Tag: Art
La Colaboración
🔷 Marmoris
The artist a soul hungry feverishly feeding a greedy canvas the pigments of eternity A fleeting glimpse of elusive perfection Pieces torn from the swirling vortex of creation by the sheer force of imagination Upon the surface of a broken existence an imperfect reflection Ever a piece missing In the blinding light the artist incomplete in an endless fight against the dark temptation of sweet oblivion
Lovers ~ Before and After {Redux)
ISIS of CRISIS
It now seems
so very long ago
I travelled
that tempestuous path
blessed by the wrath
of a jealous Osiris
that led to Har Məgīddō
where I first met Isis
the serene queen
of my karmic crisis
torn from a dream
at the frenzied height
of a broken séance
There at the Mirage Oasis
she laid in wait
bare naked
her voluptuous form
born of the Nile
Greeting me in style
with her crystalline smile …
“Hello Sailor!
Any port in a storm?”
That Cat is High (Redux)
A Poetic Warning (Revisited)
In a former life
One of chaos and disorder
Through a cosmic haze
Of bloodshed and strife
I well remember
A pilgrimage metaphysical
Seeking wisdom ancient
And knowledge mystical
From a secret agent
By the mythical code name
Brainwave Alpha
“First … you need learn how to fly,
if indeed, you wish to kiss the sky.”
JADED 💚
He Eat Dolce Vita (Revised ’26)
He fly da vulture
He do stranger danger
He swamp da monster
He got winner envy
He lose by plenty
(Back in Twenty-Twenty
a geriatric beauty contest for
the filthy wealthy rich only)
From one son
Of a carpetbagger
To another son
Of a used car salesman
He cry loudly “Mummy!”
Now he ‘Don da Teflon’
Dat King of Redaction
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He Crypto A Go-Go 💰
He no go hungry
He no good bunny
El Malo Samaritano
Realmente . . . Sí
He look orange monkey
He da sunshine faker
He hound dog brother
He da Beastie’s bestie
He some mother trucker
Be dat Rosemary’s baby
Multiple Shades Of Red
Raspberry Sorbet
Completion
complete within itself
the truth is simple
creation a kaleidoscope
exponential by nature
and endlessly ample
reality is a prism
for many a prison
in a wasteland of oppression
for some a revelation
given a sweet taste
of heavenly amplification
