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Duty Calls For

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©. Oct. 22, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

Title: Duty Calls For

Medium: Acrylic on Canvas

Size: 11” X 14”

Date: 10/22/23

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Signature on bottom right side

Title on bottom left side

Date on right side

Size on top left side 

Poem in center

Dead Acrimonies

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©. Sept. 19, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

Title: Dead Acrimonies

Medium: Acrylic on Canvas

Size: 11” X 14”

Date: 9/19/2023

Poem on back:

Of grandiose visions, she could sleep standing up.

Many men attempted to book flights to her lips.

You were called to be a swain; she called for a pup

With unbridled undertakings and fun-filled trips.

When she gives first-time feelings, she is what matters.

“Splurge money on the sunshine, but you’re still not mine.”

Overnight architects reinforced walls like tours.

Try to groom her pup because she is beyond fine.

She is a wonderful rendition of wonders.

Why, her hair is the color of raw bee pollen?

She is a rosy-cheeked woman with heart-shaped lips.

Her heart-shaped face was crestfallen with many men,

Winnowing wheat in the dark, just to see her hips.

If you don’t think she’s hot, you have glass in your eyes

Like committing perjury behind a stained glass

When you notice her noble posture, time dies.

Her calm demeanor is always covered in class.

She is a wonderful rendition of wonders.

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To Become A Saint

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©. July 16, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

The boy from

Humble beginnings

Noticed

Nouveau-riche crybullies.

Even the poor

Gaslighted him

Like chewed bubble gum

On a wall,

Falling on arms,

Which warmed him

Until tomorrow

Touched seven seas.

Wateriness

Tolerated it ,

How tears dropped,

But he was small.

Viewed like moistened dung

On windshield wipers,

Smeared on

A cracked windshield,

Jaws dropped

Like tears dropped,

Then they bursted out

In laughter, unbothered.

He grew

Into an

Insufferable hotness

Like hotness killed.

At least he was

No longer musty

And no longer

Unfathered.

That day he saw

Humans with clothes

That were so

1984,

Was the same day

He was known

As a gentle

And generous man.

It drizzled

At the art exhibit,

But he wanted

To explore,

Talking to a

Fine artist so long,

They thought

He was lesser than.

When viewed

As the odd couple

With odd jobs,

Minutes turned into hours.

She tried

Selling her fine artwork,

Then returned

Talking to the man.

Yes, the man,

Who offered to buy

All of her artwork

Like flowers.

He sold her

Artwork online,

Then she became famous

With a plan.

When her

Other artwork

Was sold in

Secondary art markets,

He was viewed

As the

Expression of

I told you that I love you’s.

Good that she had time

To talk when he

Took cash out of

His pockets.

She didn’t date

And break up with him

Without him knowing

The news.

They were

Still together,

Being in

Perfect synchronicity.

Walks with her

Without being stopped

By the police

Would’ve been great.

The drizzle

Turned to rain,

Then they ran

Without umbrellas like free.

It was messy:

Charcoal was broken

And paint was splattered

With hate.

They survived,

But art

Didn’t belong

In the incinerator,

Burning with

Unbridled passion

As if though art

Was everywhere.

The art that perished

Turned valueless,

Then surpassed

An amateur.

They perfected

Their prowess,

But retired

Like nobody would care.

It was a

Mere dream

And he learned to accept

That it was a dream.

“Do you want

To go to Indiana,”

His thoughtful

Mother said.

“Sure,” he said,

Then took trains

And buses like he parked

In a Gulf stream.

She came along,

Then long lost relatives

That could’ve

Been dead.

“Hey. How is it going?

What have

You been up to?

Do you still draw?”

Oh, they’ve mistook

Drawing for painting,

Then when he talked,

He was hushed.

“You still live

With your mom,”

His auntie told him

Like it was the law.

His little cousins said,

“You still live

With your mother

And was crushed.

“Do you

Have a girlfriend,”

A boy said,

Leaning on his self-esteem”

“Do you have a job”

A girl said,”

Then all of the

Bright children laughed.

He applied for jobs

While they teased

A life that

He couldn’t redeem.

His embarrassed

Mother belittled him,

Yet seemed to be

His raft.

“When are you

Getting a job,”

She said,

Then others laughed at his life.

“I’m going downtown,”

He said,

Then she said,

“You don’t have to tell me.”

She tried to

Come along

Unannounced,

So he’d never find a wife.

“You’re going to

Paint a picture of me,”

She said

Like he was 3.

He hardly

Ever went

Anywhere alone

Because she would come.

When he saw

A woman that he liked,

His mother greeted

Her first

She could’ve

Complained

About customers service

Like “Where she’s from?”

“Pull your pants up,”

He was told,

But his belt was tight

With a heart cursed.

He didn’t

Want to

See relatives,

But several visited.

“Do you have a job,”

He heard again,

Every time

They came about.

Art galleries

Rejected his work

And his heart

Was unlisted.

Art students

Were more than

Critics versus pushovers

That would pout.

“I’m going

To order

A bed for my son,”

The mom said loudly.

He heard her

On the phone

In public,

Even talking about him.

“He can’t swim

And he hates

Spicy foods,”

She said with a cup of tea.

She talked

About the neighbors

And his every move,

And she was grim.

Did he hear

About how

Someone drank

Much sodium hydroxide?

Did he hear

About the gang members

And cops

Shooting anyone?

It’s unsafe

To travel alone;

It’s unsafe

To select a side.

It’s unsafe

To have fun

As if art is worse

Than owning a gun.

It was not

Like he did graffiti,

But where was

His protection?

He was his

Biggest critic

And rejection

Smelling like oil paint.

“You still live with

Your mom,”

Someone said,

Like she lived in perfection.

He still lived,

But would rather

Die early,

Just to become a saint.

Made In A Diplomat

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©. 7/13/23. All Rights Reserved.

Title: Made In A Diplomat

Medium: Acrylic on Canvas

Size: 11” X 14”

Date: 7/13/23

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That Blessed Woman

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©. June 28, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

Title: That Blessed Woman

Medium: Acrylic on Wood Panel

Size: 12” X 12”

Date: 6/28/23