Oil On Canvas

Little Bird, upon the wire

Your tone has me believing you’re mocking me

Could it be? I’d always imagined

Our winged friends were literally

Above such things, such behaviors

But here you are squawking away  

And if I didn’t know better, gawking.

Hey-Hawking,

and dare I say in your own way

Laughing at the goings on below.  

Mixed Media

If all the broken people

Took a little time

To pick up all the pieces

Of shattered expectations

And patch them

Back together rethink the scenario

Perhaps the future would look

Brighter.

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“Good old days” is a construct of your imagination

America is a concept, a work in progress

Its shape dependent on the current players  

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I’d Rather

You misunderstand

My intensity for

Mysterious masculinity

Then understand it

For what it actually is

Tomfoolery

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“3 Men plotting, 14 dumb ideas…”

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“What’s left? Light ‘em up.”

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I don’t come here for the people I know.

I come here for the people I don’t, anonymity.

My friends are long gone, disappeared into time and space.

My new friends have no names.

I shouldn’t say this, they have names, I just don’t bother to commit them to memory.

These here are the understudies of my time.

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If we were in a club
In the darkness of a bar
With this proximity
Between us
That we currently carry
In this rail car

If your leg pressed up against me
Was paired with ice and whiskey

We wouldn’t be strangers for long…

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Slips from my grip

Thought I had more time

Always; we think there is more time

He finds his way,

Up, up and away

Out of reach

But within sight

Helpless I watch him go  

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I’m appalled

But also, jealous

At the freedom that comes with

Baring your all

The freedom that comes with

Accepting your situation

Is it in your control

A dear friend reminded me more than once

If the answer is no…

On with the show.

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Oil On Canvas

Emotion replaced words Oct. 7th, 2023.

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Oil On Canvas

“What do you see when you look into the mirror?”

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Oil On Canvas

“If you think through this time, can you see the current time, running in tandem with this time, but elsewhere? “

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If I go over
what I did enough times
Laugh it out the way you did
As if my feelings were
in of themselves
a joke to be had

If I wish you away in my mind
Think of anything but your touch
The sweet one where
you rumble deep
Memories
Please fade away

You buried your face beneath your hands the first time
I walked into your place
Embarrassed by its state
as if it wasn’t a fact of your existence
Testimony to your state of pause

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!

Apologies in fast succession

OCD triplets Im familiar

I play back the hours that we share the same space

I smell the instability in the air.

Faint but present under cigarettes and old spice

Familiar like family

Eager to enter

Beneath the banter (sweet and constant)

Slowly you pace the apartment searching for a plug you’d lost the year before.

Wasting time because it seems to be your comfort zone.

I lay back and patiently wait for you to do the same.

But you continue to delay.

Unsettled.

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Oil on Canvas

Living
the days out
With understudies
The original cast
They came and went
Slipped through my fingers
At an unexpected speed

Life is a blur
I want to touch her
Live for the moment

Life’s like water
Flowed to the border
And Then poured over

If life’s gonna move at this speed
Please run with me
let me feed
If life’s gonna be this way
Who knows if I’ve gotta another day

Life is a blur
I want to touch her
Live for the moment

Life’s like water
Flowed to the border
And Then poured over

Its a strange place
No mans land
To each their own
Pls Don’t leave me alone

New rules each day
Makes no difference
Since I’ve got no point of reference

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Oil on Canvas

This ain’t nothing new, not to me and maybe not to you.

Did you ever sleep with one eye open
Waiting on the change of mood
Waiting to see what would ensue
Another statistic how pathetic
just start a new life go and get it
Doesn’t quite work that way
Wake up with a brand new day
Opportunity take me away
Cept it don’t , not today anyway

A story as old as time
Cept this one is mine

He gave me the gift of the sweetest smiles
In two sweet little babies all the while
doing his dirty steeped in the dark side
Snippets of secrets escaped from where he tried to hide
You’re all to blame ,Didn’t see the signs
His gift to me let me stay alive

A story as old as time
‘cept this one is mine

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Many Paths

There once was a house
Upon a hill
To get there...

There was a pink path

And a purple path

There was a long and winding path

And a short but bumpy one

And one that had many colors along the way

all the paths lead to the same house

And inside lived love

And outside lived growth

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“Tell me another one, Sunny…”

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Judgement

You look at me, but I don’t get the same pleasure.

My eyes look to the wall, gazing low, as instructed.

You look deep at me, and all my imperfections.

I dream of perfection.

But perfection only comes from a far-off distance,

There we can all be warm and fuzzy.

There we are whatever we want each other to be.

In my mind, I look at you.

You tell me to look away.

But you can’t tell my imagination to do so.

There, much like the far-off distance, I can imagine you anyway I like.

Tomorrow maybe you will be warm and fuzzy, sweet and serene.

Today you are a monster.

I hold still and wait for the inspection to be over.

I am a statue, and you are an eager art student.

Gazing over every inch, every bruise, every mark.

Your apology means nothing, not to yourself nor to me.

Just doing your job, a pathetic excuse.

Tomorrow, perhaps I will be the captor looking over every inch of you, judging.

Today though, today I am the one wishing to disappear.

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Oil on Canvas

Your mother has much to repent for

For me, I’m comfortable in my sin

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Acrylic and Oil on Canvas

Oil On Canvas

Let’s fly away
Eyes closed, silence
I feel your touch
Almost imperceptible
Transmits through particles
Across planets and planes
The air is thick, I can see it.
The particles enveloping every inch of the here and now
Without being here, nor now
Here and Now.