Michael Stefan

Michael Stefan Mar 2020

touched by the fist of God
we rise with paint cans
we take to the streets
instruments of change in our hands

i'll color your red with black and blue
hey orange headed ******, you need a new hairdo

i'll color your blue with a realistic earth tone
remind you of the cost of all of the gauntlets you've thrown

pastel pretty pinks for your weasely face
paint your town yellow to highlight your disgrace

stand up for the little guy!
stand up for your rights!
pen is mightier than sword
in this spray can respite

i'll color your sorrow in gold
i'll color your weakness in bold
vibrant spray paint clear coat
so we can see all the lies that you've told

touched by the fist of God
paint can revolution coming round
stop bystandering your way through life
and bring color and class to your town

This is one of my oldest poems that was written as I began to really get into painting. I took a tour to D.C. and got to see some of the revolution expressions of art that was so famous from Andy Warhol to John Trumbull. Art is beautiful and we need to keep creating it!

Also, I adapted the original political statements in the second and third stanza to reflect our current political climate. Otherwise, I did very little editing to this piece. I love its infantile simplicity.

#revolution

Michael Stefan Mar 2020

The Big 100 - Not a Poem

Hey everyone! This is not a poem, I just wanted to share that I published my 100th Poem on HE, "White Winds". I have been slowly copying, editing, and posting all of my poetry to include about 10 recently written poems. I just wanted to take a second to thank this loving, supportive, and responsive community. You guys rock and I specifically want to thank Carlo, Mustapha, Autumn, Mark, Traveler, and Diana for all of the feedback. And thanks to everyone else who has taken the time to like, love, and repost my poetry. I don't intend to get a lot of likes or followers, I just love reading and sharing poetry. I am always looking for honest feedback and I still got about 60 more to edit and upload. YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING! Thank you all so much and keep writing!!! Nothing but love!!!

Michael Stefan Mar 2020

White Winds

Oh winds
Bring snow
To blot out this day
Sweet white blanket
Covers the land
Holds me tight
Creates adventure
Over lead-paint landscape
Surreal
And oh so quiet

Mar 2020

Wanderingsoul

Grinning

Sat there, while it was pouring
Was drenched, but he was grinning
For he was able to provide shelter to the abandoned "pets"
While he himself was homeless.

.....

Michael Stefan Mar 2020

Downshift

Everyone moves too fast.
Freeways of humanity move like ants
Scrambling for sugar
Or just something to make them feel
A pinpoint of light at the end of the tunnel
Or a pinprick of pain,
Arranged against the lonely desert backdrop

On these freeways
Politeness is a sign of submission
Showing our stomach to the apex predators
Wishing they don't move too quickly
To take us from our journey
But we all move too quickly

Like an angry beehive,
Always buzzing with excitement
Or is it fear?
In our mechanized strive for productivity
We lost the slow-moving essence
Of why creation exists

Downshift

And move slowly off the freeway
Away from hill and hive
To park benches surrounded in flowers
Move slowly as your hand touches hand
Your lips touch their lips
Downshift
And take a moment for yourself

#hope #life #productivity #adventure #love #fear #wonder #essence

Michael Stefan Mar 2020

[bring me: childhood divine]

The man in the uniform smoked a cigarette.
"Oh, how they beat against
the rubber walls. Stuffed fists
battering with urgency.
It made my heart sad,
as we closed the lid on this one.
My eyes caught the dinosaur boy.
A small stuffy lad, with cracking eyes.
His "mama" was wrapped around him
I suppose
that's what you do
when you are a snake.
Despite the frayed fur, he still had a smile
I could hear her voice in my mind.
[bring him]
A tear welled up as this was the end for them.
I knew it, and they knew it too.
Brains like mashed potatoes,
but still full of common sense.
[bring me]
His furry flesh was used but soft.
I really wish that I could
rewind the clock on this.
I remember that lad on the swingset.
He fell and got *****.
I took him in the bath with me."
[bring me]
The man puffed on his cigarette as he closed the toy box
"I wish I could bring you, Rex.
But I'm a grown-up now.
And grown-ups don't bring toys to work with them."

[bring us]

I remember the day that I looked around my room and realized that I no longer really played with toys. I still had all my stuffed animals and action figures in a box in my closet. It felt so wrong to leave them there. They stayed in that box for several years until I gave them a deserving child. This is almost my monologue/poetry version of Toy Story 3 lol. I hope you like it and take a minute to remember the toys of our childhood and what they meant to us.

#childhood #toys #growingup

Michael Stefan Mar 2020

Lights and Fire

Where there is fire, there will be light
And pleasure; pain
And loss; anguish
Power and cruelty
Life and joy
Beliefs and extremists
Humans and injustice
Community and friendship
Where there is fire, there will be light
Pray dear friend, that when you search for light
You do not find fire

Just a light monologue about the disposition of humanity and society