Category: Original Art - Everyday Art Every Day

From my Sketchbooks...

1/18/2019

Teaching Art from the Heart and Soul

#NaPoWriMo2018 - Poem 6

4/6/2018

The One In the Window

In certain slants of light, she looks
like that dude from Metallica (in his younger years).
Everything was happening in Hollywood.
This ain’t Kansas anymore; it’s real,
And my favourite ruby shoes
have a broken heel.
I don’t like how it feels.
And nobody wants to
have anything to do
with a girl and her guitar.

It occurs to me I’m in a dead trade.
I can’t find work so I cant get paid.
And it seems to me,
Everybody does it all for free.

And you realize, as you roam,
that there’s no place like home.
But your home is someone else’s couch.
And it’s do, or don’t;
Not a question of won’t

Truth resonates
The universe inspirates.
Failing to find love and happiness;
Falling fully and flailing completely;
It’s all in the rewrites.
Through it all, you gotta keep on keeping on.

#NaPoWriMo2018 - Day/Poem 5

4/5/2018

Flare (I’m Fine)

(I’m fine.)

My neck
feels like a car wreck.
Bruised from hip
to toe to tip.
It’s more like a Mack truck
got stuck
After running over me.
And I couldn’t get free.

Though I don’t like to pout,
I’m all inside out.
I’ve been sucked through a Hoover
in some fancy maneuver.
I’ve got that run down,
might drown,
dragged out feeling once again;
Feeling far from Zen.
Please note,
I’m wearing a 100lb coat
and heavy lead boots
to match my mean moods.

I’ve been plugged
into a socket
Now I’m all tingling
and zinging.
Fire demons are gnawing
on my insides, pawing,
Burning knives stabbing me senseless;
I’m defenceless.

Is what I mean
when I silently scream,
“I’m fine.”

#NaPoWriMo2018 - Day 3

4/4/2018

Angels Told Me

Divine guidance manifested through music and meditation
Ideas and inspirations
in abundance
in Nature’s Serenity;
Enchanting harmonies
Forgiveness is freedom
Trust time to pass so celebrate successes
Of a creative spirit awakening

#NaPoWriMo2018 - Day 4

4/4/2018

Festival Girl

You're my festival girl
I always see you on the summer track
You're my festival girl
You keep me coming back
You're my festival girl
You know you'll be in my sack
Tonight

You're my festival girl
Honey
With your skirt all a'twirl
Tonight

But maybe not for the next festival
Honey
But as long as we're clear
And you blink and you nod
But I know you don't hear
We carry on
with the dance and the drugs
For right now, I'm giving away hugs

You're my festival girl
I always see you on the summer track
You're my festival girl
You keep me coming back
You're my festival girl
You know you'll be in my sack
Tonight

(Aug. 2015)

Poem #9, NaPoWriMo, "I wasn't worried about you, should I be?"

4/12/2017

There are those days when you're just driven to daytime drinking...
You know those days, right?
It's worse when there is actually no drink to be drank;
When things go flying before you can even catch your breath;
You get beat upon by life and also fists;
Your best bud is mad at you;
You got assignments due at school
and two jobs to boot;
You gotta make time for the dentist to do his business.
(I'll have you all know - contrary to popular belief, I do not have a big mouth-
and so it really hurts afterwards, what with the fibro and all!)
My hair is atrocious and requiring attention and care...
You get the picture, I'm sure,
Because I know you feel it, too.

Poem #8, NaPoWriMo... "New Horizons (per second)"

4/9/2017

New Horizons (per second)

Like a probe to Uranus,
the last of the gas giants.
Only been visited once
by humanoid technology
and technological spacemen
Oh, my, what a nice asteroid belt!
(Might I interest you in some fuel?)
Like a great blob of pizza dough,
Every 16 seconds, heated more and more,
I'm off-centre and tilted (Story of my life)
A whole new speed of space craft and light;
Up close and personal.

(Feb. 25, 2017/edited Apr. 9, 2017)

Poem #7, NaPoWriMo

4/9/2017

(Original: February 2017/edit: April 9, 2017)

Old and wise, I'm tired of what life brings.
Seen many things, and suffered the stings.

Thoughts bounce back and forth,
Big Bang inside my brain,
A wild whirling crash course,
Exploding inner peace drain.

Wishing for a black hole to open and obliterate my soul.
A bad mood, like a demon-
You must exercise, until it's free, Man!

NaPoWriMo, Day 9 prompt... write a nine line poem... http://www.napowrimo.net/day-nine-3/

Poem #4, NaPoWriMo, named "Life Advice"

4/8/2017

(Did this one spontaneously on Instagram... everydayart.every.day

Poem #4... Life Advice

News flash: nobody's fine.
Kaluha in fudge is a secret.

Destiny- because the best things happen by chance.
Make your life a masterpiece.
Dance through the crowd.

Sometimes the clever thing is not to be too clever.

Everything you do should matter
Be purposeful, intentful, meaningful,
and always be fucking delightful,
Like a beam of fucking sunshine.

Poem #6, NaPoWriMo, named Supernatural

4/8/2017

Poem #6:
Supernatural

About a week ago,
I heard the angels talking.
Your demon ray-gun bullshit
It doesn't work on me.
It's not your fault.
When god is righteous,
You get the hell out of the way.
You should forgive yourself.
Explaining freedom to angels
Is like explaining poetry to fish.

You are not alone,
Is all I'm trying to say.

(Compiled from viewing the TV series, Supernatural)