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PHILOSOPHER OF MODERN ART Ayad Gharbawi December 15, 1988 – Boston When questions pose meanings surreal The answers question themselves We, in our homes Homes of nowhere We questioned We hoped melodies could mean Meaningful truths Somehow Go home, now Your home There are no hopes, nor homes, Your lives Are dying, slowly Go home! Pay the drinker To go home Pay the last conversationalist Pay yourself money Express a smile now She sits in front of you Standing there Doesn’t she? Boredom killed us now Boredom killed art! Unreal and surreal Abstract and impressionist Boredom killed art! Your beloved and shallow art Died, where Humans died.
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Dec 25, 2009
Dec 25, 2009 at 8:44 AM UTC
PHILOSOPHER OF MODERN ART - AYAD GHARBAWI
PHILOSOPHER OF MODERN ART Ayad Gharbawi December 15, 1988 – Boston When questions pose meanings surreal The answers question themselves We, in our homes Homes of nowhere We questioned We hoped melodies could mean Meaningful truths Somehow Go home, now Your home There are no hopes, nor homes, Your lives Are dying, slowly Go home! Pay the drinker To go home Pay the last conversationalist Pay yourself money Express a smile now She sits in front of you Standing there Doesn’t she? Boredom killed us now Boredom killed art! Unreal and surreal Abstract and impressionist Boredom killed art! Your beloved and shallow art Died, where Humans died.
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Iraqi
Dec 25, 2009
Dec 25, 2009 at 8:44 AM UTC
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