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Introducing Picasso and Nunez aka ANu Picasso a pair of L.A. poets and painters coming to a gallery near you.  

Our first big gig will be at the Nuetra Gallery and Museum on Glendale Blvd. in Silver Lake coming up in September.

Come check out East and West Balanced, it will surely be an art show you'll always remember.  

Curated and coordinated by the one and only, Dulce Stein, Dulcepalloza 2018 guarantees a good time.

Just another ditty on who we are, this is a poem my partner Picasso put out:

BALANCED

He is the torch
I am the white
He is the dark
I am the light
We don't impress
   to be blessed.
We're blessed
   to impress
Hate us or love us
But don't love to hate us
We're the Ying and
the Yang of this Earth
Both with the
same day of birth
He is the east
and I am the west
But together we're
simply the best.
You are all cordially invited to the Neutra Museum and Gallery in Silver Lake, CA for our first big show at Dulcepalloza 2018.
Exact dates will be posted in subsequent poem.  Follow or stay tuned for details
Kusuma Karbela Aug 2018
Hello September
Never ask me "what you remember"
Cause I just wanna some recover
Wishing tomorrow will be better
This world yeah full of bitter
But isn't coffee yet forever
Always there beside a great thinker

I don't know where my ink set of
Who knows I'll meet some little laugh?
It's not a song neither a vow
A wishper heard from gloomy soul

Hello September
Welcome new chapter
This tricky world hate a dreamer
But never forget you have The Bigger

For you who born, grow up and die
Stop grumbling, look at the sky
Stop the tears, dry it with bright smile
Cause everyone makes mistake
But doesn't mean no one can't change

2.9.16|00.31
Brandon Conway Aug 2018

One tower falling
We all gazed, boss yells at us
"Get back to work!" CRASH!
Trying to combine dark comedy into haikus.
Kivanc Jun 2018
september morning,
pavements are yellow,
bulbuls are separated.
Fireflies Mar 2018
We sat at your favorite Persian cafe.
My hand wrapped around the coffee mug while the other interlaced with yours, somehow feeling warmer.
We walked out that day into the toasty September air, you looked at me and your eyes were as brown.
Your pearly smile filling my heart up.
And as we stopped right in front of the crystal blue sea and my toes met the water, you wrapped your hands around me blanketing me with comfort.
And at that very moment as I leaned back into you I remembered just what you reminded me of.
You reminded me of sipping on a cup of warm latte on a chilly december night.
Artyprose Oct 2017
September played out in front of me
with the rose colored sky under
the glistening shade of blue
as the cold water wash my feet
I meet the ground, settling for a good
few hours before the sky introduce
the every faintly glowing little lights
I see skyscrapers but not a shadow of you
as my hand gets a handful of sand
that falls immediately right after
I caged them from my fingers
that doesn’t care about hurting anymore
I let them go,
like how you let me go.
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