©. Mar. 31, 2023. All Rights Reserved.
Month: March 2023
Fashion-ville Sketch
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Fashion: Cargo Jeans with Paint Palette Design Pocket
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Don’t Stop Loving
©. Mar. 27, 2023. All Rights Reserved.
Don’t stop loving
Because you feel nothing,
Nevertheless, you felt my potential.
As if financial reparations
Are coming with taxes,
You felt my mornings.
The influential talks
Are meaningless memories
Like you’re likely illegal.
You felt my afternoons
Like sweets in panic rooms,
But who dies from engagement rings?
The evenings were like searching for
The keys if the house
Was burning down to the ground
And the nights were like searching for
Gated communities
That wouldn’t let me in.
If I don’t talk much
And if I talk too much,
Then I may never see you around.
If I act just right,
Then your friends may be in your ear,
So I know that I can’t win.
A woman who can
Put a value on her body
Can put a value on you.
Rule makers or trendsetters
Can dress the streets, defile it,
Then blame it on the truth.
The crowds teased me
Into a midnight drought
And my shoes were talking with a curfew.
Do you hate life like an eviction notice
On the same path
To a voting booth?
Don’t stop loving
When you’re hurting,
But it’s your life.
Don’t stop loving.
I think you love the streets.
Did you learn your lesson?
Can you afford a selfless love
Like colleges and universities
Made free
And listen to me
After I make mistakes
Instead of hearing and unspeaking?
Networking with tight-lipped communities
Are ongoing
Because there’s good in me.
Then you try to instill
The grudge in me
With consistent mockery while crying.
Like a mad parent says,
“You’re not allowed to date
Until you’re 21-years-old,
Some say “You’re not allowed
To leave the house until you’re married,”
And some don’t marry.
Some children leave and some die,
But they have one life to live,
And are told what they’re told.
Grownups are insulted by minors
And other grownups
Like it’s necessary.
Like a girlfriend begging you
For a business loan
When she can just have the money,
Maybe you will love me
When you need me,
Like when you want me to get into fights.
“I can’t wait to argue and compare
My life to other folks,
Just to disagree.
I can’t wait to look and sound tough,
Have the same favorite colors,
And hate my rights.”
Don’t stop loving
When you’re hurting,
But it’s your life.
Don’t stop loving.
I think you love the streets.
Did you learn your lesson?
While you laugh at the trauma
And tarnished careers,
The police are bringing you tears.
A setback, comeback, and payback
Should not be focused on
Because you’ll die one day.
Who cares about a goodbye
Because I stopped caring
Like your love really had fears.
Are you testing me by placing money
On the ground
When you’re not going to stay?
There was already miscommunication,
Then there’s a new slang word
In the use.
The truth is that I dislike disagreements
And can’t fathom
Overnight yelling.
I don’t want to take God’s name in vain
Or use profanity
Like it’s drug abuse.
I’d rather be uncool,
But not a cold person
With fictional storytelling.
Are you offended
If I’m too shy or too outgoing
Or am I defensive?
Don’t forfeit your future
And the whole shebang
Because the rap music is playing,
Influencing you to be promiscuous,
But if I tell the facts,
It’s subjective.
They call stopping life protection
And would rather have you silent
If you’re praying.
Don’t stop loving
When you’re hurting,
But it’s your life.
Don’t stop loving.
I think you love the streets.
Did you learn your lesson?
Something Something Pack
©. Mar. 25, 2023. All Rights Reserved.
A Person Said
©. Mar. 21, 2023. All Rights Reserved.
Ooh.
Ooh.
He said.
She said.
Ooh.
Ooh.
He said.
She said.
Watch your back.
Watch your back.
“Life’s my inspiration,” he said.
“Do you have a girlfriend,” she said.
He can get roses when he’s dead.
His meal ticket is straight ahead.
“Hahahahahaha,” she said.
He pretends she said what he said.
“You don’t have a girlfriend,” she said.
When he paints, it’s all in his head.
The brushstrokes makes him go to bed,
Looking around his surroundings.
Ooh.
Ooh.
He said.
She said.
Ooh.
Ooh.
He said.
She said.
Watch your back.
Watch your back.
“I want to sell my art,” he said.
“But you can’t sell your art,” she said.
Who wants to be a sleepyhead?
Anyone can paint and drop dead.
“The painting’s not finished,” he said.
“Anyone’s an artist,” she said.
Then he remembers what she said.
All of his work are painted red.
Abandoned like his featherbed.
The paint he wore smeared on her lips.
Ooh.
Ooh.
He said.
She said.
Ooh.
Ooh.
He said.
She said.
Watch your back.
Watch your back.
“College trained me for this,” he said.
“You’re a starving artist,” she said.”
A house painter said what she said.
Car paint jobs cost more than the dead.
The neighborhood knows what she said.
“Someone stole my idea,” he said.
“Think of a new idea,” she said.
He may give up on art instead.
“My lips have paint on them,” she said.
She kisses his canvas, then yells.
Ooh.
Ooh.
He said.
She said.
Ooh.
Ooh.
He said.
She said.
Watch your back.
Watch your back.
“I want to paint the world,” he said.
The whole wide world knows what she said.
What if he paints a newlywed,
Then skips the part where he breaks bread?
“The painting is unsold,” he said.
“And it’s a priceless waste,” she said.
This story’s based on what she said.
Maybe he’ll paint his big bald head.
“I don’t need a buyer” he said.
He spends time thinking ahead.
It’s Her Again
©. Mar. 19, 2023. All Rights Reserved.
Rich and Famous
©. Mar. 16, 2023. All Rights Reserved.
If I was rich and famous,
Would I remain rich and famous?
Would I be a promising philanthropist
From peer pressure?
Here’s a lecture about
Why I’m not jealous of this fungus.
This distasteful destiny
That’s pursued like an inspector
By millions of fans where babies
Learn my name before their own
And the elderly will
Even listen to me for advice.
I’d rather be disowned by this washed-up
World because I’m grown.
I don’t want to be well known
And my soul doesn’t have a price.
The cons of rolling the die just to not
Be murdered and cloned,
Just to not have my privacy invaded
With cameras,
And just to not be used
For amusement with a life postponed,
Is like smiling at the sunshine
For prolonged hours, just because.
Why sell my soul to the devil
In a world that has racism
Where they can assume anyone
Is racist and prejudice?
It has fascism, classism, and ableism,
Yet has activism.
Remove the sexism and ageism,
But most will reminisce.
The secrecy of subliminally
Promoting evil
While claiming that I don’t worship
The devil, would be insane.
The irony it would be,
But everyone is capable,
Just as much as being gullible
To gushing Mary Jane.
Because I worship Jesus,
I’ve been conditioned to be a prude.
I’m nonviolent and refuse
To tell a fib, so they hate me.
If I was a celebrity,
Then I’d be overly viewed,
And people would criticize me
Even when I feel lonely.
That moment when I’m not speaking
Loud enough, am I unheard?
The words I say may sound
Like something totally different.
All of these homonyms can make me
Not want to say a word.
Mistake gorilla for guerrilla
Like “You know what I meant.”
Would you forgive me
If I’m too shy to see wealth on a shelf?
Just so you know, I don’t think
I know how to be romantic
And I used to think
That I can love this all by myself.
All down the rabbit hole,
Could it be you who is my sidekick?
Call a child beautiful,
Then she’s in a tournament with yours.
For our sanity, it’s somewhat good
That we aren’t fruitful.
It’s great that we can focus on ourselves
While at superstores
And greater that malice is in the dirt,
But we can’t cuddle.
We are in war zones
With sovereign citizens and demons.
I can’t show you my heart right now
Because I’m protecting it.
I’ve been in time out my entire life
Away from my loved ones.
Distractions like saying “Cheese”
To the camera makes me quit.
When I bail myself out of your mouth
It can be your best day.
I am your future, but if you kiss me,
I could die.
The day you try, is the day you learn
That I live, but I pray.
Take my breath away from this Earth,
So that I am in the sky.
Take me to your pressure points,
But in the privacy of home.
Surely, I want your knees to buckle
When you think about me,
But they can easily buckle
From no matter where we roam.
If you don’t want the same,
It’s whatever without a maybe.
I could roam the bustling cities
And tease you about it.
I could tease the world
Like a director’s cut about the rich,
Foreshadowing the moment
That every woman will submit.
When you’re mad about your girlfriend,
I’ll turn her into a witch.
Pat yourself on the back
That I refuse to take advantage,
And that I refuse to indulge
In any form of magic.
I don’t want want worldly role models
Even if they pay homage
And I don’t want to be an understatement
Like a matchstick.
What would leave me unprepared
For the devil and his angels
Is practicing yoga on a luxury yacht
With side chicks.
Only if I knew who to trust,
But all I see are devils
And I do not need yoga
And I do not need politics.
Do I have to explain myself
To a bully who’s somber?
I’d rather be bonding
With a god-fearing friend who likes me,
Like a friend who will let me open
Their refrigerator.
I was born being hated,
So it’s okay if I’m lonely.
All FX Acrylic on Canvas Painting
©. Mar. 15, 2023. All Rights Reserved.
Title: All FX
Medium: Acrylic on canvas
Size:12” X 16”
Date: 3/14/23
Fashion: Weird Stuff
©. Mar. 12, 2023. All Rights Reserved.