Tag Archives: #art

Sunrise and Evening

Once I watched a tree
of magnificent Eat a
piece of my Poetry

between her branches
i laid the parchment
and witnessed time
devour it within its
wood

this i did before Sunrise
and now for the evening.

:: 01.31.2023 ::


Summer Smells of Death and Rebirth

AND ponder the dried once-tender
stems of bountiful beauty
of spreading once-color by
nature’s own heart
clinging to a dream
now faded into the soil
Breasts heave and
men shudder by utter
extant fear//life
with the margin of
once-unstained white
A few deleted unspoken
thoughts;dripping
parts of broken dolls
sadly laying to sleep
Spanked and put to keep
by shelves of dust
scolded hearts interrupt
: punished prisoners.

:: 06-13-2015 ::


Play Dough My Love

PLAY DOUGH MY love
so pretty so smooth
within my expressive
hands i sculpted love
and wrote poems
sang songs
and stole Cupid’s
girl friend while
making ramen noodles
cause i’m a poet
living inside my head…
yeah. Eat healthy
they say to Humans__
i want to say more
but have a date with
pubg.

:: 11.12.2022 ::


A Very Private Conversation Between Death & Art

[Cosmos] Does the idea of death afflict you?  Does it, coward?

[Humanity] No-no it does not!

[Cosmos] This prospect is inevitability.

And watch:  all the skies are chrysanthemums 

and the stars are little fish .  Dreaming wishing

to awaken you wished to die many times over, but now 

it is no matter — all violent are skies of your

heart turned red to purple.

[Humanity] To  die requires more than living.

[Cosmos] Then begin at the beginning and release the colors

of your art.  It is the beginning!

The weaker artist will say and ask:

“That’s why I asked you, because you are the only person I can ask

without scaring you away. If you can do it, I will give you all 

the money I have and say I will do it myself.”

[Cosmos]  Then you shall never create but reproduce.

[Humanity]  This thing must be arrested;  that is why I am asking you.

–silence–

:: 10.29.2022 ::


Matura Artis Magistra

My Kindness is the world’s Goliath
used against me,
oh my Spirit
oh my Weakness
is nihil filled by
Light and Love.

My enemies are none —
for they are already
taken from my path.

Those fallen whom I dearly love.

Nature; the teacher of all Art!

Takes it’s time to shine bright.
Shedding tears to make a smile;
how i thought of you especially
when i was not sure but there’s
no doubt you’re within my heart now.

How love wishes to speed up time
but take it slow and you and i
write stories of sadness and pain
but through Life we can make it.

:: 11-26-2016 ::

[Nature is the teacher of art]


i am small BUT

i

AM small BUT

GREATLY expansive

the little Rivers
appear large
to small eyes
they(while)ATE
wheat Harvest Mice
twitchingly mild
dancing smoke-TIME
inside

::02.01.2022 ::


CONGLOMERATE UNIVERSES

IF four nails secured the Cross of Life
should i entirely ask of god why Tiger Mart
sells deluxe burritos but 7-11 has hot dogs
happily the uninformed droop bloated question
marks — like a scar across the mile of
my sacred walks_____

And if i should receive an answer more or less
deserved, God go in peace and spawn a supermarket
and wall street to rape all mankind from their
health and well-being –infinitely in your
schizo’d deity-mind.

So i wish to meet a girl who has a womb of happiness
to spawn a new universe! Please?
her tiniest whispering
invitation is like a clock
striking my heart \oh shit! tic toc yes tockey tic.

:: 08-08-2015 ::


BALCONIED TREES

WHEN awakened by a sudden thing as Life
what to do?

i took my mouth in hand and walked down
the mountain to a river. My curious tale
behind me it was the bleat of a sound within
my throat that ragweed spoke.

Never a mystery as the ones i’ve met
have potted the balconied trees upon the
rows of my thoughts.

There! A sparrow that has fallen from
my dreams into the progress of strawberry-
wax lullabies i had once forgotten.

:: 12.21.2021 ::


LETO

[Apollo’s mother has hidden beauty]

Leto my Leto!

Artemis saw your hidden modesty
and forged fire and lightning within
the womb of Worlds

came Apollo Oh! Apollo!

:: 12.21.2021 ::


PINK BALLOON INSIDE YOUR HEART

Oh wait, for me wait as i once did
for that pink balloon inside your
heart / that cares only for warmth
and love | the likely process of
the decay of a body becomes that
tear inside my heart \as i hardly
notice the feel of time fleeing
pain and darkness in her arms
or her thigh between day and
tomorrow.

:: 11.30.2021 ::