MAKE ART NOT WAR (song)
{ CHORUS : Make art, not war
Open doors, go beyond
your little ponds
Let’s birth new mirth
For Earth, for Earth } x2
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Behind the moon, where hunters hunt
In secret, the whiff of boiling lipsticks
Chastises the lungs of scorpions.
Murals hang on battered doors of
Decrepit banners, hoisted by dust-swept
Elements of colours –etched and painted.
Drums are sober, frightening withered
Hands that beat them to lean delirium.
Rotten eggs hatch on their own,
Their shells, white-toothed fragments of
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SIMPLY YEATS
My verse under Yeats’ carved door
he merrily chuckled at white
envelope, sketched butterfly
said he preferred to receive
verses this way rather
than reading them across
post-modern websites
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I came upon an article from Feb 2023 about the Joan Mitchell Foundation calling for Louis Vuitton to stop using her paintings in their handbag commerical. The artists work is often exploited by those who have little appreciation for what they do. This is just one of the many examples of that. Most people would see this as good exposure for her, they cannot understand how personal a work of art can be for someone. It's not something you can just give away like that. Sometimes obscurity has it's advantages.
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cranial overture delirium denial remarks hues in a silhouette receding in clouds of narcosis surge illumination thrusting toward death blind orgasms of hate pictures devoid of form celluloid marksmanship motorcade waving white womanly gloves ejaculation angels volcanoes surreptitious sex change amphibious pose mushrooming mendacity miracles ivory grace smiles
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death’s archangel rhymes Akashic verses discarded deeds a decapitated rooster bleeds coagulated brutality creaky dedication a brass statue salutes air is an instrument of breadth knots inside Celtic symbols pagan Christ fornicates under a moon’s dream portent irradiating idiosyncratic destiny rippling in a child’s scream caskets and corpses float atop a murky river
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this is how i disrupt the
chaos.
you are the chaos.
not
because
you are a just part of it,
but
because you its pulse,
its restless current.
dare to disturb it?
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SIMPLY YEATS
My verse under Yeats’ carved door
he merrily chuckled at white
envelope, sketched butterfly
said he preferred to receive
verses this way rather
than reading them across
post-modern websites
......
Words dipped red in poetry,
Carved into marble mysteries,
Basking beneath her gilded majesty—
A humble request,
From a writer left in quiet distress,
Still chasing his next conquest.
Not fame of fleeting days,
But that forged in immortality's blaze—
A name still whispered, still sung,
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DIMASH THE SHEPHERD
(Story of One Sky Conclusion)
I am
Shepherd
Cloaking myself
In God’s soft simplicity
My tasks complete
Songs sung
Light shone
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MAKE ART NOT WAR (song)
{ CHORUS : Make art, not war
Open doors, go beyond
your little ponds
Let’s birth new mirth
For Earth, for Earth } x2
......