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VISUAL ART
"Exemplar" SOLD
2021-12-30
"These Three"
2021-11-30
"Curse of 2021"
2021-01-02
"Curse of 2020"
2020-11-20
"The Same Dust" SOLD
2020-11-09
"A Hundred Reasons" SOLD
2020-09-16
"The Answer" SOLD
2020-07-22
"Tears from the Heart"
2020-06-20
"Of The Sea" SOLD
2020-05-04
"Revolution Is"
2020-03-29
"Not War!"
2020-02-18
"Popular Demand" SOLD
2019-12-15
"Rose of Love" SOLD
2019-11-25
"I'm Lucki" SOLD
2019-09-30
"50th" NFS
2019-04-20
"Malvin and I"
2019-02-19
"Tax Time!"
2019-02-18
"Flowers & Leaves
2019-02-18
"To Believe"
2019-01-31
"Be As One" NFS
2018-06-17
Photo of 2018 Artists Of The Wall mural
"Eclipse 2017"
2017-08-31
"Bi-Polar"
2016-05-11
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VERBAL ART
AND WE ARE ALL JUST PASSING THROUGH
(see 2021-05-25)
I WAS HUNGRY
(see 2021-04-12)
PART OF THE SOLUTION (2020-06-15)
What can I do to be of service?
To help heal this broken world?
What can I do to wipe away the stain of racism?
Do I listen?
Do I take to the streets?
Say prayers?
Study the words?
Do I ask you my friend,
How you are doing today?
And truly hear what you have to say?
How can I walk in love?
How can I swallow my anger,
My sense of rightness,
My crumbling sense of whiteness
And hear your pain?
I want to stand with you
But what does that mean?
Raise my voice?
What do I say?
Do I say that I love you in all your dark black beauty,
And truly mean it from the bottom of my heart,
Which I do?
How do I help heal this broken world?
To be part of the solution?
To destroy racism with a great brandishing ax,
To wipe away the stain of 400 years.
400 years of being told you were nothing
When you are so beautiful
In your survival,
In your refusal
To let this disease of racism destroy you….
POEMS FOR THE COVID 19 ERA
(see 2020-05-03)
ANGRY AGAIN (2020-04-30)
My teeth are grinding.
It's like the whole world is out to get me!
Leave me alone!
In my fear, I shake my fist
raise my haunches
and prepare to fight back.
Cornered, I bare my teeth
like the wild animal that I am.
I feel my face get red,
steaming like a hot peppers in my mouth.
Sweat drips across my brow.
My teeth are grinding
as my wrists pound.
Blood pumping madly
like wild stallions
pounding across a barrren stretch of land.
Angry again.
I mutter in a strange jargon,
a chain of words
that makes me resemble a woman
who is a far cry
from the loving one
I strive to be.
Anger.
That all consuming flame,
a torment for my mind and soul,
as I burn and burn.
Burn away all sense of love and dignity,
warping my senses and perceptions
on how the world should be
or really is....
GOD IN ALL THE EARTH (2020-03-03)
Sometimes I search for God
among the broken bottles
gleaming in the light
trailing my feet across the gravel
of the alley, looking down.
I see God in the wind,
smell the summer's storm,
the lightening burning across the sky
with electricity.
God is calling
as leaves are falling,
prostrating themselves
before gravity and pavement.
The first snowfall
bring`s the Lord's call
and I fall down
making snow angels
on the ground,
laughing and screaming
like a child
not abandoned by the world.
God is in the bark of this tree.
His countenance smiles at me.
Laughter, the warbling brook.
Faster than a jack rabbit runs.
He is washing up on the shores
of every beach,
painted, glowing
always within reach.
Yet far away as Venus burns in her brilliance.
Heavens above!
I see God in your love,
gleaming in your eyes,
crescent moons and stars
shining in your irises
a rainbow in your laughter
as God's name springs from your lips,
the spark of creation withhin us all.
I see God walking down the alley
on the way to work.
I see God in all the Earth.
SOULFUL EYES
(see 2020-02-06)
AMERICAN DREAM (2019-03-28)
The American Dream is like a wad of gum
stuck to the bottom of my size 10 shoe,
sticky, sweet and full of crud,
picking up junk as I walk in circles,
off to nowhere.
Welcome to one of the Greatest Lies ever told!
That I can have a piece of the pie,
in this American Society,
in this American Fallacy!
So here I sit,
wait,
yearn,
try,
strive.
But I,m reaching for the waves of the sea,
which continually elude me.
The American Dream is like the sands of the hour glass
as I try to hold back time.
Welcome to one of the Greatest Lies ever told!
That if I have a dream, I can make it real,
but some of us, well...
fall by the wayside,
breaking our very our souls and lives
on the jagged rocks
as we try to find our way home from the tumultous sea.
it just wasn't meant to be.
The American Dream is that carrot
that I can never seem to reach...
A romantic notion.
The Golden Road I cannot trod.
The bubble I try to touch before it pops.
But alas!
I roam this world in my size 10 shoes,
picking up gum on my soul,
Crud.
But I will never stop dreaming...
That is just the fool in me.
My American Dream....
THE DAY STRETCHING AHEAD WAITING TO BE LIVED
(see 2018-02-11)
POEM ON LOVE AND MARRIAGE (2017-06-15)
I reach for you
but our intimacy is so elusive.
A peck on the check
leaves me full of longing.
Sometimes marriage is a mountain of dirty clothes
in the laundry basket.
The soiled jeans!
The unwashed dishes!
The mess on the floor!
I find myself trying to keep up with all that there is.
But the monkey bars I'm trying to grasp onto
are coated with oil.
I slip and hit the pavement hard.
In my bewilderment
I ask myself if I truly love this man
and the answer is
YES.
Sometimes marriage is lonely nights
lying next to your beloved.
It's also walking through life with your counterpart.
It is love.
It is taking a deep breath
before some regretful choice words are said.
Marriage is a medley of perserverance,
patience and stoicism.
It is being strong
when the world is coming apart at the seams,
when the water of the creek is rising
and you are neck deep.
so you hold on and endure,
for that's what love is.
UNTITLED (2017-06-15)
I wept forsaken with tears no one else could see,
Fighting an invisible war
in dark places,
back alleys,
darkened theaters,
in the bowels of my screaming mind.
My invisible anguish,
my scars,
are not draped across my body like insignias
or badges of honor.
My battle was a nameless one,
full of shame,
walking the steps of the invisible child,
invisible woman.
I wear the mask of acceptability,
but it's cracked and frayed at the edges.
The inner demon longs to emerge
with long twisted nails and gnarled teeth,
gnawing on an old bone
that has lost all its taste,
save for death and destitution.
I saw my innocence die
brutally murdered on the alter
of someone else's desires and needs.
Pedophile!
With reaching and groping hands.
I am the invisible one!
The Gaia figure with no face
and an exaggerated womb,
giving birth to a world of hurt.
x
How and Why?
Do I carry this bag of broken shards on my back
after thirty-four years have slipped by?
The glass is cutting through the burlap,
the teeth, biting into my shoulders...
See
See
See?!!!
Never free.
Never free!
I survived but never free.
Prisoner of my own deranged mind.
I wept forsaken with tears no one else could see....
HOW CAN I BE A WARRIOR (song I wrote in 2002)
(See accompanying picture)
How can I be a Warrior with so much pain inside?
How can I be a Warrior when I lay down and cry?
These tears, they are coming straight from the heart.
These tears, they are bleeding straight from the heart.
I call myself a Warrior cause I've seen the battle lines.
I call myself a Warrior cause I've seen the darker side.
I've walked along the shadowy roads of hell in this life.
And now I'm here standing proud cause I am still alive.
x
I honor my Creator but sometimes I question Him,
Why did you spare a fool like me who was drowning in her sin?
I've watched some of those I loved go out like a snuffed candlelight.
Yet I cannot even fathom why my Lord, you chose to spare my life.
But I thank you,
But I thank you...
x
How can I be a Warrior with so much pain inside?
How can a be a Warrior when I lay down and cry?
These tears, they are coming straight from the heart.
These tears, they are bleeding straight from the heart.
I call myself a Warrior cause I've seen the battle lines.
I call myself a Warrior cause I've seen the darker side.
I've walked along the shadowy roads of hell in this life.
And now I'm here standing proud cause I am still alive.
And I thank you.
And I thank you....
(see 2020-03-25 Aphorisms & Memes poster)
LOOKING FOR GOD (song I wrote when I was 19)
Looking for God,
Looking for truth,
To feed my hungry soul.
Looking for God
Looking for truth
To fill this empty hole.
x
And I must have traveled across a thousand seas
Searching for the answers inside of me.
And I must have traveled across a thousand seas
Searching for the answers inside of me.
x
Looking for God,
Looking for truth,
To feed my hungry soul.
Looking for God
Looking for truth
To fill this empty hole.
x
No God of war for me,
I need a God who is loving and free.
No God of conformity,
I need a God who will love me for me.
x
Looking for God,
Looking for truth,
To feed my hungry soul.
Looking for God
Looking for truth
To fill this empty hole.
x
Who will I run to,
When the night is too long?
Who will I pray to,
When there is no one at all?
No God of war for me,
I need a God who is loving and free.
No God of conformity,
I need a God who will love me for me.
And I must have traveled across a thousand seas
Searching for the answers inside of me.
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