Original photographer, title,location and year photograph was taken
are unknown. Enhanced B/W photograph by L.A.Steel.
Estimated year photograph was taken is 1860-1880.
Apr 04 2014
Indian Chief, c. 1860-1880, B/W Photograph Collection
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7762
[adsense]
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7714
[adsense]
Apr 03 2014
Chemtrails Over Salisbury, Photo Series 1-7 , 2009
“Art mirrors life, chemtrails mirror death.”
L.A.Steel
These photographs were taken in late September, 2009 one hour after the skies over Salisbury,Connecticut were saturated with chemtrails by military planes. Within an hour’s time a beautiful blue fall sky was turned into a turbulent screen of gray and white clouds. Chemtrails are a bio weapon in the U.S arsenal.
Chemtrails are commonly a mixture of Aluminum oxide particles and Barium salt. This creates a sunscreen of aluminum radiated particles, that fall to earth and contaminate our water supply and food supply as well as it is injested by the air we breath. Aluminum is a major factor in Alzheimer’s disease and auto immune diseases.
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7699
[adsense]
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7679
Apr 02 2014
L.A.Steel Radio Talk Show 4/1/14 Special Guest Reporter Greg Palast
Listen To News Internet Radio Stations with L A STEEL SHOW on BlogTalkRadio
Tonight’s special guest is world renowned investigative reporter
Greg Palast. We discuss with Greg his latest documentary”Vultures and Vote Rustlers” and other investigations he has conducted. For more info on his investigations go to GregPalast.com
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7670
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7661
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7651
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7644
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7538
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7532
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7529
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7336
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7333
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7329
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7324
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7321
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7304
Mar 25 2014
Expecting Something
A writer and artist always expect something will inspire him.
Sometimes it is the small things that interest me and sometimes it’s major issues, but most times it is a fleeting thought I capture a part of, that will set my imagination on fire. I imagine a color and shape and size and image and sound and feel and wonder what it would say if it could speak, or where it would go if it could walk or run or fly.
Expecting something to come from nothing, or to come from something other than what I was expecting is always the puzzle I am presented when I seek inspiration. I often fly into fantasies and look for mind paintings or whispering words of rhymes and rhythms, that
paint themselves upon paper or screen or view finder. Somethings happen that are totally unexpected and become the answer to the question of what will inspire me today, or this minute. Something is
always available except we may not be opened to expecting it. I expect everything, nothing and something. By doing this whatever I plan or whatever happens might inspire me.
L.A.Steel
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7299
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7281
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7275
Mar 23 2014
The Hallucination
The holographic effect of words rhyming with visions seems to throw a shadow over the concept of clear precise meaning. Imagine a deep dark cavern of stalactites and bats clinging to the ceiling, then imagine the lost voyager that last came through the cave and what happened to him. I was he and now found my way into today, where the strange light of day shining through the entryway glazes over my eyes to create the soft,glowing, glistening, gossamer of true vision. Here in the archives of hidden meanings grow the secret stems of hallucinations and the undergrowth of civilizations.
Banquet halls of kings and paupers sitting together in Shakespearean plays, lost actions of knightly heroes lost in biblical swamps of tears. Hell bent on genocide of Indians and anyone else who multiply faster than white men. Hey, but I’m white and I don’t kill Indians. What am I in your vision? One of the good guys, like The Lone Ranger or Rin Tin Tin. Here it comes again, imagine like John Lennon what could be and could have been. But he was killed at 40. I wonder if he saw it coming.
Let’s dance to the chromosomal syncopation of the rhythmic chant with blistered feet walking over hot coals, listening to the spirits of possessed sham men running through the forest crying the names of the dead who summons them. “Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio heaven holds a place for those who pray,hey,hey,hey.” They throw their heads back and forth into a frenzy of elation and inspired, smoke filled ecstasy. “Hey,Hey,My,My, Rock and Roll will never die. It’s
better to burnout than fade away, My My Hey Hey.”
Words were never said better than those, but in the mountains of acid rock and sonic chemtrail skies, only the sounds of flatulence survives. There the honest,clean and organically grown die. “In the midnight hour we all cry,cry,cry” Hey listen to him as he’s running ragged through the field of burning sage, cleansing his soul in a fit of rage. Here in the humble room of cluttered dreams and clear vision are the wasted words of wanton desire captured in sentences.
Oh, ancient pipe of vision quests reject the spirit guides of
homicide and patricide and matricide and fratricide, left swimming in the memories of hate and pain and anguish, as love died years ago and the mad man remained. I welcome my dead friends to speak to again in the matrix of mind bending hallucinations and patterns on the walls of a room, filled with mementos and memories and books and papers and pictures and letters and phones and file cabinets full of things to keep and forget.
Off with the opening minds and dilapidated thoughts swept away by time. Good bye long dead, who redeemed his soul in increments of love,pain and sorrow and now lives as an artist and poet in a vision of happiness and fulfillment.
L.A.Steel
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7272
Mar 21 2014
L.A.Steel Radio Show 3/11/14 / Special guest Kathrine Albrecht
Current News Podcasts at Blog Talk Radio with L A STEEL SHOW on BlogTalkRadio
Tonight’s special guest Kathrine Albrecht is the co founder of a new
anonymous email system called Startmail at Startmail.com. She speaks about internet privacy and RFID.
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7270
Mar 20 2014
Calamus Spring
In the wild and worn world
of old poets and poems
few are born with inspiration,
yet none can live without it.
The hallucinogenics of modern users
and the holographic lives they live forget
Calamus burns with the light of poetry
within the realm of dreams.
Oh beautiful for days gone by for
everyone who reads these words.
Lost in a dream of Antigone’s screams
I am the forth head of Cerberus.
A sea creature from Odysseus’s nightmare
and a sacrificial pawn in recent world
war diplomacy.
Hallelujah in a horizontal skeleton
laying down in a field of poppies
in some Afghan mountain field of falling
bullets and madmen bombing themselves on
opium highs for heroine cartels.
Calamus crazy is better than all else
in the realm of dream and dope filled hazes.
Whitman new his way through the words of
wall flowers and working stiffs,or politicians
gasping rhetoric. He wouldn’t be fooled by
an actress in a Toyota commercial, smiling at him
after paying a billion dollar fine, mocked by a Mardi Gras
grinning mask in a car dealer’s show room.
Oh America, America go shed your light somewhere,
and do thy good with brotherhood from dream to
shining dream. I see alabaster chemtrailed skies
turning into a silver screen. Today is official Spring.
Hello mother nature it’s been a while
since I’ve seen you in anything but winter white.
Restrain yourself from rain and wind, tornados,
now or hurricanes for this first day of Spring.
Create another holographic reality of days of sun
and warmth and cloudless skies.
Hurray for the arrival of Spring
and the returning hero and heroine
assaulted by the crowds of starving salesmen
and homeless veterans warning them
the suicide rate is increasing.
Hey it’s the first day of Spring.
Everyone should feel happy and Gay for
the outing of all who need to be outed
in parades and stores and gas stations
and crossways and cross walks and on television.
It’s Spring so let us all sing,
Where have all the flowers gone?
Or where are the great So.African runner’s
left and right legs
and model girl friend
he shot to death,
or Mick Jagger’s 6ft 7inch suicidal
fashion designer girl friend
not paying him back his
multi million dollar loan.
It’s Spring and the world is wondering
about the 777 disappearing
or diving into the Indian Ocean.
We can not forget Russian President
Mr. Putin and John Kerry’s frightening
warning to him,that if he doesn’t stop
occupying the Ukraine John Kerry and Barack Obama
will put him over their knees and
spank him.
So Mr. Whitman I see your point, I see your wit,
I see the effect of Calamus. I understand the
strange unbelievable world of chaos and fools.
I prefer to sit back and enjoy this first day of Spring
as the temperature rises to 50 degrees and maybe the
sun will shine through the chemtrailed skies, and some green
comes through the brown ground,and maybe a robin will sing.
I hear one now calling to it’s mate
a cheerful yet shrill sound of warning
uncertain of Spring’s return and fearful of
winter’s leering grin. But today is Spring
and must be celebrated, so here I am ready for
a party, ready to sing a song of Spring, ready
to join with the robins’ song and praise the
the first day of Spring, and warmth and sun.
L.A. Steel
Published at 12:37PM E.S.T. exactly the start of Spring.
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7257
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7230
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7222
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7217
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7214
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7210
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7206
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7200
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7194
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7190
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7295
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7180
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7171
Mar 06 2014
The L.A.Steel Talk Show 3/4/14 Health and Environmental Reports
Online News Radio at Blog Talk Radio with L A STEEL SHOW on BlogTalkRadio
Tonight’s show we report on a new computer virus that is attacking home routers around the world. Also we have an extensive report on buying food on a limited budget, and how most low budget foods are loaded with GMOs and dangerous artificial ingredients. What to do to stretch your grocery dollars and to get better food.
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7159
Mar 05 2014
A Shadow’s Poem
I am shadow.
I am dark wonder,
a form without substance,
darkness without depth.
I am shadow,
a half person with voice
without body,
without light.
I am free
to feel and hear,
and to exist
without identity.
I am the ruler of darkness.
Light exposes all.
I exist in darkness.
I am shadow.
I am nameless.
I am the first and last.
I am the serene and sullen statue
at the gate of death.
I am the sentry of conscience,
the dark warrior of defense.
I am indifferent to pain.
I am indifferent to fear.
I am blind,
yet all sensing.
I exist in darkness.
I cannot see the sun.
I am an illusion
of sadness and despair.
I am alone always,
though I am part of everyone.
I am solitary.
I am alive.
I am spirit.
I am a reflection of life.
I am nightmare.
I am here.
I dwell in oblivion.
I rest in fear.
I am the deepest darkness.
I am the outline of everyone.
I am their subconscious,
and darkest vision.
I walk in darkness
merging with night.
I am seen against buildings and walls
illuminated by lamp light.
I am shadow,
the evolving human,
the great cave beast,
the Neanderthal and Cromagnon.
Before love was need,
before compassion was greed,
before death became ceremony
there was only me.
I am the Lord of Night
the ancient man,
the stalker,hunter, gatherer,
the inventor of fire.
I am Shadow,
long and lean,
short and stout,
tall and round.
I am the illusion of thought
melting into memories,
bitter and sweet,
creating a fleeting history.
I am the illusive dream,
the illusive goal,
the wealth wished for,
the mirror of the soul.
I am shadow,
invincible, unshakable.
I am the image
of darkness in all.
I am eternal cold.
I am dark and void.
I am the iceman.
I am a glacier.
I am the dark waters
frozen above and beneath ground.
I am the Arctic and Antarctic
polar separation.
I am elongated in late afternoon.
I am the reflection of the sun and moon,
the solitude of loneliness,
and solace of death.
I am the poet
of cast off thought,
the unfinished poem,
the incomplete vision.
I am the embodiment of
the secular god,
the last thought and memory,
the unwritten epic poem.
I am war.
I am peace.
I am all.
All are me.
I am shadow,
dark and deep.
I am history.
I am the unforgiven.
I am shadow
beneath the midday sun,
casted against gravestones
of sorrow and sin.
I am oblivion.
I am darkness.
I am daylight.
I am sleep.
I emerge from a dark sea,
as water on to dry land,
as a dark form
over white sand.
I merge with the night sky,
until a moonbeam shines
to cast my form out of darkness
exposing me to light.
I am shade against the sun,
eclipsing the light of day.
I am seen by all
in empty ruins.
Listen to my silent voice.
I speak in silent thought.
I work in silent toil.
I sleep in silent dream.
I am morning, night and afternoon.
I am life and death and in between.
I am the shadow
that darkens every room.
I am Shadow.
The dark reflection
of everyone
and everything.
L.A. Steel
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7143
Mar 04 2014
Sochi Diplomacy
There are some photographs so funny and appropriate for the political
occasion. This photo is perfect. I was sent this by a friend on Facebook and had to share with my Facebook friends and my website readers.
Obama again has been made to look like a fool by Russia’s Putin in the Russian invasion of Crimea. What else could Obama say or do to pressure Putin to back off the Ukraine. I fear the Ukrainian people
are in for a war with Russia, but also one with few allies. It will be interesting to see how far the EU will support the Ukrainian people and their independence from Russia. It will also be interesting to see how far the U.S can or will go to apply pressure on Russia to give up their holdings in the Ukraine. I can never see them giving up their naval operations and bases on the Black Sea.
I wish the independent Ukrainian movement all the luck and support they can possibly receive from Providence and the world. Whatever the outcome is of their battle for freedom I believe the world looks upon the Ukrainian people with hope and goodwill.
L.A.Steel
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7138
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7765
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7757
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7752
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7745
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7742
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7749
Mar 02 2014
A Tall Ship Tied in Harbor, c. 1890-1900
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7739
Mar 02 2014
Three Ships at Dock, B/W Photograph c. 1880-1900
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7735
Mar 02 2014
Tall Ship at Dock c.1890-1900
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7732
Mar 02 2014
Old Ship at Dock, B/W Photograph Collection
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7729
Mar 02 2014
Three Women in Hats, 1890-1910 B/W Photograph
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7726
Mar 02 2014
White and Black Building C.1880-1900
Permanent link to this article: http://lasteelshow.org/main/?p=7721
-------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------
Click on book to buy on Amazon
--------------
Recent Comments