if it darkens your face your tresses then the shades paint like an
artist’s hand the
walls of dreams or the emerald boat on seas with flutter of waves
looking at murky skies, your face then appears in limbo in the dusk of a happening.
Where are you going my friends?
Make sure that you are not enchanted,
Get a pinch on your bare hands
To check consciousness from being hunted.
Indeed, surrounded you are by the cheaters,
Recognise them by whom you are led.
Be cautious of the greetings of the greeters
And in acceptance between the good and the bad
Maybe, you are hypnotised by their eloquence,
Well transparent to expose your debilities,
Compelled to be indifferent to consequence
And unmindful to your potentialities.
Wait for a while and have a look behind
And a long breathing too to feel comfort.
Slowly the way you can bring in mind
That can build a future with self-effort.
Last time I checked,
it was still on my neck,
What now is a mark,
once was a speck,
Protected by the freckle,
I can now never forget,
Tattooed into a bad mood,
the ink I still regret,
Smooth surface, epidermis,
let color fill the pores,
Black lines, abstract designs,
around the open sores,
Follow my fingers
from the valley to the summit,
Let go of all your baggage,
watch all your worries plummet,
Rub it in a circle
’til the purple turns to pink,
Palm against palm
let our fingers interlink,
Wrinkles and folds,
crevices and creases,
Capturing the beads
a sweat gland releases,
Scars and birthmarks
and lipstick kisses,
Fleshly desires
and skinful blisses,
Cuts and wounds
and bumps and bruises,
Believing the lies
when beauty confuses,
A tingling sensation
while waiting patiently,
Exhale into the navel
and let creation breathe,
Scriptures and phrases
that raises goosebumps,
The laying on of healing hands
and disappearing lumps,
I’ve spent a lifetime,
counting freckles and moles,
Skin against skin,
like magnetic poles.
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You were a king,
I was a peasant,
Our universe was built around us.
People revered you,
And people ignored me,
It was natural for me to be drawn to you.
One day,
You looked at me,
With the deepest care,
Our universe crumbled.
The images blurred,
The knights revolted,
The princesses envied me,
You embraced me into your world.
You ignored your role,
The world categorized us,
Within months, I felt like I belonged.
Then the cloud dissipated,
I fell to my death,
and landed on a plain,
full of yellow flowers,
and brown horses.
He came near me,
and I jumped on his back.
No saddle,
No bridle.
I rode out,
Into a new universe.
A beautiful land,
with no horsemen,
No princesses,
No kings
and
No peasants.
Even the sappy Xmas music
in the supermarket
didn’t make me want to break something
that was surprising
I let my dog pee
on an Xmas tree for sale
somehow that me feel good
am I a bad man or did the dog win?
I don’t miss my Xmas rage
but it always amused me
others were waiting for it
I promise to try harder next year
How can I stand here and be focused
When all I can think of is Art
My mind is lost somewhere else
Because my thoughts are flying to another place
You tried to bring me back to reality
You said art is a waste of time
You can’t define me I choose this way
We are not the same
This is my happiness
We are different, we express ourselves differently
And we are free to do that,
That’s why it’s Art
Why can’t people understand?
Art set me free, made me forget all the bad things
Art is my all, it’s my way to be