Nothing says ‘Abstract Expressionism’ like several flattened industrial washing machines hanging on a clothesline, blowin’ in the wind.
the ocean is unfamiliar
i see the aging in the seaweed's expressionism
oh how i love getting reacquainted with an old favorite
change is inevitable despite my imagination's best efforts
the ocean is unfamiliar
i went broke and left broken mirror glass in different spots in the sand
oh how i love catching up with an old loyal friend
change is inevitable despite my self constructed planet's best efforts
the ocean is unfamiliar
i became a victim once again of my own poor decisions and unfortunate pickiness
oh how i love the PeaceFull Feel of Charlie's Unconditional Acceptance and Love
change is forever inevitable despite my dusty wishes spring filled hope's best efforts
so
inexpressible
so
vivid
the uncontrolled
inner drive
this
message
beyond
memory
the unstated
void
distilling
the hidden
essence of
our yesterday’s
exhumed
&
in today
displayed
For Gym Class Heroes
Enlightenment comes
in many forms
shapes and sizes
Peaceful expressionism
tranquilizes right
to the core
Transform reality
into your
own dreams
Labor Day Weekend
finally arrives =
unofficial ending of Summer
Monumental beautiful day
Sunshine, temps in 70's
Illustrious splendor
Life is entrancing
when you're with
the right person
Luscious Holiday
tempers mind
with grand illusions
Only time will tell
if this
will last
Where is the secret of the rainbow?
At the edge of one's own life?
Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours?
Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion?
Some form of an ancient creative masterpiece?
Perhaps expressionism was reassessed?
The spiritual in natural art is oft-forgotten
in musty mists, where the soul engages
in confrontations with the deadly reaper.
The appalling midst of winter intensifies in the freeze,
and the psychology of death deepens,
for we are too much attached to worldly cares.
Characteristic emotions in cowardly conflicts.
One can say so very few words about
the astute business of a measured life,
like autumn's falling bronzed leaves,
its face value is not easily perceived;
for dead leaves turn into compost,
no peaceful transition true, but a must
that leads and helps life's renewal in spring.
Forget the troubled dream of dreary life,
let the seasons daub their watercolours bold and free,
the rainbow assigns a variety of mellow hues,
chooses always the brightest.
For the secret of the rainbow
a symbol of new hope lies in its Creator.
The beauty of this African woman, is depicted by a wave of light.
It enables her voice to resonate louder as the harmony and texture unite.
Beauty is linked to moral awareness there is no beauty for beauty's sake.
Creative expressionism is popular with an emphasis on luminosity to opaque.
Complexity of composition, clarity of form and detail, subject's self composure.
Balance, symmetry, smooth finish textures, both visual and physical exposure
Aiming for compositions that focus the eye and keep the viewers' attention
Most masterful light refractions, and lack of various colors require a mention.
The painting of "The Sick Child" by Edvard Munch (1863-1944)
was painted in 1907, oil on canvas, 46.4 inches by 47.2 inches
or 3.8 feet by 3.9 feet. Edvard painted what stirred his mind, and
this art piece touches my soul, it is one of six of the same scene.
It is painted in thick layers, in vertical strokes and has a hazy
feel and an emotional power. We are sharing a scene that is the
veil of Edvard's memory, the death of his sister, Johanna at fifteen.
The suffering girl is propped up on a pillow, she seems poised to me .
As the girl looks to the side perhaps looking at death coming, a
mourner clutches her hands, a woman maybe a family member.
I feel a loving bond in the anguish of the bowed head and despair.
The painting captures the ravage of disease, it is a haunting scene.
The use color and style is Expressionism, pigments of white, marine
and vermillion red, ochre, emerald green, yellows, and cobalt blue
can be detected. Oh, that thick blanket must be so warm and heavy.
I feel the girl's pain, and the acceptance of her death, her emptiness.
you may think i draw my own world
you may think i create special recipes for my own blood
you may think i force my likes and passions upon you
you may think my approach and presentation is based on long deferred dreams
you may think my tunnel vision brain is a pathway to valentines day
you may think that the old televisions in the backyard of my philosophical outlooks still work
you may think that my old soul is dependent on your replies that may weigh you down via my expressionism
i just treasure the pleasure of your company and the voice of your conversation that accompanies it
too much of too much can oftentimes be the breaking point of one's breaking point
maybe i deserve for you tank me to pure drowning like many bad decisions overcooking the body's overall energy
i hope to experience something and someone just as wonderfully similar one day
however, like a metaphorically, overly anxious aggressive driver,
i know that i will definitely be lying to myself
i light a candle tonight
i make cinnamon roll oatmeal
the only company that i have is a homeless kitten
i give her some milk
we enjoy the quiet of the aging night
we both need the calm and the slowdown
i pet the homeless kitten
it begins to purr like a child in perfect comfort
i think about today's world and am glad to be quarantined for a bit
we are unplugged with plugs, so i unplug everything
the homeless kitten lets out a few kiddy meows
i laugh at her attempts at expressionism
tonight we hide from the world
tomorrow we do more of the same
the day after that it's back to it
the homeless kitten stays though....until my friend comes to take her
i will light another candle the next night
i will make honey battered chicken tenders with ranch dressing
the only company that i will have is a homeless kitten
i give her some canned tuna
we enjoy the quiet of our last night together
quintessential
abstract expressionism…
wildflowers blooming
absolutely amazed
how did i get you back
the things you have accomplished since
i never thought i would or ever could
absolutely amazed
what change in particular drew you back to me
i feel as if i am the same guy
i think i am the same guy
is it just the changed in time and life
is it primarily the changes that YOU see in ME
whatever it is, i do not want to mess this rare second chance up this time
so sit down here....make yourself comfortable in my arms
talk with your mouth, your mind, your tonality, your expressionism, and your hands
tell me....no....make demands to me what you need, what you expect, and what you want
i will reply with the same and address any concern that you may have when it comes to my overall sincerity
i am just grateful to God that i have you back
i am forever with Forever....absolutely amazed....
Your abundant display of floccinaucinihilipilification
Has been established from the time of conception
Like a rotten fruit shaken to its kinetic destination
Is this not what the world expects from this generation?
Beaten into submission by the depreciation of individuality
We have conformed to the ‘it’s all about me’ mantra of impartiality
Boldly pusillanimous which enhances our real appearance of frailty
Covered up by the tinseled boulder of youthfully exuberant gaity
Just like the Quakers decided we were the ignorant ideal in their initial determinism
Then soon conveniently revised it in keeping with exhibition of popular barbarianism
You and I have been fickle in our choice which has down played truth of expressionism
Being on the fence has undermined our value; oh if only we embraced humanitarianism
if i took this day
and turned it
into something
productive, then
i would paint a
picture of you in
my mind in a
neverending era
of happiness and
abolish all erasers
for you are worth
the acknowledgement
and the honesty within
my expressionism when
i accurately describe you
as a special blessing
criminally unnoticed by all
in the previous lifetime that
you had the pleasure to live....
....i say it like this because had
you not gone through that first
lifetime, then i would not have the
pleasure or your existance in my life
and in my arms in this one, it is
definitely an honor to treasure the
luxurious, golden gateway which is you
You reinvented me
giving me a rebel's energy,
providing license for my love to sing
the touch of your soul meaning everything,
From us wild words arose
speaking of history and stars we chose,
expecting too much of Destiny
venturing on through wilderness and purity,
Inspiration innocent in it's infliction
made us bleed for need of salted affection,
exhibitionists with effrontery for the eyes of etiquette
expressionism unfolding humanism from stellar grit,
When wisdom had no mercy
she was a woman feminine in fury,
wanting to be stronger than truth
when I said I love you she demanded no proof,
All she wanted was a pretty poem
poetry that brings happiness home,
so we made substance of swagger
feeding life gold mined from passion's matter -
J.A.B.
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