Beholden onto you
are the dreams that fly away
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
High End
An art tart
Jean-Michel Basquiat, "Riding WIth Death" (1988) --- oil |
or
exploited?
Died in
vein
or then again
Same
by choice?
His voice
scratchings on walls
and painted words
hatching moments
of disbelief
and grief
Primitive by nature
dancer
with death
and meth
Means something
to me
this art martyr
pop hearter
The essence of his meaning
bought and sold
Old
High
end
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Fathomless
The deepest part of the bottom of the ocean
what chooses to live there?
Despair?
That one day it shall be gone
Unbeknown...
Live!
Like you're the deepest part of the ocean
and see
part of you
and me
and all others
and all things
Then - perhaps!
we will truly find...
What chooses to live
at the depths of you
and the depths of me
at the bottom of our oceans
and the floors of our seas.
what chooses to live there?
Despair?
That one day it shall be gone
Unbeknown...
Live!
Like you're the deepest part of the ocean
and see
part of you
and me
and all others
and all things
Then - perhaps!
we will truly find...
What chooses to live
at the depths of you
and the depths of me
at the bottom of our oceans
and the floors of our seas.
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