TODAY I saw creation
in that act of submission
with my human hands
a crafted answer
— did I do
not of God-breath
or cosmic fire-brew
but through a passion
deeply–passion dew
my works of art, live!
a life longer than my own
my love, to you I give
what is love if not art
:: 04-13-2014 ::
Google Images – Le Reve (The Dream) Pablo Picasso
WHAT distortion of dreams
over simple lines — trip
my mind when I see
fractured beauty
a contrast color
the beads of red
and yellow
upon broad shoulders
and clasping hands
over burning Mother
A pity short lived —
Fauvism so gently going
but the passion remains
:: 04-10-2014 ::
THERE is an art between the green
lushes fern-meadow dripping wet
and on the ground swirling pond
A melancholy-lust bursting kiss
such desire have I to jump across
Monet’s Nimphee and into the mist
Monet, paint for me the love you see
and cast your brush across the sea
of the land and salt within my heart
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Picasso
where do you draw the line
disjointed reasons
etches across my mind
a proverbial thought on hinge
what say you my man – so abstract
rejoicing voices
love shares bisecting angles
and pleasure diverge across points
a fissure in creativity moves
you crawled out
punching reality in the jaw
shatter concepts – creating new law
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