Street Art Graffiti style Custom Name Art.
She has outstanding art of all kinds on here, a truly gifted visual artist
Self-ish
I am shamed
I have selfishly yearned
for that I have burned
my pain is my shame
for that, I am sorry
I am loving
like the darkest of stars
alone doesn’t mean apart
I crush what I touch
for that, I am lonely
I am lucky
from below and above
I feel and know love
for someone else, is for myself
for that, I am grateful
Untouchable
You didn't know what seeds you had sown
when you raised your hand to me
what could have been, but this fire within
wouldn't go out by getting beat
a simple punishment, without admonishment
never the face where everyone would see
without inhibition, past the prohibition
your will, will never be me
without you I rise, and look to the skies
my silence means that I'm free
the future will bring, as I unfurl my wings
a battle cry screamed angelically
wings beating with might, I take to my flight
Untouchable, I soar out of reach
The world is my oyster, old burdens unfoisted
I am loved, a gift felt deeply
ecstatic to discover, and fully uncover
the extent of all my abilities
I'm happy to help, the desire is felt
collaboration, whispered sweetly
felt in the spirit, somehow you hear it
from afar, I'm drawn by your tease
though you abuse, you're still my muse
some wounds never heal completely
first time since birth, I know my worth
cured myself of self-love diseases
with love I speak, I hold my own leash
Untouchable, you never will hurt me
I try to discuss, I don't tell you enough
how much I appreciate your beauty
it seems so absurd, with how often you've heard
"Oh Honey you're simply amazing!"
some fragments remain, now I must retrain
I'm a King, though you see right through me
some interior mess impedes my progress
my Self is difficult in the breaking
you really are the most brilliant of stars
though you are lost in the sun daily
no hurt when you're happy, joy that you're laughing
I am nailed to a cross of my own making
I feel so I live, my broken smile I give
Untouchable, so please, will you touch me?
human body landscapes…
A Musing…
Do not apologize for what you mean to do,
You know I am happy for you
You will never see my hurt hidden between the lines
it seems to have been a lost cause for all this time
I said it, I meant it, through and through
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I hope you have it in you to understand my apprehension
that the words you use to talk me through, have inherent condescension
I want you to know
the strength it took to show
what I look like inside out, my heart and parts open for dissection
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once again, I guess I don’t fit in, I’ve always been a late bloomer
and if you knew the Me that’s true, it isn’t just a rumor
but you can only know
some silly stuff I show
believe if you could, that I am really good at situational humor
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perhaps it seems on this Internet thing my demeanor is reserved
like in science, the reason behind it, is that my energy is conserved
my words here are topical
my success isn’t optional
my inner beauty, for the special one to see, and who deserves it
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I keep my words few, and try to use, my learned vocabulary
but that doesn’t mean that I’m not keen on using it sparingly
I’m not giving up
this fire’s turnt up
but after all this, you must show me Miss, the feel of you really caring
one of my all-time favorite quotes by the husband of Mary Shelley after watching the same demonstration of bioelectricity that inspired her to write Frankenstein… As a personal correction, it is directly taken from the poem Queen Mab, and here is a link to the poem in its entirety: http://www.marxists.org/archive/shelley/1813/queen-mab.htm
“The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys, for power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whate’er it touches and obedience, bane of all genius, virtue, freedom and truth, makes slaves of men, and of the human frame, a mechanized automation.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley
Virtuous Love
Do not go for looks my friend, they pass like beautiful Spring
when looking for love, your eyes can’t see a thing
if you go for money, understand what is bought
and know a passing want from what is forever sought
easy come is easy go, you must know your worth
if you can put a price on love, tell me, what’s the value of Earth?
if you choose the warrior’s path of honor and sacrifice
remember, the price is often high, a noble but lonely life
One is a soldier, while the other is the good husband or wife
if they are seduced by endeavors of the mind, and you, sexy intellect
you will often be left bereft, their first love left you second best
love the work, and learn to know the meaning of respect
time can thieve the brightest mind, and simple replaces complex
if you pursue a heart that’s true, the kind that lasts awhile
then you will know the value, my friend, of a daily smile
you can’t replace a smiling face to get you through life’s trials
if you can find the right kind, all these virtues that are classy
make your bet, you wont regret a life spent together laughing
in the end, what matters my friend, is that love makes you happy
Fighting For Peace
For all on every side who fight against peace
hear this please
captains of industry and their paid-for media proselytizing
filling you and me with consumerism philosophising
creating a scare of the people to whom they sell
so everyday families hide in a locked-home hell
so people only feel safe in a bleached out incarceration
or an oversexed, undereducated, criminal unliberation
when there is no difference between shooter and shot
and every single person believes justice can’t be bought
when representation is truly a tool of democracy
and politics is not just a monetary theocracy
when neighbors are all brothers, sisters and friends
when fear of each other ends, and love of each other wins
and the fact we bear arms is the reason for the need
and injustice for one makes the whole system bleed
we act like shopkeepers and Mother Earth is the store
selling her bounty, and pimping her like a whore
and then smugly pretend that nothing can happen
while Nature reminds us of our terrestrial entrapment
even those who would fight through the lies
have part-time solutions and have to protest in disguise
a few of the giants stand tall, work hard, and have reason for pride
while all of the masses let them handle it, and shamefully sigh
relinquishing their power for false convenience
angrily screaming about the divide in between us
so to all the world’s leaders and citizens, fighting for peace
hear our pleas
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