New MastersCome along people.Let’s take a look at this next painting.“Countryside: Argentina.”Note the fine, detailed brushwork.This is from Phillipe Ponteras’s early collection.Very recently, one of his paintings was sold for200,000 dollars, which is how we knowthat it’s complete garbage.Next we have a classic Burgoisse.This is a classic still life of a jar of marbles.The light hitting it seems to scatterinto an infinite amount of directions,dancing across the room.Unfortunately, the dance is heavy footed,and this isn’t worth the canvas it’s painted on.For the next painting,we have Grhuttenshtuch
. Pleasure We Seek .The more we travel the more we see,The more we see the more we want to be.And with our dreams comes lust and greedAnd from that greed we cannot be freed.Our desire for gold and luxurious items,Blurs our vision, we cannot fight themAnd the truth is hidden just like thatAnd morality has fallen flat.A life of fun,Gold by the ton,Comes with the price of love,The love we have bestows us a burden,And in our greed it is murdered.Our lust for love and pleasure,Our lust becomes our Greed,We swim in the deepest waters,To seek what is to be found.By Gregory Robert Hyde aka MsterDeth And Friend
. Pleading Both Sides For Ones Freedom .I can't help,Help? Who calls thee?One life calls for thee,I can't help myself but to answer,Shall it be my end?Small talk, life calls for death,Death calls for life but life.. no reply,Do you feel what falls?Do you see what falls unroll?Can you feel the wall?Can you see this all fall?The fall of your ideal,Is the strength of his courage,Ones freedom,Can be the fall of your war,The unleashing of death,The unleashing will stay,The casualties will rise,They will fall at bay.I can't help but rise above the sky, Why should I give my life, you? One life, your life.. calls, It calls for thee Death ,May come the me,Can you
. I see you in your sky of blue .Curvy lines for a curvy life,Fancy pens for fancy designs,A new inspiration hits everyday,Designs of life reflecting ones day, A day of days is a day of dreams.You see a day, a day of imagination,but imagination is the key to inspiration,and inspiration helps that imagination,When all is combined we lay at rest,Thinking about the creation in plan.You see art, a life of mystery,You see art, a Universe of discovery,As it binds you between past and present.Life is caught, let it be your lesson.Your style of life is your style of art,Your style of life is your style of heart,Your style of living is your style of inspiration,An
Now becomes then.Seconds become decades, as your life clock is adorned with rust.What was, becomes obsolete, as your shuffled memories become convoluted. Lives become deaths, as our derivative existence, loses substance.© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Addiction.Addiction, conceived from speculation. An escape from right now; tainted in mea culpa.A taste of the unexplored, bitten from the antonym of lies.A touch of absence, in pristine awareness.A hunt for the kill.© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Observe.Close your mouth, open your ears, observe your surroundings, and own your sense of entitlement.© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
it's For ME TooThe thoughtOf you leavingHas broken my heartYou have threatened to walk out the doorToo many timesYou told me to change my waysAnd I have tried just for youBut no matter how hard I try it doesn’t cut itI rather live a life feeling like meThan to act like a perfect angels just for youI still love you and want youBut I can’t change as much as you want me too, Just for you,I have to still live a life for me,And try to be a little happy.
It Bleeds For YouMy heart was treated wrongAnd I let it get to meYou would think a strong girl like meCould fight,Just about anythingI made my pointAnd it wasn’t enoughI let my heart get cut intoAnd it bleedsJust for you.DropBy dropI scream your nameYou’re the only oneI know to blameI tried to blame myselfBut it doesn’t put me to rest.I still wish I knewWhat I did to lose youWhat you said wasn’t enoughI know deep downSomething wasn’t enoughAnd with this still saidMy heart continues to bleedIt’s bleed for you and only you.
Why meI wanted sleep very badlyI tried my hardest to restI closed my eyes and laid thereBut sleep didn’t come easyI would doze offAnd wake back upAgainWhy me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.
A Lot Of NothingI write not knowing what to write, But I was told to writeSo I will see what I will come up withWith no topicNothing is rightNothing is wrongIt’s just words on paperThat people can readFor fun or for reasonWho knows?I don’t And if you doYou haven’t told me yet,I maybe be rambling about nothingBut this is all I can doI’m not a mind reader and neither are youSo we write to writeAnd see what happensWe may learn something new.I still have timeTo talk a little moreAt not knowing what to talk aboutIsn’t this funNo not reallyBut why notLet’s see how many wordsI can use to talk about noth
PayolaYou drink the waste of piss and blood,You eat the bricks of bile and mud,And while my sterile food is light,I still can’t seem to sleep at night.Your worries put your hair in knots,and stress has made you bald in spots,I always get my perfect cut,but I’m the one who’s in a rut.Your car is broke, the tire’s flat,There’s no tooth left to chew the fat,You struggle still from day to day,Yet now I have turned out this way,For no account can fill the void,no rationale can be employed,Your low rent life is hardly free,yet I’m the one in misery.
Wars and BirdsTo all the birds that cried in vain-let us not think of the past,but instead think of how the sun rises. The how and why is unknown,yet we still try because our graves are not set in stone. We may not know who we are now,but are reflections do, and they are just. At the end of the battle no bird was ever left unworn,but they held peace within their scars. Dusk never fell on those who saw,but waited until the sun hit their backs.
DarkenI'm only hereto kill the time.I need to kill it,so it can't kill me.Because I won't beable to sleep anyway.I only feelto fill the spaces.The large gaps in mychest, that stop my breathing.Because my lifeis empty.I only speakto weaken the silence.It won't go away, no matterhow much I yell.Because I haven't been herefor as long as I can remember.I only seeto fight the darkness.It can't hurt meif my eyes are open.Because that's how thechildren beat nightmares.I only liveto hope I die.I haven't sleptin years.Because with night I guard my castle;the place in my mind that remains free.
Rock My pet rockdrifts through the living room.He hovers by your window,and ducks when you look.You think he thinks he's hiding.But he knows you always see him there. My pet rockdoesn't want to live anymore.But he doesn't know how to die.The knife leaves only shallow scratches.He tried the pills,but found he had no mouth. My pet rockLets everyone talk to him.He says he'll always be there for them.he tells them they're no burden.He says they're his friends.They think he's the strongest rock they've known. My pet rock Floats down the stairs.He trips, and falls, and shatters his house of glass.He cries without tears, he bleeds without blood.He knows that he isn't dying.He knows he was never alive at all.
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising" — ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming skyDistilled in the timbre of windswept voices,black feathers enchant earth in fevered-songMagick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,seething like a migration of hungry wolvesSilvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;watching the spirit world fold into the mistsAnd where Shadows and Witches conjure,— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayerFor eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore — a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressingPools of
Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showers With a towel loosely wrapped around my waistScalding hot water was blistering my skinAs I bled from an unspeakable placeA hard-handed teacher dragged me to my feetWith little or no sign of sympathyFor the bruising to my feeble framed ribcageAnd the fractures to my identityI think they all thought that I had it comingAs no one was willing to testifyThat the sodomy inflicted upon meWas something to which I hadn’t compliedBoisterous boys laughing in the corridorsAs I shamefully limped throughout the dayNot a thought for the pain that was inflictedJust worried for what my pa
It's Go TimeWriting has something to it. I like it, It's for me. Expression. Creativity. Beauty. Conceptualisation. Documenting. Innate. Progressive.Deep. Words I envision in satin attire, dancing around me while I read back to my fingertip.n-o-i-s-s-e-r-p-x-e sucks back into my mind. I am starting over.y-t-i-v-i-t-a-e-r-c Inhaled into my parted lips. It's happening.y-t-u-a-e-b thumped back into my chest. It's go time.It's about me. You. others. People. Humans. Moments. History. Friendship. Love. Significance. Beauty. Fleeting instances of purity. Inspirations. Recollections. Alternations. Reasons. Depth. Communication. Lust. Voice. Music. Song. Me
Perception.Our existence is a mere perception. We are nothing, and everything simultaneously.We stroke our egos, to sustain our self containers.We hope endlessly across the universe, subdued. Call me crazy but aren't we all waiting for something... seeking truth?My now is eternal, my this second, is forever.Our reality is interchangeable, our truth is negotiable.Rocio Belinda Mendez © 2013
Flicker, Flicker, FadeWe cannot controlburning flames of the Candle.Flicker, flicker, fade...
yoke makes me sweatheat waves rummagethrough pockets of tired skin,[as I'm] choking on wilting airas some kindof bondage.beating the sunback down to night --cramping stars inthe sky take awaysex burned in me.(this doesn't make me a heliophile, because at night I am God)
i will think about youi will think about youwhen i'm walking down the streetpassing through sheets of timei will think about youbeneath the trees on a sunny daywith a cold cup of worryi will think about youevery time the sea kisses my toesand the sun dances on my what-ifsi will think about youwhen i am alone while you drink your coffeeand the world has bid our corpses peacei will think about youwhen unfamiliar voices whisper goodnights to my earand rough fingers intertwine with minei will think about you
Phantom LoveI see youYou're my picture perfect tragedyAt once you meant the world to meAnd now I just don't knowYou're a beautyYour every word inspired meMy heart soars when you smile at meAnd now you tear me downSo I love youBut days pass - I don't feel the sameThe ups and downs, an endless gameAnd what have I to showBut my tearsAnd a weakened smile you're counting onTo know that I'm still holding onTo know that I'm still yoursAnd whose am I?A thousand suitors take the claimAnd I'm nothing but a pretty faceWith an ever burning nameBut the truth isThat you broke my heart and I don't knowIf I can or really want to goTo what we had beforeSee, I'm hurtingAnd when I sit alone with youMy emotions play like shadows on the floor.
Sta.sh
