Poetry & Writing

Sometimes you struggle back and forth with a canvas for hours and it seems the canvas will prevail.
But you stay tenacious and eventually overcome it.
Mentally exhausted but nonetheless victorious.

©2016AmiaArt

PAST LIVES

Each day you are drifting

further from me

Fading more

into another dimension 

A place I don’t want to mention 

where I'd rather you not go

Perpetual time zone

distant triangle

A members only club

in and of itself

I have to be content with this

I contend with it

As ancient poets battle 

down to last syllables

Leaving remnants of

past lives in cracks

of weathered ground

And there is nothing

in all my strength and power

To prevent this fate

cards dealt you 

Can't negate

As the lyrics in a song say:

"I curse the skin you're in

for all the ways it let you down"

Can't turn this frown 

upside down

But I force it to

So you

on the mantle in a heart shaped box

Wont see the pain behind this face

It can't erase 

The sadness it feels daily

But

I smile

With physical semblance

until time takes away the hurt

And leaves memories 

©2013AmiaArt

SUMMER

1. I WILL MISS MY SUNFLOWERS. THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT TIME OF DAY. WHETHER ILLUMINATED BY MORNING SUN OR BY MOONLIT NIGHT DISPLAYED AGAINST BLACKEST AND STARRIEST OF SKY. 

2. I WILL MISS BUDDY THE CRICKET (RIP 6/14-8/14). I'D CALL OUT TO HIM "HEY BUDDY" AS I PASSED BY DAILY. BUDDY DIDN'T KNOW THE CONCEPT OF TIME AS HE WOULD CHIRP AT ALL HOURS OF THE DAY. HE LIVED FIRST IN THE SUNFLOWERS AND THEN IN THE DAISIES. WHEN I WOULD PASS HIM BY HE WOULD STOP CHIRPING MOMENTARILY...AND CONTINUE AFTER HE FELT THE COAST WAS CLEAR. ONE DAY AT THE END OF SUMMER I PASSED... AND THE CHIRP WAS GONE. :(

3. I WILL MISS MR. SQUIRRELL WHO STOLE THE HEADS OF ELEVEN GREAT MAMMOTH SUNFLOWERS. NO. I ACTUALLY WON'T. NEIGHBORS INFORMED ME HE WOULD CONTINUE COMING BACK TO 'BORROW' SMALLER HEADS...SCALING THE FENCE TIME AND TIME AGAIN.

AFTER THINKING HE MUST HAVE A FAMILY TO FEND FOR, I LEFT 2 LARGE HEADS ON THE FENCE IN TRUCE. HE CONTINUES TO VISIT THEM DAILY.

4. I WILL MISS THE BUSY BEES MERRILY DOING THEIR JOBS OF POLLINATING. SOME MORE SERIOUS, SOME MORE JUST BUMBLING ABOUT. I WILL NEVER FORGET MY DOG MANASSEH'S FIRST EXPERIENCE BITING ONE. FUNNIEST. THING. EVER.

5. I WILL MISS MY YEARLY THONG TAN...ON MY FEET.

6. THAT'S ALL.

©2014AmiaArt

FOUND POETRY

I wish time would stand still.
Because it is time that creates a greater gap between you and I
My memory a bit skewed as minutes pass by...myself.
And these stinging tears that run down my cheeks cannot persuade the gods to reverse time
Or raise you from the dead.



Found poem in cell drafts

©AmiaArt2013






EVA

One day I sat in Starbucks (not my favorite local coffee shop, but an ok second choice) across from this little lady sitting...tapping her  foot to a David Bowie tune and contemplating as she gaze out at the winter scenery.
She captured my attention right away because she had an uncanny resemblance of a sweet little ol' lady I knew from the early 90's that has since passed away. Her name was Eva (she wanted me to call her Aunt Eva). She was in her 80's. Aunt Eva had no children, but I would go to cut her hair once a month and give an occasional perm. We would watch the Price Is Right while I cut her hair and talk about world issues, when she was young, the weather and such. She also cussed like a sailor but that's another story.
She would make me a special lunch afterwards and insist that I stay and visit with her. Of course I couldn't deny. I enjoyed her company as well and knowing that I brought her a friendship and love of a daughter she never had. Maybe it was I that needed her in my life more. Love comes in unexpected ways.
So as I sat there in Starbucks across from Aunt Eva reincarnate, I was not going to leave that place without taking a photo.


©2014AmiaArt

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8:45 AM

My alarm goes off at 8:45am.
Still tired I turn it off, roll over, and fall back asleep.
I begin to dream.

A lucid dream.

I'm out kneeling in the Sunflower garden weeding when I sense a presence coming up from behind me to my left.
I turn and see him, happily approaching me...smiling with honey colored eyes intently fixed upon mine.

"Wubby" I exclaim as I open my arms to hug him. He comes in closer, sits, and rests his head upon my shoulder. In my mind I'm  thinking, "This is only a dream. When I hug him he'll disappear like a hologram."

We hug.

I feel the weight of his chin resting upon my shoulder...so close.
My arms wrap around his soft, wavy, black and caramelized fur covering his dense 100lb body. He reciprocates. It feels good. Everything's ok. 

I wake up.

I cry.


RIP Wolfgang. 2007-2013

©2013 AmiaArt







TRACTS


Fact
share them like tracts
Leaving on backs
of cracked pavement
Walls and fists
indoctrinated
to the one who gave you
the one you run to

WHY? did I not know
you needed saving
The earbuds you wore
were worn
Bad beats dripped down
your shaven
jaw
Leaked on the floor
puddle
Left wanting more
than mundane wavelengths

Dissatisfied cassette tape


©2012AmiaArt

HEAVEN'S GATE

Moonlit night
full... bright
Tiny earth filtering
through sun-flowered petals

A sea of little yellow suns
display a masterpiece
Against the blackest of sky

We sway syncopated
metronome
to the soft two a.m. breeze
Heaven's Gate soothing, droning
I don't want to leave this moment

Song repeats...

©2012AmiaArt

STARVING ARTIST

Man doesn't live

by bread alone

But from every wish

on a collar bone

Dried in the sun

window sill

Composites this surreal
life...

Painted deposits
monochrome
Crushed earthen stoneware
what I've become
Silica
vitreous
Dorian Grey's portrait
insidious
Can't get outside of this
powdered pigment stained canvas

Waiting for crumbs to fall
the master of it all
Feeding the eye, heart, mind
i partake in this feast
Masterpiece

It sustains me

©2012AmiaArt

DICTION

How does one convey

The articulation

Of their emotions

And versification

In brilliant composition?

The transportation of

Information from

Minds eye's notion

Caught at conception

Causing commotion

Writing on the wall

Ancient inscription

Symbolization

Fragmentation

Need for elucidation

Hear my intonation

Vocalization

Rendering vibrations

Lines of demarcation

Spilling from my mouth

Oxidation

Striking chords of reverberation

Dissemination

The art of expression

Like an exhibition

Thoughts in demonstration

Life's narration

Ahh hell... let's have libations!

©2011AmiaArt

RiverLit Magazine Issue #3 8/11

PERCEPTION

Perception starts at conception

Leading us blind through life

Deception makes me want to choke

Love lift me high as a kite

Sky clear

Perpetuation

Give me Revelation

Because of you

I see the light

©2010AmiaArt

RiverLit Magazine Issue #1

ART TO THE EYE

IS AS MUSIC TO THE EAR

AND POETRY FOR THE SOUL

©2010 AmiaArt

LIVELY COLOR

Some handle LIVELY COLOR as fine china.
Put away on a SHELF.
Collecting DUST.
Only to be brought out on SPECIAL OCCASION.RATHER.LIVELY COLOR should INFILTRATE.MESH into our EVERYDAY Lives.
Be ENJOYED in every ASPECT of it.
Whether in PAINTING.MAKEUP.PHOTOGRAPHY.FASHION.INTERIOR DESIGN...

Don't HESITATE Using it.
As it brings CERTAINTY.
Don't FEAR it.
As it is LIBERATING.
Use it OFTEN.LIBERALLY.WITHOUT REGRET.

©2009AmiaArt

REVOLUTIONARY CHANGE begins not merely based on OBSERVATION.
Looking OUTWARD.
But rather emerging from a state of discontentment in ONESELF.
Having enough courage to look INWARD on a deep, personal level.
Once this process has begun, THEN.
Like a rock thrown into a pond,
Will those positive effects ripple OUTWARD
toward others.
INFECTIOUS Change.
Radical.
Revolutionary.

©2008AmiaArt