#impressionist
II
Blue base and pink hues, black lining, framing the face saw once in dreams, a face with a name that began with the letter M. The other painting – a hazy black, red lips, no eyes – is a man’s face. Flying across shadowed, spiralling stairs, I encountered exits blocked by chairs – all these impressionist paintings hanging along the corridor, where a painter was explaining to his students the woman he met in his dream… they all called to me as a dream factory, dream logic – where everything was bound and unburdened, and we were told to identify faces in these coffin paintings. All day we tried matching, mouth stuttering half-formed names, lost faces, amputated body parts, strangers’ fragmented memory. Then the old lady I was working with let out a wail. She bolted, I followed, and there we saw creatures known as man and woman – to the woman on the right, she greeted with the M-lettered name, and to the man on the left she pointed at the eyeless painting, said, stranger, this is you– and they wept together.
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 11:29 AM UTC
Portraits lying on the old shelf,
Reminds me of a time
I used to do a good impression
Of myself
They say people never change,
It's rather quite strange
That there's a world beyond that door
While I was stuck sleeping on the floor,
Trying to diverge the bold arrow of time
Is in itself a crime?
Things seem unreal
Like a one-hand clappin'
Things take time to heal,
Just let it happen.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 7:12 PM UTC
a dissociated sound hums in awkward disharmony
it pleases, presently, not an ear
but nurtures mossy growth across guts of a population
who listen with cult-like enlightenment
when the bass descended with modest fanfare of plucked and buzzing strings
it announced the departure of the invisible figure
that lived where we thought we wanted to be
so long, ruler. it was your time
you had a meaningful life.
now i just want to be alone
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC
On the evening of August 6th
The body is separated, eviscerated
Stone walls
Lost thralls
A family takes their evening stroll
And finds themselves imprisoned
Their umbilical cord, cut down the half
Microwave oven
Searing monsoon shower
Vagrant feet are shackled
Eyes are blinded with exhaust pipes
The East is not allowed to cry alone
Decay, wail on
Wail on
Contain us
Dear Marcus, free me
From these Pyrrhic victories
Clean this dusky mall
I feel safe under phosphoric lights
Guerillas swing on electric wires
Transatlantic conversations
Acquired on paper
Perverse
Desecrated
Red cloth seizes everything
Stray, running felines
The impassioned, waving flag
Kept in a velvet pocket
Stay here, stay a while
This cold era is a rising draft
The Bermuda Triangle
Quarantined
No more ships crawl along the winded shore
A time capsule
The nation sinks into antiquity
The brink of armageddon
Cusp of oblivion
Crimson hand of eternity
An old, whittled clock
Last minute
Cold Turkey!
God almighty
Peace is never promised
But we may yearn again
Nobody is free
But we are safe for another hour
God almighty
Leases on the lands
Paid in thorns
Nations playing circles
Mr. Versus Mr.
An ever-changing world
Stagnant and tightly oiled
Save this soil
It will cave in silence
The clockmaker sits in the backdrop
Readying her tools
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
Today,... I was struck by a radiant spark
As if the universe gifted me new sight
She shared her quiet smile and affections
A view free and bright
A laugh sweet and smart
From 6700 virtual kilometers away.
She is a delicacy of energy and passion
An old soul of many lives
Illuminating life through kind acts
She shared with me so that I might
Get to know her gentle way.
Fennie is uniquely above.
Like her name, her loyalty is rare.
Like her art, she deeply cares.
As you share your selfless acts
She’ll gift you hers through selfless love.
As she wanders about in her beautiful mind.
She is like a true Leo
Moving fast and free
Caring, open and honest
Endearing others to sweetly see.
She is like true Impressionist Art
Creating sensations to move you close
Brushing thin and bold strokes with her touch.
She wanders among the world, cities, and now mine
All in an order to share her enduring shine.
I like her. I feel her flow.
She holds my attention
At 5 am or in her afternoon sun.
I wish to know her more.
If she grants me that wish.
I’ll behold it close.
For it is quite a gift
Just to feel her glow.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
such charming colour every bloom
richly decorating the room
a Grecian vase held an array
spring's loveliest hues did display
the eye captured by flowers
profuse each ones gorgeous powers
of orange and white highlighting shay
with olive green leaf midst the lay
portraying an artistic glory
petals of impressionist's story
the painter scented beauty at play
applying the tones of May
such charming colour every bloom
on applying the tones of May
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
Cat shifty eyes
Stoner on the couch
Waking in a daze from forgotten last nights
The news runs and it didn't stop to say goodbye or ask you if you were ok
She makes flower crowns for park benches and doesn't take pictures for Instagram
The acid being handed out in pamphlets about God
This town
This town
Full of indecision of making better time
Windowsills lodged in your neighbors front teeth with his android programming gone wrong
Emotions like tsunamis hid in the quiet corners where the quiet girl tries to hide at the party from forgotten last nights
Love and letters becoming outdated in this desensitized versions of you and me
Glassy screens over our ideas
Injections of media are the immunizations for humanity
It's not just this town
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC
The night crawls under my skin
Fever delirium laced with heartbreak
in the cracks of my chapped lips
I let down my walls
Now kite drifting away like balloon let go
You were the walls of this maze called home
fog blanket me into Limbo called fever delirium hot and *****
icecream cone by the fireplace
defy the logic
cut the shoelaces
defy the logic
jump and walk on the sky
defy gravity
Swallow the whole **** ocean
Do the impossible
Have *** demand icecream for breakfast
throw punches in the street
Do drugs you don't know what they are what they do how they can hurt you
trusting abuse like a unicorn but it's just a horse
hear the dragon roar
Underneath the bed you make love on
your friends are sometimes the monsters
Spilling the probation all over the floor
Realize he's not sleeping next to you
He doesn't love you anymore
You can tell she hurts
Lives away from home
Digs teeth into words like wounds will heal like they are stitches
Fall for boy in coffee shop
Leave dream boat to pursue reckless thought
You give leaves
He gives you hope
Helps your lighthouse at sea float
Secretly as you sleep inside the sun
When your lighthouse work is done
He paints over the stripes
He thinks it is like the love story of your mother and father
She is angry with a tiny clustered house with the smell of her smoke filled lungs
He paints every room like reversing time
But it's all pretend, just men being men
Let the leaves burn
Steal the words from books
Cut them out
Cut your heart out
And try again
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Wired like a loaded gun
Waiting for the morning sun
Hello! How are you today
And I wonder
My love
Should I take the sun from you
Put it in a box of darkness
Like setting
I spread the ashes of a love never in love
just a circle venn diagram make believe but not Peter Pan
And love
I love you so
I am the sun
And I shine for no one
So box of darkness
Here I come
Speckled star dust farm eggs
Fresh renewed self conviction
Moon born
Phasing through to a life
Without you
Hedonism blood pulse
Still sentimental soul
Selling out to the lone wolf
Sneaky fox
Flowers tainting memories
Hand holding cheek kissing nostalgia bliss
Don't think
Of the one you will miss
Just kiss
Supernova
Little sunhat at nighttime party
Don't don't listen to the lies you whisper to yourself
You are the one you'll miss
If you don't help yourself
Feast on sin and self-righteousness
Reincarnation is second chance
Listen to the hands with the carnations outstretched
Fellow stranger with star burnt eyes
caring for those self told lies
You cheat
yourself
with handholding cypress knees bending towards
neurons collapsing
into the one who
Binary stars you
Binary stares at you
Holds you in your sleep from far away
Dream meeting past life fleeting into the now
You answer to this highschool crush pop quiz invader of reality
Who questions what color to paint the moon
Never almost drowning
But who has only ever taken a life
that belonged to them alone
relating in fictional patterns of physics
Undeniable wavelengths
colliding crashing consoling
You knew from the first eyes
that seeds of doubt would sprout in what you mislead as love
And you ask
Why not?
Hello,
today is not tomorrow.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
I found you sleeping with price tags
like tea bags
little men inside the barcodes
Dragging you to the forest
I plant you by your shoes
Digging your heel into the Earth
to feel its heartbeat
I told you this story once before
The little men are trying to build a cage around you
But I won't let you be
no Gulliver's Travels
I send them scurrying like ants
to Noah's Ark
They set sail for Wall Street
Only one sprout comes from
your veins
And waterfalls have hope for you yet
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
The crow stands
Where the scarecrow
Once stood
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
We met during a meteor shower
at a party on Cloud Nine
And we were high, high, high
out of our minds
Drinking the Elixir of Life
From Vampire bartenders
The bumble bee of time
whose sting is reality
And idealism is a crime
You were trying to plant trees
with seeds inside rain drops
Like Redwoods and Populus tremuloides
I think your father was a giraffe made out of sticks from the Swahili language
by the carpenter that is your mother
Who you look like
I wonder what you would carve from the
wood of your harvest
A Wife like the Blue Fairy?
But you only saw in colors of green
With absinthe stuck in your teeth
you wear windchimes and windmills like earrings
and hummingbirds nesting in your ears
Your blood is honeysuckle
You caught me a Shooting Star,
Calling me Eyelashes and Pretty dresses
I like it best when the stars fall,
sizzle sizzle pop Like the beginning of time
and water fighting for its Life
I asked you, "Have you ever cut down a tree?"
Pause button lingers on your lips
"What does that feel like?" I ask.
Your reply, "Hot, like the burn on your chest from the sword you made for the King of Aliens."
"He was just an Ex boyfriend" I reply.
You continue your work, eyeing as ghosts
linger like houseguests on my shoulder pads
Pretending to be my consciousness
I put my morals in the recycling bin last week.
And threw my soul into a Wishing Well.
You said you were going deep sea memory diving.
Amnesia a Past time, last time, previous life girlfriend you had
Who cheated on you with Reincarnation
You say that's why the dinosaurs
are extinct
I ask you if you need a ride home in my Time Machine.
It's made out of cardboard and childhood memories.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
Most trivial 20 moments
https://youtu.be/MmdyqeM_FLM
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
Are you a pro at processing?
Digesting information
If so the brainwashing station
Might just be for you!
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
Study sleepy water
Build bricks in your showers
Try to find some balanced ground
Streets crawl like rivers
Buddha is the new potassium
Black is the new fast track
Try to find some Hometown
Tennis Courts are tea tables
the places we sit and think
Inside the box
Leave your scars/mistakes/All the pieces of you that are plates
Fragile, easy to break
In the car, locked, just like your keys
Stand on rooftops with umbrellas
Waiting for Meteorites
Find some Peace of Mind
Or Open & Close them
Like S.O.S
And signal for Help
Build houses like Sandcastles
To realize time is eternal
But you aren't
Keep your childhood like a locket
You aren't a puppet
Socks are
Find some confidence
And let sheep be for counting only
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
I built a nest out of telephone wires
Waiting for a text message
That never came
like the lover in the 1930's
and the boy at war
He's never coming Home
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
I'm thinking about that boy
Lost at Sea
His eyes glazed over like a dead fish
Death is a form of knowledge
She was a storm
He never knew he was in her eye(s)
But Tempest is, as Tempest does
He was lured by Siren song
Coral reefs,
Hands, with nails too long
I swear bees lived in them
Jellyfish like flowers
Pollen from their electrical Zaps!
And they burrowed deep
Messages in a bottle were collected
by the Hermit crab, not some mermaid
His library ancient like the ones in the desert
Or the CIA
ii.
I'm thinking about that boy
Lost at Sea
He was swallowed by a Plastic Whale
(He did try to escape Media & Capitalism &...)
A(t)las he was in the wrong Hemisphere
More like Pinocchio
Just really good at telling lies
Nets from old volleyball games
from the Future
dance like river sprites
far from home
Volcanoes are failing
At making new land
Wolves become whales
Pyramids sink and are like cheap motels of Atlantis
We're all just gambling on one Apocalypse or another
iii.
I'm thinking...bubble..bubble
He's drowning
Or maybe he forgot how to breathe
Suddenly hooks catch his ankles
Harpoons & Atomic bombs melt
the plastic right of the bones of the whale
Like a WWII fighter jet and target practice
Blood limps in currents
Jaws plays in his peripheral of his hippocampus
The Great White passes him by
Because he's not seen as important, we're not talking about ego here
He takes off the anchors from his shoe laces,
He was just trying to stay grounded
But now he was just a Bad Pun
with his Lungs the punchline
His airhead carries him to the surface
He's just a boy
He can breathe
This lost boy at Sea
He makes a raft from his memories
And ties them together with ropes of trauma
The kind of things you don't forget
Like your name,
your parents
that time you were a piece of wood split in two and later when the splinters finally settle you're thrown into the fire
The kinds of things you don't forget
He floats towards mirages
Typical, it's not paradise
Ships and planes
A Sunkyard
As if we built a factory in the sea
And it got sick
Coughing up decades of gears and
pieces of a time machine
Oil and blood being same thing
Of course
And Seagulls melting into toxins
Like the new, like mini dinosaurs
A cycle of Fossil Food
iv.
Amelia,
The reason this boy was lost
at sea
Looking for a woman real mythology
But it should've been Lockhart
Because unrequited is easy to come by
The compass was made from his blind love
It was obvious, this misdirection
A Bermuda Triangle kind of affection
So...he explores the ruins
Of Japan
Tsunami and temples
Cute girls and dimples
Fish food only made the news for so long
Sometimes when you put a seashell to your ear
you can hear Shōnagon
or the screams of little girls in Sailor uniforms
Their own uniforms like an arranged marriage
Tectonic plates roll the Earth
into Sushi
Last week California
took a swim
She was feeling a little Hot
v.
I'm thinking about that boy
Lost at Sea
And he's trying to walk on the waves
Like a Savior
He can't even save himself from his own ego
It's like the Mariana trench
If she didn't have all that depth
She was just Another girl. His lust was vast, that compass might as well
have been in his pants
Soon he can't tell
The sky from Sea
Or himself and Humanity
He looks down and can't see his toes
then his knees
He's been lost at sea too long...
Fog like *******
Sea ****
He's been lost at sea too long..
So he becomes a Seahorse
Tries to be a Father
without any Sand dollars or a Safe Harbor
My mother was beautiful,
She was an Iceberg
You hurt her with all your global warming
She moves on Slowly
Settles for a Lighthouse
Who only looks at her so often
The Moon reincarnates me
Because I am the tide.
Rising, falling
Constant
Just the Historian.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
These streams of consciousness are more like waterfalls
And they're bearing hard
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
I wish I could free my hands from the
Weight of
Materialism
It's all sticky
This concept of living is confusing
Separating
Order and Chaos
One, Same, Membrane
I reach for the radio
tuning to the perfect Static
Brown noise to free my life
I left currency and clocks
In a safe
To protect myself from it
Walk into the ocean
Kate Chopin style
Like Sylvia to the Oven
But I'm more metaphorical than these literals
I'm committing self genocide
Of this false ocean
I am a rebeling tide
Trapped on an island
Becomes the best time of my Mind
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
He puts his trophies in
Parks and the neighbors yard
Like the world is his
And feeds pebbles to pigeons
He does not know his transgressions
He dresses in orange with polka dot pants and snake boots
And is Happy
Free from thin panes of ego and never having to worry about Windex
At night
It is day
They are same to him, just like radio and t.v.
He gets tired one way or the other
Time is a concept we see
His vision is x-ray
And not only does he see through
you
but everything
He is blind
But we are the one's
Missing things
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
"Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?"
Social Obligation like stress is a dead weight or a blood clot in the drain
And all I want to do is stay
In bed
Staring at plastic glow in the dark stars on my ceiling in the daytime
Or sit in a Chair
Pretending to draw
Holograms like Finger Painting for a future
That's just as boring
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
I was given a Pet Plant
like a dog
collar and all
Ohh wait
That's women
≁≁≁
She coughs up metaphors
like it's consumption and the 1920's
All that blood looks like freedom
≁≁≁
Tentacles like teacups
And I drink the poison
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
There is an alien who watches me sleep
He was from the moon
He said he wanted to see the ocean
to me in my dreams
Sometime between time, Somewhere
Like 2 or 5 in the morning
Sea Bound
We took his spaceship
We settled in the ocean
Waves from home
Tide like a telephone
Just how they say hello
I think he just wanted to
be human
I think he was
more than most
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
At least leave me a box of matches
So I can build my own fires
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
The Sahara desert
Is my garden
But I never could grow anything
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC