Wonderings on Warhol...

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Zhang Ding

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Andy Warhol

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They said he had no talent for narrative

Silently he wove a new culture heritage

Turned the TV on to us

We still live in the residue of famous dust

Clouded by convenience of the unattainable dream

Repeating beauty across silk screen

Your flavor of choice

Every color for you to rejoice

A martyr risen from death

Upstaged sick politic

Last super into space

He painted his own fate

The unartist artist

Listened and spit back

Never interfering with a needle prick

Men danced as the new sidekick

Silver Factory manufactured weirdo

I'm embarrassed that Warhol is my hero

The Preacher...

Alexa Eisner, Jean-Paul Bourdier

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I am the preacher

Singing to a ghost choir

Scribbled dream note

Repressed inner hope

Asking too much-

Can you change my mind?

I don't believe in things

Weaving new histories

Never know that he

Couldn't be bout me

What is asking?

My mind is changed-

I've been keeping on

Mistakes fall into counting cents

Caught in a fire flame

Walking in sharp rain

Raising my glass to realness

Can you feel this?

Eyes closed, mouth open, moist taste

Emotions move with such haste

Walking away...

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Part I: Strangers

Sat on a door step

Gate opened knocking my knee
Just off to grab the neighborhood coffee

"I could make my own," he said

I looked at his tattoo

Got up and walked away

Picnic table seat in momentary heat

Black shirt and white block letters

Denim on denim

And every other momentary trend

I know but play pretend

His smile

And a playful pup

Got up and walked away

Corner seat and Brazilian sounds 

Felt sick and sipped wine

Asked me why I hadn't finished yet

Never saw the bottom of that glass
Slipped out as he asked me to stay
Just got up and walked away

Part II: Falling Leaves

Noticed my feet kicking leaves

Beginning to smell pine trees

Back to songs on repeat

Means I'm moving toward a winter beat

Yesterday it was Indian Summer

Crochet blanket with a lover

Timing and wide awake

I'm shaking a defining fate

Moments from yoga glowing

Giving up all my knowing

There's no need

-to need this body

There's no need

-to know this mind

There's no need

-to hold any longer

Lunar Ghost...

Brian Oldham 

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Woke up and immediately began to rearrange

A mind made of music notes and harvest crown

Reached for the painting and let her down

Replaced the space with an image of two

Color swirl of dancers between movements

Blue paper umbrella shade to prove it

Today is a day for first loves-

A hand in mine and sweet goodbye

Best friends and parks made of Monet brushstrokes

Heart ink on skin

First freedom from sin

Took myself down the foxhole

Wishing only love for you

Hand painted gold

There is nothing now to hold

Walked miles and found green space

Children and palm trees

Listening to breeze

50/50

Straight lines fall up

And down

Had to call my mom

A vintage eye ring saw me today

Asking it kindly to guide the way

It remained shy with nothing to say

Stepped into the lunar eclipse

Speaking with sealed lips

Let us toast to this carnival ghost