Month: June 2012

old song new war endless war via perpetual fear poem by Summer Breeze

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it feels personal again like it did as a kid
early spring birds early morning singing
when the heart knew only joy and hide
the best that you can
when confronted by authorities wrath
we rush thru our hail mary’s full of grace
until an angel whispers in our ear
“if you scream he will stop the beating”
what’s happened dear mother of a god if you are
to the beating stopping with the screaming
now we haf’ta lie to stop the beating
see them take these lies off to war?
see Johnny march
see Jane cry
see baby bleeding dirty uranium pellets
elephants pushing donkeys off to war
one two three four what the hell are we fighting for
old song new war endless war via perpetual fear
oh but oops what Is perpetual
when the heart knows only joy and hide
early spring birds early morning singing
that’s what
it is still personal to those who have ears to hear
see
the sun
by dawn’s early light unites
father sky and mother earth in turquoise rose embrace
a new baby day is born

where did all the elephant asses go
long time leaving
when will they ever learn
when will
they ev’er
learn?

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Abstract Art 101

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Keep adding paint until you get something.
Use shape and form and color to say something different to every observer.
Never finish the work, only abandon it. You’ll rediscover it later.
Don’t accept the first day’s effort.
If you hate it, add paint.
If it’s the wrong color add paint.
Paint until you are satisfied with it or have given up on it or have moved on.
Spend every penny you have on it and then put it up on the net and paint another.

My images are early internet. File size was important then. I have been asked to provide high density images. This is my first. You can scroll around in it and see how much oil paint I wasted. It can also be reproduced
I called it Stairway but you may call it whatever you please. It was painted abandoned for years and painted again. It is 48″ x 24″ on canvas and can be swept away by a mere $1000. If you are in Africa and need to get the General’s Wife’s millions out of the country then I’m your guy.

david michael jackson June 13, 2012 editors@artvilla.com

fluffy dogs poem by Michael Estabrook

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one of those fluffy dogs with the thick curly tail

Fall is almost here

and as I drive over the overpass

before the big bend in the road I notice

the train is pulling out of the station,

it’s big white light so bright lighting

up the tracks clearly for them to see.

At the bend in the road,

one of those fluffy dogs

with the thick curly tail is standing there,

simply standing in the road,

not looking at me or thinking

about me, not caring, so

I drive by on my way to work deciding

not to think much about him either.