Love’s Periple At Quad City Arts

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Love’s Periple is going to be exhibited at Quad City Arts.

The link to the art exhibit is below:

https://facebook.com/events/s/art-on-lockdown-rock-island-ga/619258945755782/

Title: Love’s Periple

Size: 11″ X 14″

Medium: Acrylic on canvas

Date: 5/25/2020

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How to play:

Roll the die to see how many spaces you move your pawn. If the die lands on a 1, you answer 1 positive thing your opponent asks.If the die lands on a 2, you answer 2 positive things your opponent asks. If the die lands on a 3, you answer three positive things your opponent asks. If the die lands on a 4, you answer 4 negative things your opponent asks. If the die lands on a 5, you answer 5 negative things your opponent asks. If the die lands on a 6, you answer 6 negative things your opponent asks. If you refuse to say a positive thing about your opponent, you lose 50 points. If you refuse to say a negative thing about your opponent, you lose 25 points. The person to gain the most points wins. Land on different blocks to gain or lose points.

Positive points: Wedding ring: 50 points/ you got a promotion 20 points l/ You’re wealthy: 45 points/ New car: 15 points/ New house: 20 points/ Baby: 30 points/ Remember partner’s anniversary/ Birthday: 45 points/ Save your partner’s life: 45 points/ Got your dream job: 40 points/ Lifetime achievement: 25 points/ Vacation: 30 points/ Trip to the movies: 40 points/ 5 star restaurant: 35 points/ Learn a new language: 20 points

Negative points:

Lost wedding ring: -50 points/ Your partner cheated on you: -20 points/ You’re in the hospital: -45 points/ Your car breaks down: -15 points/ Parent’s house on fire: -20 points/ Rejection: -30 points/ Forget partner’s anniversary/Birthday: -45 points/ Someone you love dies: -45 points/ Struggle to pay the bills: -45 points/ Got fired: -25 points/ Child support: -30 points/ Got arrested: -40 points/Drugs: -35 points/ Jealous ex: -20 points

Prayers Answered

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Title: Prayers Answered

Medium: Acrylic on canvas with air drying clay/ acrylic on sculpture

Size: 11” X 14”

Date: 9/25/2021

The sculpture is included. This piece is about a female having the power to cut the hardships out of her life. The shackles represents where she cannot head, the game controller represents her being played with/manipulated, the handcuffs represent her suffering, and her being armless represents her being defenseless. She can visibly defend herself after cutting out the bad things from her life.

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Unnatural Caveman

© Sept. 19, 2021. All Rights Reserved.

The overcaring can be overbearing 

To the naked eye. 

Shelter me until I communicate 

Like a caveman and die. 

When we go outdoors, our trips

Are like half-read family reunions. 

There’s welcoming arms and I feel 

Uninvited from the complaints. 

I’ve heard of the phrase, “Make yourself

At home,” but I’ve longed the seasons. 

I’ve longed the reasons to love, 

But adulthood taught me self-restraint. 

If I sleep early, I will not be 

Adorned in golden greasepaint. 

I’m certain I can kiss without lusting, 

But I refuse to kiss, 

Falling in love with a hit or miss 

Until the world can feel bliss. 

I refuse to accept that I’ll 

Live with my parents forever, 

Promising my soulmate heaven on Earth 

Without salvation. 

My life’s a fiasco wheresoever, 

But I found love’s clever. 

My smile was stolen from the 

Lost and found and no one remembers. 

I wanted to be worse than 

Sodom and Gomorrah with chauffeurs. 

Those loving desolate hearts

May cling onto the desolated

Ceasing seaborne war cries as if though

Their body’s armour-plated. 

May a mistake supersede my love

With paraphernalia, 

Over the cascading depths 

Of the underwater waterfalls? 

Unseen like Tasmanian tigers, 

With the stench of Cirripedia, 

And like a misspoken word, I’m treated

Better by rainfall. 

If I showcase verisimilitude, 

Am I a know-it-all? 

Before I leave, I’m asked 

A million questions about the future,

Making me a dependent monster, 

Stuck learning literature. 

The mentally challenged overshadow

The hobbies I relish. 

Like embellished diamonds on a 

Missing watch said to, “Not exist.”

Demons ask, “Where I’m going,” 

Like turning a rose fish devilish. 

Water is for the humans, 

For I’m heftier than closed fists. 

Maybe my sentences cut katana swords 

Like they cut wrists. 

Told that I can accomplish anything

By those later mocking, 

My self-esteem can experience

Numbness like dreams lip-locking. 

If my eyes are buried, my heart’s 

Sleepwalking, but I can’t accept. 

May I adapt to prisons with or without 

Bars where I’m confined? 

When I develop white hairs, 

The love I dream of may be backswept. 

The friends I share may be windblown, 

Vanishing before a deadline. 

What love, if her fleshly desires 

Are mistaken for a dollar sign? 

What love, for I was told 

The female gender carry diseases. 

My biological mother went south

Like collecting marquises.  

I was instructed to never open

The front door for strangers. 

If I date anyone, my family 

Want her into Jesus, 

But I rebuke showing her 

My upbringing of mental dangers. 

The Age of Reason was late; 

My privacy, the world discusses. 

Which Jesus; I’ve seen how

Televised women brought about fusses. 

When I go shopping, my wardrobe 

Is handpicked like it’s treasonous. 

The one won’t see my individuality; 

Life’s a circus. 

Once upon a time, all compliments

Were written on confetti. 

I mustn’t have to say that 

“I don’t want an origami heart.”

When I’ve gotten closer to myself, 

More I felt like nobody. 

My home doesn’t have to provide 

The state-of-the-art with go-karts. 

Tough like oxhearts or oxen, 

Manuals age with its counterparts. 

Everywhere I go, a relative travels; 

My texts are eyed. 

If women flirt, 

My family tells their side. 

“What’s your name,” then 

A relative may answer for me, jokingly. 

If I could blot out my childhood, 

It’ll likely be every page. 

I’m advised to be respectful,

Only to hear profanity. 

Only when the world sins, it’s their 

Personal choice like they’re engaged. 

May they be married to sin like

Struggles or practices upstaged? 

Freemasons despise me like the FBI,  

Where I’m blacklisted. 

When I wanted to know the truth, 

That’s when Jesus Christ assisted. 

Demons are worshipped like the FBI

With the theme of drama, 

Framing the innocent

For premeditated generations. 

Clearly, I’m  not on a red carpet,

But they’ll share a diorama. 

Mortal motivation can be

Hindered by intimidation. 

With Jesus, there’s no fear and

Humbleness is a celebration. 

A Time-Lapse With Her

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How do I start this story 

Without rewriting my heart?

What’s the best category? 

I would fix problems with art. 

The solution is Jesus. 

I can’t focus on past moons, 

Full of our genealogies. 

Analyzing octoroons, 

Like Titus 3:9 agrees. 

Well, I’ve got a lot to tell. 

I’ve dreamt of productive love

Like wounds soul kissing iodine, 

Sharing life with her above, 

But that’s not the centerline, 

For we’d both love the flawless. 

Praying that her bliss is mine, 

My foremothers would worry

About everything that’s fine. 

Resistance could turn blurry 

As a risk fairly defiled. 

A risk I’m willing to take

Is innovating my fondness.

Light a fire for a firebreak

And may we relieve the stress,

If the pages turn to dust? 

When someone jumps on train tracks, 

Make them not electrocute, 

Like motion tech with flashbacks. 

These trains can wait like lawsuits. 

Second thoughts show discipline. 

Wherever there’s poverty, 

Plant fruits and vegetables. 

We can create from debris. 

Keep us all in fine fettles. 

She’ll see me not showing off. 

Pay them for good behavior. 

Children can live in mansions. 

We’d all have the same savior, 

Witnessing love expansions. 

All secrets would be expunged. 

Pedestrians would have bridges

To avoid car accidents

And I’d sit on roof ridges

Watching the upper events. 

Many days may come to pray. 

Give those the shirt off my back

And try not pressing record, 

Learning how gossip can smack. 

The one may find me explored. 

Did she pass by or away? 

Because I’m black, I feel worse? 

Then stop calling me a roach. 

Insults hate me in reverse. 

Now, she may never approach, 

But men should do the hunting. 

Men should also own houses

With expensive vehicles, 

Does she want pricy blouses? 

She wants what the wind tickles. 

There’s no permission to cry. 

Greater dreams can be taboo. 

Greater affection turns broad. 

Idols, if we follow through, 

But not like an act of God. 

I don’t want to be worshipped. 

Further, I could write about

Our love in time-lapse footage

Prolong the riddles with drought. 

In doubt, that’s life’s privilege, 

To get answers in return.