See my fine art on Flickr!
Below are my poems!
I am the blueberry that you saw
in that big old spiderweb
I dangle in random absurdity
like some strange poem
you might have read...
My Best Poem
how precious are dreams
that logical themes
quote facts in attempt to deny you
that magical day, when you can say
I believed!
and that's why they ARE true!
Thesis Statement
I like art, I do art,
I do art all the time,
I do alot of art
and when I'm not
sometimes I write a rhyme!
LOVE IT SO MUCH!
Sand 'tween my toes
and minimal clothes
make for fun in the sun
yeah you know it!
but the seashore at night
is a sensual sight
as the moonbeams
sow love seeds for poets!
Time
Time is a weird thing
goes sooo slow when yer
waiting for the bell to ring
goes fast on Christmas
and sunny days
and when you're in love
it compresses and strays,
time is elastic
and sometimes like glue
but it's never wasted
when I talk to you!
Artists
all great artists seem full of doubt
there is too much inside
and not enough out
but each piece of art
makes someones day,
perhaps our souls
need it that way.
kharmalade
Would this have made
a good last day?
did I accomplish
any kharmalade goal?
did I climb some sunsetted peak
by the bay
to placate my expectant soul?
no, but i did take a second
to look around
like that dude
with his own Iron Chefs,
and in that infinity portal
i'll go as a mortal
suspecting it's all for the best....
SOMETHING GOOD
I remember something good
back when days
unfolded like
a grand adventure should.
I don't want to just fit in
be functional like some machine,
I want a purpose
need the wind
to blow the scent of fortune
on my skin.
Are you of that small percent
who cannot fold
who will not bend
who takes a soul and strips it bare
not because you can
but because it's there... ?
You Is You
You are you and that is good
you may not be what they say you should
or be that which you cannot be
and you wouldn't want to be like me
but I see you as you and so
if you see me unmasked say "yo"
"what makes Me me is all unique
what makes us Us makes us complete"
I Artist
i sometimes wonder
if it is so
that I am an artist
simply because i say so
was I born with talent
to write or to paint?
a prodigy perhaps?
there's no doubt that I aint
not a leader or lackey
no big money schemes
but an artist
resulting from having big dreams
they say visualise
what you want to be
regardless of what people say
and all will come true
quite possibly
maybe
some happy day!!
THE DANDYLION STAR
Amongst the speckled field of black
I saw the dandylion star
it winked at me
and I winked back
and sent that wish up far,
the other stars
looked more like gems
like diamonds stuck in tar,
but I liked the mellow
glow of the yellow
wonderful dandylion star.
like crystal fish the others sit
cold like a platinum bar,
but how can you miss
when you make a wish
upon the dandylion star?
WE TWO STARS
We two stars
burn so intense
without pretence or fuss
and what would we say
if somewhere far away
someone made a wish upon us?
for the darker the night
the brighter the light
that shines for every face
so get up and stay
in the vast milky way
and add your light to the space!
"Five 46PM" acrylic on canvas 36x48 inches 2003
So I went to the bookstore to get a present for myself and bought a P.K.Dick book, upon reading it I find that the protagonist is the same age as me. There were only two PKD books I considered buying so that’s quite a coincidence, I mean how many books give the age of the hero in the first few pages anyway? 
so in my strange interpretation of reality there must be some (personal for me) meaning in the book! yea! My sister took me out to dinner and gave me a gift card for my favorite store, Michaels (it’s a big huge arts and crafts store in America)! Today I added another layer on my dragonfly painting I’ll photograph it soon. Oh, on my birthday it was caterpillars on the beach day, I found one in the tide line so I took the flotsam it was on and put it in the grass (like 8 feet higher than beach thanks to the tremendous erosion from the storm) then I saw more caterpillars running back from the tide as if they had taken a dip and were going to sunbathe. they were all over the place running around on the beach! Do caterpillars swim? They sure made it look like they do!
May 14th, 2008 at 9:49 pm
I am glad you had a wonderful birthday.
A birthday on the beach sounds like heaven to me.
May 15th, 2008 at 5:53 pm
Happy Belated Darren. I left a message on Twitter, too. Not sure if you got it. I like this picture and how you integrated the drawing by your niece into the picture. Have fun at Michael’s. That is a great store to lose yourself in.
May 20th, 2008 at 10:51 am
Hi Daz! That painting is awesome and I love the little squirrel!
Hey, I wanted you to know that I went to Columbus a couple weeks ago and visited the temporary art dept. (the old one was messed up in a tornado or something!) Robert Gibson is the new head of dept. and I spoke with Mr. Nawrocki! He’s just the same and gave me a big hug! Cute! Anyway, they’re having a huge exhibit in the new art dept building next year that will feature 200 alumni’s artwork. If you don’t already know about this I thought you might be interested in participating. I’m going to try to do it. Robert wanted me to spread the word. I really wish I could get in touch with Brian Pounders, too. Do you know anything about where he might be? Besides in outer space! Ha ha! I loved him and his artwork was freakin fabulous! Anyway, sounds like your bday was a great one and that the caterpillars are thankful to you!
Bye for now…
Cathy