modern love

Posted in modern art, soliloquy for one on April 18, 2019 by gary j

what angel would take time from me

say that’s all you have

when I am grasping at nothing

that the angel has…

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translation:

life in refugee camps, hungry child at school, no school. No food no school no cry.

Running from the war, stumbling for life, mesmerised by fishes swim.

Living in  dreams I am so unable to dance

no food, no school, no cry…

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dream catcher

Posted in modern art, soliloquy for one on April 18, 2019 by gary j

put a glass of water next to bed

in the morning

drink last nights memories

~~~

drink a glass of memories

before I go to bed

so that I put a dream of things

that are better left unsaid…

The big picture 103

circle of birth, life and dreaming

many times many

Posted in modern art, soliloquy for one on April 16, 2019 by gary j

when wormholes like galaxies here on earth

how only as one could anything be less

 

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my blank pages

Posted in modern art, soliloquy for one on April 15, 2019 by gary j

expressions of interest…

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rainbow warrior

Posted in modern art, soliloquy for one on April 13, 2019 by gary j

and yes, if I could be a flower

how I would turn back time

become a seed

and if I was a seed, how I would turn back time

what is this thing we do in growing

giving is the essence of receiving

of all the names carved into a tree, how we become one of a kind

of all the names of flowers different, how we remain the same…

only the lonely…

Posted in modern art, soliloquy for one on April 13, 2019 by gary j

how would i scratch words into the marble halls and old statues


I would sleep alone in my cardboard box on the steps of art museums

or at the back of libraries where knowledge is free as heat from a fire

from here I could watch the objects from outer spaces

inspire the very moon into a poem…

people of great cities sleep under cardboard

how they are not alone

but how lonely have we become

translation:

silken political words become napalm on another land and I will not be a soldier.

 

 

card tricks

Posted in modern art, soliloquy for one on April 11, 2019 by gary j

whoever cries believes

my hands are full of tears

wash our faces with love and empathy

brothers and sisters without borders

6 of cups-tarot of the wisdom of broken hearts

the hierophant- silently walking streets at night

zero- the outcome is nebulous and cruel, always enlightening

eleven of the times seeking our better angels

the house of love is big enough for everyone

these are a few of my favourite things…

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