January 2010


                              

                                    By Sepulture (mood disorder)

“The sky is azure today” he says to no one.

He is starting to feel strange in this place

He remembers the day when that colour reminded him of his “blazon of coats of arms”

(He comes from an old French family)

He was at one time quite noble

But now he is tired

sad

lonely

“How can my life go on in this barren land?” he says to the ground.

(He needs to talk to something)

“I fear he may be losing his mind” says a vulture circling above

In this place he remembers his once royal life and fancy clothes

But now he is sad

lonely

tired

He kneels on the ground, dressed in an old hooded sweatshirt and dirty jeans

“How has my life come to this?” he asks himself.

He pulls up his hood and covers his dirty hair

lonely

sad

tired

With no human to speak to

In front of him sits a chair as broken as him

Lonely …

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White rivers flow cerulean sensation under the earth layer
With wall of lava flow
Cool minimalism topography with acrylic steps
Burnt shades with deeply saturated colors
Beach chairs on a side view near an ocean
White on white multicultural facets with energy moving

Elements with rose granite rectangle
A jungle view of three-dimensional texture
Wood, glass, paint and wax
Pigments of Manhattan “ring my bell”

Handmade paper mounted on canvas
Patina can mounted in four windows in clear view
Rust on geometric forms
Wood panel with a door knob #52
Geometric forms dazzle the mind
The blue apple is forbidden

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I’m standing here naked

My nipples hard against the cold

In this place I am exposed

 

I need some cover; a place to hide

I want a cape to wrap myself in

Something to make me feel warm again

 

The rain falls cold all round me

Forming muddy puddles at my feet

Showing me where I have been

 

Tomorrow this ground will be frozen

Making beautiful crystalline patterns for all to see

I must move my unclothed body from here

 

And look for shelter; from the unforgiving elements

I cannot move, I am paralyzed

I do not want anyone to see me here … naked

 

 

 

I was walking down the street chewing bubble gum

That day I was wearing a red shirt, I really love how that shirt looks with my blonde hair

Sometimes I’m very vain but if I don’t praise myself who will

I often visit the geriatrics in the nursing home hoping I can find my mom

Oh how I loved her, we used to sit and eat manna together talking about the antichrist

How her words resonate in my brain as I see her image

She loved to play board games and she was always quick with a joke

I sometimes wondered was she my natural mother because she was so lovely and healthy

I remember the day she told me about the Brownshirts drinking grape juice

I said to her “Do they smoke opium, too?”  If they drink grape juice they must smoke opium

I would like to go back in a time machine when people were sincere

Just like my mom I am so sorry that she is gone

I have made my fortune in timetables since she left me

I have many interests some untried and others unfounded

I will remain the underdog until the tidal wave comes to take me away

This is a place for me to share my poetry and artwork.