Playing around with new iPad apps. Mr. fluffy…. I would draw him on many things since sixth grade (now I’m 42).
Here I go again on my own as if a white snake could exist but did in an era where people seemed free. Or, were we just in a dream, dream, dream… Because there’s a fire burning in my heart where the scars remind they almost had it all before Shirley Temple died and pink transience swam around mini icebergs with a slippy slide.
Again the phone rings with demands from another day but the same, as if nothing really changed. Win the lottery-it’s in fashion! Sensible shoes, trained handlers, a little bling never hurt no one. “Get a whiff of THIS you (bleeeeep)!” He would probably say.
in the end with all our guns and all our rotted roses we are still knock knock knocking on heavens door. She tried but Rapture took over by Blondie and mr. west was in the building. She saw Red but she was Making Love in Mamma’s room too late 20 seconds from mars. It was her party but she couldn’t find him in da club drankin a bottle full of bub, or so instead she gave HIM a hug to Buffets demise. Is this making sense yet? Good.
In the beginning…
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What do we do when our cameras break?
The words we create no longer take a visual stake.
Unfortunate inability to capture what’s seen, it is sad
We take up out roots-our calling is calling “pencil” and “pad.”
With broken hearts and broken camera parts
We discover something long ago lost- our true hearts.
There on the reprocessed tree slow-quick lines appear to thee
Peer, pear, appear, erase, smudge, disappear-push that pencil, just “be.”
The art-ache illness in our hearts started that famished lead to dusty paper
Whether heart hides in pictures, sculpture, words or blogs- it is our maker.
We share for reasons the “normal” don’t, refuse to and will never fathom
For people like us, we’re lettered sad, self centered, “different” or maddened.
Addiction, release, second nature it may be, or our outlet to bleed
Fellow artists, writers, bloggers… Do not EVER stop giving into that need.
(Many blessings, love to you. May your blogs, hands and hearts always be full.) ~poetry and artwork copyrighted©2014TrishaLDunn.
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Fruitless lies the trash of the resolute per annual.
Wind blows the drippy promise, away. Away.
Let it be carried by the invisible.
Fool!
Did you think it was yours to carry?
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Tired, so freakin’ tired of the same crap different day.
Sure, you’ll change; but only when I change.
Don’t live in the past he says. Then he brings up an hour ago.
WTF? is my latest brain zap, Saying as Rain Man did but in my head repeatedly
Counseling, “yes” then “no” he says.
Trying to get out of it he says, “remember b4 when we went? they r going say u have a problem!”
“Me? Have a problem?” Great! Bring the new problem on I say! My problem isn’t m
e dummy. It’s you…
You’re something I can’t cure, or self-help but inflicted through another read book.
You’re something alright, just the wrong kind of something.
And, you’re literally KILLING me….
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Sketch I drew with a Chrome App
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Where do you go when the sounds all around are too loud and there’s no room in your head and your heart feels dead? Don’t do this, I’m taking that, whine yell scream demand remove this return that plan this scratch that then try to erase it all when the thunder is so dark and it pierces through you like nothing you’ve ever felt before and yet does it all count in the end?
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It’s been a while
Too long
Actually…
I must get back
into the swing
things of the swing
life’s multitudes that I’ve missed
Hopefully
Time
and
Management
are on my
side
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