The Drunken Gypsy Writers Throwdown Pt. 1

Okay this is a bit late but I have to go ahead and post his now because there is a part 2 coming soon. allow me if you will to give you a bit of back story.

I met these fine folks many years ago at a Vampire the Masquerade LARP group in Stephenville. As it turns out they have become some of the best friends I've ever had. Through many ups and downs they have always been there for me without fail. Recently some of us got together and formed the Drunken Gypsy Writers group. Thanks to Derick Davis and the Reverend Russel Davis the group has flourished and grown to include many of the best people we know. Insightful and passionate they have much wisdom to share. We decided that at least once a month we would all come together and throw down. The rules are simple. You drink and then you receive a prompt. 15 or 20 minutes later, depending on who is holding the clock, you are required to present a piece for us all. It is fun but it is also a labor of love. We all have thoughts and words and meaning trapped inside of us and this is designed to release that into the world for us all to contemplate. Everyone involved is talented, deep, passionate and often profound. Some of us are way too drunk but still capable. Not one of us are sober. Like Bukowski we relvel and descend and love and dig and sometimes hate you all but we do this for us, we do this for you. We do this for love and the love of life. Afterwards we geek-out, we DnD, we dance and sing and drum and sleep under the stars. We are the Drunken Gypsy Writers and this was our first Throwdown!

Scars

One of the first things we experienced together was the fantastic mauling of my dick. She had a birth control device that involved plugs and plastic wires, sharp little plastic wires. I had a demonic desire that would not be denied. I swallowed her, as I do, voluntarily thrusting home again and again, for days and weeks on end. The little wire, conveniently placed for easy extraction is not designed with the well endowed man in mind. And here I was hard as the Rock of Gibraltar and straddling, willing woman beneath; me, riding on that herbal cloud, I paid little attention to the inconsequential pain of a small prick. That rutting mauled my dick and left scars. But I love them.

I have learned to live with them and I know how they behave. Today I noticed that … those scars are healing. I can tell because the itch is deep. It’s fresh skin under there; it’s the scabs finally peeling off. I see this as I doctor my wounds and I realize two things at once. I acquired these wounds over three years ago and they have never healed, not like they should. And that I loved her even then. I loved her while with every thrust I voluntarily mauled my dick further. But now, I see improvement. I am sure they will leave deep scars that will itch forever but they are healing and so am I.

That relationship was … Hard and FAST, it was Deep and VAST. It was not meant to become volatile though. It wasn’t supposed to turn out like it did. I promise you that my friends I had no intention of creating the scars I created. Those scars are like the relationship deep and vast and though they may heal I am sure that they will itch forever and I hope that she’s healing.

One of the first things we experienced together was the mauling of my dick but one of the last was the mauling of our relationship. I know neither was intended and I know that the creation of one set of scars was more pleasurable than the other and I do truly hope that we are healing. And though we’ll always have and remember those scars, I hope they are the good kind, the ones that remind us why we were in love once.

I Am the Dragon King

I am well aware that in some places around the web, people see my screen name and wonder what the hell it means. I have been accused of being self-centered, conceited, and arrogant. I've been called cocky, vainglorious, and overweening. Most of this is just because of my screen name. Funny though, nothing of the sort happens with davinkwriter.

Well, let me assure you that while I may be many or all of those things none of them have anything to do with my screen name. I am here, the great guy that I am, to help you better understand the name in front of the man.

We can start simply enough. My name's initials are D.K. I have always carried that with me as far back as I can remember. In my circles, I was always D.K. before I was anything else. Further than that I have always loved Dragons. I love the mythology of dragons. I love the longevity of the myth, I love the pervasive depth of its hold on our psyche. I have always, like the D.K. moniker, carried dragons with me.

Forward through time and following a dozen Hip-Hop nicknames, some as fascinating as Ricochet 'The Bounce Back New Jack", I was again simply reduced to my name, D.K. I carried that with me and in my spiritual search, a search all too common when life is so uncertain, I rediscovered my dragons. I learned the depth and breadth of the legends and I associated myself with them. Turning back to the music I loved so much I spoke about a hustla riding solo taking on the world. My music and my dreads earned me a new nickname, one only relevant inside.

Screwface they called me, named after a Dark Man in a movie called "Marked For Death". I embraced it and created a catchy title, "Screwface the Dragon King." He was many things I am and he was many things I'm not. I became him for some time. Maybe it was a defense mechanism, maybe it was an escape. for a long while we, Screwface and I, were one and the same. We lived each other's lives. I don't know when Screwface fell away, but the Dragon King remains.

I wrote an album called Zen and the Ways. Originally it was supposed to be called "Rise of the Dragon King". I never quite got the Dragon King song done so I had to shuffle that idea to my sophomore effort. I did eventually finish the song. You can listen to it on my old ass music page.

In the end, It's a name I carry like all of the others I've carried. It's one I love and it says a great deal about me. I have been the Dragon King for so long now other people know me by it. So, excuse me if I use a name that means something to my life instead of MasterDomGiantDick1975. I am, always have been, and always will be The Dragon King. 

Life ... Love ... Bullshit

Life ...

It is what it is isn't it? We are supposed to have it all figured out by now but I know people twice my age, twice as successful, twice as smart who don't know the first thing about what I know. We are supposed to have a handle on this thing. Our relationships are supposed to be deep and fulfilling and for the most part the relationships in my life are, until they fall in love with me and then that is the beginning of a long road to heart break. Life is simply one tick, one tick, one tick and we can only live it one moment at a time. There are things I've never intended but they exist because in that moment I dodged instead of ducking or I walked instead of running, or a stayed when I knew I should have left. I know that none of us live alone in this life, we live together. I know that my actions have far reaching effects and i accept that and I live my life accordingly.

Love ...

This is the tough one isn't it? Love. I remember a time in my life when i simply didn't believe in it. I had no reason to believe in it. There wasn't a single moment in my life that taught me that I should. Everybody wanted something from you, first and foremost for me to be what they thought I should be; or worse what they thought they should be able to make me. Some construct, a golem made in their image of perfect. But I am already a perfect construct made in my image. I know what I am and what I want to be. No one can love me like me. No one can stand where I stand. This is not to say that I haven't learned a thing or two about love. I love my daughter more than I ever thought I could love anything. I loved and love my ex-wife. I loved "she who will not be named". Love brings pain, and disappointment.

Bullshit ...

You know what's bullshit? Let's bullet point shall we?

• Starting a relationship one way only to decide to dance to a different tune when it suits you
• Talking private business to your cronies
• Allowing said cronies to bash the one you claim to love
• Wasting my life that's bullshit
• Changing the rules mid-game without consulting the other players
• Never noticing
• Being so caught up in your own misery that you refuse to live or love
• Low balling or reneging
• Thinking I m going to be anything other than I am ... that is total bullshit

I could go on but I think you get the gist. Live and love but know that there is a huge chance it will be a huge pile of bullshit.

Empty and Futile Words

Words. I am surrounded by them every second of every day of my life. I read them, I write them, I play games using them. I enjoy studying words, and practicing the best ways to use them. My in boxes are  littered with Word of the Day emails and one of the highlights of any day is reading those emails. I like to think that, while no means a master of words, word play and word usage, I am well on my way to becoming a great crafter and weaver of the words we use. So I wonder, why are my words so often unheeded?

This question has been on my mind as of late. I don't have any answers yet. I don't have a clue why some people hear me and heed my words, though I believe they are too few, and others ignore my words, or simply scoff at me with disdain as if I have no idea what I'm saying. I know what I'm saying. I rarely if ever say anything without knowing what I am saying. A hard lesson I learned the hard way.

"Watch your words young man," I tell myself, "because they are like bullets, once they are gone, you cannot take them back. Words kill just as sure, just as true."

I said something once  that I regret saying more than anything I've said before or since. I threw a curse. I threw it with such force and elegance that it's been ringing around in my head ever since, it rings there even now. I regretted it the moment I said it and I regret it now. I wanted to take it back that second, but I couldn't then and I can't now and I know that because I know what I'm saying when I speak because I know the words. I know them well

Futile, useless and empty words. They seem to work best when used to sting, confuse and manipulate. People understand the words we use to hate because they strike us not only in the flesh but in the heart and soul with immediacy like the strike of a samurai's sword. Words of love and caring take longer to penetrate our hardened lives. They caress us and make us feel vulnerable so we trust them less. I love you, we question. Fuck you, now that we understand.

Some will say that I use to many words. They will say that I am effusive for no reason than for the love of hearing the words, writing the words reading the words back to myself. I listen to and read the great words I've written over the years and, while I can see clearly now the technical mistakes, the words themselves, the sentences and the power of my thought on paper thrills me. I recite my poems, and songs, I read my work aloud and memorize passages, I craft dialogue in the shower and I write responses to stupidity that I never send. I revel in the private elegance of my own heightened sense of self. But I know what I'm saying and my words should be heeded more often than they are.

It's an option. I would choose it.