To behold an individual’s artistic creation is to see their heart and soul displayed, raw to the world. How selfless and valiant to bare all of oneself through whichever medium your hands have chosen to find solace in. It is to open up your heart and your mind and project the core of that which is entirely and irrevocably YOU. It is your inimitable emotional fingerprint on the world. No one can ever replicate it in its entirety. To speak from the heart in art, music, literature? Oh, what unparalleled beauty.
That-to-that; hither then thither…
Here I am with my special child
exuberantly racing as one
around love’s bonding moments
driving pencils, propelled by hope
zooming upward, sliding downward
toward flight destination~~~
Dot-to-dot… one-two-three…
Here we are as mentor-student
bursting midst glee for correct lines
checking that connections make sense
against erasures for crooked marks
midst claps and high-five gestures
since milestone is reached freely
conquering spastic strains~~~
Up-and-down… down-and-up…
Here is our masterpiece together
after mirth-filled dot-to-dot pursuit!
Surpassing number-identification
my son exercises coloring skill
revealing artistic creation
of mom propelling son
along swing delight---
Then in sign language
he praises* God
and thanks me
with sweet hug.
*Psalm 150:6 Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD.
December 16, 2022
2nd place, "Dot to Dot" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 12/22/2022.
WHERE IS ROMEO, WHERE IS JULIET
WAS THEIR LOVE, THEIR DEATH; A FORSHADOWING OF ARTS END
THE POSIONOUS ASPS WE NOW FLAUNT, IN LOVES DISSEMINATION
AN ARTISTIC CREATION?
IT'S SONNET TITLE{:}
THE ROAD PAVED, OUR CHILDREN'S HEART'S; PIERCED IN THE OBJECTIFICATION OF SORROW{S}. THEIR EYES, THEIR EARS, THEIR BODIES, THEIR HEART'S. DEVOID OF THE FRALITY; OF LOVE IN LIFE OR ART .............x
baby blue bk
aka: the gentleman pirate
she was an artisan masterpiece-
delicately full of mystery,
yet colorful and magnetic.
she drove me crazy,
like a charcoal etching in heat.
she was a silhouette of my existence-
craving to be one with...
no one else except me.
I knew nothing of love before her-
I only sought things that made me imperfect.
but-
she is perfection and amplitude all in
one piece of work of art...
and I am undeserving.
she was an hourglass,
longing for each grain to pass through her thirsty soul.
she was flawless yet messy,
mature and abundant in beauty.
I never knew why she chose me-
I may never realize my significance.
there is one thing I know for sure,
she brings light to my darkness and
sanity to my confusion.
her artistic creation has spoken... my soul awoken.
October 5, 2017
Incriminations bolster theories
pestered by daily
salutations, delusions
sanctimoniously intensified
by the written word
Your philosophy exculpates
delirium while triumphs
wisk away irremediable
suppositions that defy logic.
Hypocrisy appears delineated
with confused ramifications.
Cerebrum and Cerebellum
transpose inaccuracies into
soft, sweet music to the soul.
Artistic creation utilized
to succumb basic instincts
with craft: skills of
evasion and deception
manifest themselves in
your daily realm as you
deliver time's desires.
Either in the form of verse or rhymes
The poet expresses himself through lines
Throughout the history of poetic literature
Writers have emphasized about its aesthetic venture
Penning our views on paper
Or using new technology like the computer
Liberating the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings
To transmit the message of peaceful living
Exploring the mind in search of creativity
Thereby producing poems of unfading beauty
Focusing on nature as the source of inspiration
Different poets elaborate about it in their artistic creation
Through the writings of great personage
Poems contribute to embellish our cultural heritage
Dozing off behind the wheel
Sleep-deprived decapitated
Dillaudid consequences
Incarcerate
Betrayed confidences
Incriminated
Responsibility blotted
Dead friends
Incinerated
In reality
They rotted
Alive.
Years prior to demise.
Burnt bridges. Dead ends.
A hell we created
Causality to impend
Insanity
A cyclic continuance
Doomed to repeat
Again and again.
Just more tragedy
Easily equated
Karmic
Punishment I deign
Education in pain.
Deliverance in suffering
Salvation
My moral
Bearing reign.
Controlled by one nation
Daisy Chain – Bottom line - capital gain
acid rain
Acrid – floral
Bought and sold
Artistic creation
Liquid – Forced oral
Ingestion
VIA TELEVISION
Visual vomit – soylent seduction
Initiate
Indoctrinate
inducted
Programmable People.
Hypnotic STATE.
Spell-bound
Too Late.
The concepts of the Apollonian and Dionysian are famously linked to the philosopher, Friedrich Nietzsche. In Greek mythology, Apollo and Dionysus are both sons of Zeus. Apollo is the god of reason and the rational, while Dionysus is the god of the irrational and chaos. The content of all artistic creation is based on the tension created by the interplay between these two.
Dionysian passion fills my soul
With a stream of life that knows no restraint,
Your frantic current defies all control-
Awakens the devil within the saint.
Injected with life, I'm lost in your force
As waves of strange visions rend me apart,
For purpose that has no ending, no source-
Oh, come to my rescue, creative art.
Apollo, come harness this raging stream,
With power of reason, channel the surge,
Reshape my voluptuous, savage dream-
Transmute its horror to aesthetic urge.
Bring order to chaos—hold tight your rein-
Come, challenge this frenzy of energy!
You both are needed—the crazy, the sane-
Dionysus! Apollo! Balance me!
I share unto you this thankful contemplation…
Thank you for giving me shelter during my incubation…
Thank you for understanding when I succumb to false temptations…
Thank you for always transforming my fear using your divine joy salvation…
Thank you for your soft angelic vibration…
Thank you for always wishing unto me the best of situations…
Your pure love inspires my greatest artistic creation…
Dearest mother; words only are not magnificent enough to fully give you
appreciation.
I send a tenfold return of my love within this poetic inspiration…
Your love without condition is the way and the light…
The mothers love manifests oneness world configuration…
I will teach the world your giving ways not knowing separation…
Heretofore bestowed on you experiencing heavens inner destination…
I am grateful to be your begotten son full of mother celebration…
Happy Mother’s Day filled with illuminated intention..
I love you…
I love you…
I love you…
My guardian angel…
My sincerest supporter…
My dearest mother…
My first
immense brown doe eyes
my artistic creation
visions and tunes
ebb from your soul.
Miss baby blue
a shade I've seen before
like a whip you are
a sponge, absorbing all.
My green eyed angel
such a sweet laugh
tickled out by a nibbled auricle.
Oh, how I love you,
all I would surrender
for your gain.