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This is a newly reworked version of a 5 year old pastel. I like it this way much better I hope you enjoy it. Thanks leo for the new post. Great Job.

Rage Incomparable

Others want it, they can have it! I mean why all the fuss, right? Well, it’s not that simple. There are times when living just is not as fulfilling as others. Welcome to the See-Saw of life. Is this torment and torrential downpour of what ifs, when, and how, ever going to stop? What is all this for anyway? So that later on in life I can succumb like the many countless thousands of others._______!!! I wish that luxury was afforded me! As a result, I am very intensely disturbed at the present moment. Then, later on when human nature goes into “cruise control” and the feelings dissipate, I start to feel the ease and internal ambiance change as well as the exterior. I guess I am tired of the “roller coaster rides” which bring their most uncomfortable lows and their dignified highs. ________ I wish it were that _______easy!
So many questions to the proverbial jests, quests, and mysteries of life, it is a miracle of God I am still here. Frustrated to the point I want to get in my vehicle and ride until I run out of gas and never look back. Or better yet, off myself and indulge in the best and strongest_____possible. Oh? I forgot I don’t have that _______ luxury!!!
Life and its many unexpected twists and turns can hinder progress. I have to be quick as a Hummingbird and nimble as a Cheetah to be ahead of life. Therefore, I do what is necessary. Others are extremely proficient, some—-like me— just try in the hopes that transcendence can draw closer above all this human filth of emotion which consumes me to my very core making me do and think things I never thought possible and wanting to give up. This______ sucks right now.
I need to escape, or in the very least seek a place where the nuances of everyday angst and despair have no possible reach. I want to roam freely and do the things I have settled in my mind to do. I can’t help it and feel this tremendous burden which at times seems to grip me. I seek a special kind of guidance, perhaps from the Heavens.
I know You find no pleasure in incredulity, but are You really out there? Do You see what is going on? If so, why do You continue to let this feeling overwhelm me? Are You not supposed to intervene for Your children? I do apologize in the hopes that in doing so You can forgive me for my unbelieving heart and hopefully You will do something sooner, rather than later. The mere questions, question my faith.
The thoroughfare I find myself in is one which is traveled quite often and seems to have numerous trekkers en-route. I feel as though my exit will come up shortly. But, for now there seems to be no end in sight. This is life and the many surprising and uneventful moments make it – in a masochistic way- more enjoyable. Sometimes I should distort my realities to make them more palatable. Oh! I almost forgot, that is what controlled substances do to addicts.________ I still don’t have that luxury! I refuse to go that route, for it is not an option. Time will tell what the course of events will be, it always does.

I just wanted to say great work to our new poets on our blog. I say our blog because all whom sign up are immediately have joined a small elite community of artist, musicians, and composers. I thank all, especially our newest work from Leo and Liza. I’m looking forward to seeing more in the future the blog becomes more of a mainstay for New England artists of all types. I’ve been working on some websites and animation lately I’m putting a picture of a design for a front of the church website.

Thanks everyone
Best regards, Paul Moore

Lyrically I was empty.

 

From an early age I was sucked into this world

like a vacuum sucking dirt off of a carpeted floor,

been mixed in rocks, dirt & the perversion of other men’s thoughts

tossed around by confusion bounced back with an illusion

that I could some day never be the person I desired to be.

 

Myself.

All by myself I allowed these senseless thoughts

crush all of my dreams to aspire & be all I can be,

stepped aside & let someone else paint a dark, diluted picture of my destiny.

 

I cant.

I can not allow myself to fear what I can achieve,

after living my life molded by me to not fear anyone or anything.

Now I have decided that I am tired of being this pessimistic woman with a hard inner being.

Toughened by the fact that love has betrayed my mind

And allowed me to see the soul of a monster who was in some way injected in me

By the forces of things that are not of thee.

Up above I mean.

 

So just love me.

Love me the way people love their Queen,

the way a mother loves her child or at least that’s the way its suppose to be.

Because I regret the days when I didn’t love me

where I hated me instead of hating the fact that I hated at all,

Fell from the sky from a holy grace & torn down

by treating others how I wanted to be treated but instead being shut down.

 

I won’t.

I will not be consumed by how people feel & like a thief in the night

let them steal my right to be able to express how I feel.

 

I will be me till the day that I gracefully pass leaving this earth to go up with

My dad, My Father, My Friend, My Creator.

I will fight every battle thrown at my hands

Jump over every obstacle & follow his plan

I will make it to heaven!

Hi I’m Paula

Combat Boots

 

I am awakened

and this heavy white Puerto Rican

invades my body.

We join in unison feeling his every pulse.

¡Cono!    

He hugs me tightly with my arms laced over each other.

Like, he doesn’t want me to let go.

I feel his sweat push against my body.

It’s going to get ugly because,

I feel his fear and adrenaline, silent and cold.

 

Like a discounted appendage,

and the cut-rate chilla

I am seldom given the merit I deserve…

…if he only knew.

Only in times of haste am I recognized.

Like the person hooked on that thing,

jones is running.

Wanting their fix!

 

With his every stride I bring validity to his existence,

covering as much ground as possible,

with the breath

of my sole.

 

During the day I am close to him.

Akin to his skin and clothes.

At night he retreats

and I stand relaxed

and ready as the faithful cohort.

Waiting for the early morning rise.

 

I know him with disconnected affection.

Where I come from

feeling is obsolete!

I act in concert,

seeing the empty shell casings full of death.

The odor of my surroundings is not invasive as the air above.

I am close

to the floor of battle

noticing the blood flowing in silence,

feeding the desert with its life sustaining force.

Indiscriminate to what is below,

I advance!

For the life of my owner depends on his tread.
I am his foundation!

He depends.

 

From my countless expeditions

his weight has taken its toll.

Like him, I have grown weary.

!Estoy cansao!

Hasta cuando?

I am worn out.

Tired of participating as a roving camera

in the theatre of war,

watching man and his misconstrued bravado implode.

In due time, I realize I have run my course.

Estoy viejo.

I seek freedom from his hold and I rebel with the stench of my earth.

These are three new pieces I’ve worked in watercolor,inktense, and ink. I hope you like them. The names in order are as follows, Lonesome Beach, Near Eternal, and Tower Narragansett.

Thank you all for making the art festival as successful as it was which for the preparation and work I put into it was definitely not worth going. I guess selling for too low a price and having artwork that is considered outsider art goes against me. In other words I do more than just one type of artwork oil, soft pastels, acrylics, etc. Oh well getting into galleries and great schools is more important than pleasing tourists with sea scenes.
Thanks everyone Paul