Tag Archives: art

My Cirque Du Soleil

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If I could watch you for a momentYes, only watchingMoments of perfect contoursGive rise to my Venusian A goddess, even to the mirrorA Kodak moment, ever so clearerAt dawn I rise, just to catch you exit the shower There she isWith a neckline so sensitive Strut with legs, like pillars of sphinxA waist. Lined with […]

The Revolution will not be Televised.

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If I go to bed tonight, what will I wake up to. If I slide away into a world of dreams, which step will i shoe. The changes we seek, the paths we lay, the contrast of meek, the wraths our way, which pore shall lead us astray. If we decide on what tomorrow shall […]

Life (pt. 2)

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As beautiful as LIFE is, The vague angles that it anchors are at a constant tremble. Thus, its fragility. This is the birthplace of our ‘Vulnerable’. Andreá Fellini *2013*Copyright!

What Good is a Writer?

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What good is a writer? If he can’t fight. Strife. Define. Help to underline the intrigues of a beautiful life. If he can’t hide. Confide. Defy The Imaginations we have lost while punctuating our archives. What good is a writer? If he can’t share. Be clear. Declare The injustices within so the world beware. If […]

In My Zone

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Recliner, arched back, feet up Side stool, chilled liquid, no discuss Slow breeze, clear mind, best shape Relax, exhale, set straight   No words, just thoughts, pure wine Tick tock, broke clock, sure time Lean in, thin clouds, thaw mind Breathe in, breathe out, unwind   Steady boat, wind vane, nautica Heavy load, thin plains, […]

the Edge of my Desire

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The swirls and tumbles in my mind is often clouded Clouded with ‘wants’ or ‘needs’ I really can’t put a finger on Creative aspirations constantly linger on I learnt early, that finesse, not power, moves mountains I have since longed for that spring of the finest finesse-fountain Still hard to come by My sub-conscious is […]