Sunday, October 26, 2014

Wonderings on Warhol...

Benheine Deviantart
Zhang Ding
Raphaël Année
Andy Warhol
Richard Avedon
Todd Hido
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

Thursday, October 23, 2014

The Preacher...

Alexa Eisner, Jean-Paul Bourdier
Alexa Eisner
via natureofthetide.tumblr
Alexa Eisner
Brian Oldham
Alexa Eisner
Alexa Eisner
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

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Walking away...

Alexa Eisner
Ivan Alifan
Lisa Keophila | Fiona Lim Tung | Kristen Lim Tung | Jon Margono
Yulia Ustinova
Alexa Eisner
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

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Lunar Ghost...

Brian Oldham 
Elvis Tang
Phillip Toledano
Yumna Al-Arashi
Paula Doepfner
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

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