there are days when painting is a divine call
and days when i paint to assert myself
either it is between me and god or between me and I
painting keeps me away from people
and i sing
artist-artist-artist
find your way to people
! ! !
The Folded Poems
One day I decided to write a poem a day. I called it "The Folded Poems" because I pretended finding them under a chair written on the folded pieces of paper. The only criteria for the poems to be, was my own endorsement. I was the judge. If it "sounded" right, I kept it. Keeping with the pace, though, was not easy. Here I am posting them up to date. I am still writing, but not necessarily every day.
Sunday, February 11, 2018
Friday, February 9, 2018
unshared part of me
is catching up with me
like shadow that i cannot cast away
when i invite my friend
to share time with me
unshared part of me i try to shed
but it is oozing
and i am using pretense
and loosing myself and choosing
to be what friend may see in me
unshared part is indivisible
it makes me individual
while pooling me apart
unshared part of me
may grow more than me
the greater part of me
it's greater than the whole
and all i have in me is growing ballistic
and wants to blast and kill unshared part
unshared part solidifies in bullets invisible like art
my art
it's all i have
it's all i have become
unshared part is highly egotistic
i cannot stay apart from my unshared part
is catching up with me
like shadow that i cannot cast away
when i invite my friend
to share time with me
unshared part of me i try to shed
but it is oozing
and i am using pretense
and loosing myself and choosing
to be what friend may see in me
unshared part is indivisible
it makes me individual
while pooling me apart
unshared part of me
may grow more than me
the greater part of me
it's greater than the whole
and all i have in me is growing ballistic
and wants to blast and kill unshared part
unshared part solidifies in bullets invisible like art
my art
it's all i have
it's all i have become
unshared part is highly egotistic
i cannot stay apart from my unshared part
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Monday, February 5, 2018
Today i fly over the sea too loose newfound ground
two nights high brow oversees the tear in my eye
eyes tear space apart
the sun that slapped me on one cheek has torn another face
the moon lost faze
my gaze is blazing through the sea still still
i have arived to see my past alive
my mother waits me at the door to hug her sagging shoulders
i have arrived to other self stowed frozen safely on the shelve of her refrigerator
i've got it minus future
collect the dots to trace the constellation
two nights high brow oversees the tear in my eye
eyes tear space apart
the sun that slapped me on one cheek has torn another face
the moon lost faze
my gaze is blazing through the sea still still
i have arived to see my past alive
my mother waits me at the door to hug her sagging shoulders
i have arrived to other self stowed frozen safely on the shelve of her refrigerator
i've got it minus future
collect the dots to trace the constellation
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