Pictures
& Poems #6
Sef alias -//\\- has made some
wonderful poems to some of my pictures.
Here's a
collection.
Filled With Emptiness
by Lars
In the world of things unseen
Where darkness is the norm
All that emptiness we think we see
Is the source of spatial form.
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From the Life of the Amoebas
by Lars
These Silken amoebas:
Elegant
They slither through the slime
of Primordial Mud
Into eternal Life!
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Optimum Conditions
by Lars
The conditions today are Optimal
For finding the art in in the knots
Untangled, unsnarled, they fall into place
Out on the moor with the barbed-wire bots
The deep blue sea is swept up on shore
Up to the top 'o the hill
Mary and Maggie and Billy and Bo
All paid the piper with swill
Then landed on Mars, in the dusty red dirt
They picked up a crumpled candy wrap
By gosh, by golly, by gee,
They drew on the back a great big map
On an outer, outer crater life lay asleep
Waiting to be kissed alive
So they CPR'd the whole motley lot
'Til they got 'em in overdrive.
The Conditions now Optimum
They made a little art,
snapping all over the place
Skipping and hopping gravity free
They left not a track nor a trace!
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The Eyes of the Artist
by Lars
From the eyes of the artist
To to the eyes of the beholder.
Beauty in it's purest form
Projects itself from the screen of Mind
Into line, form, and exquisite color.
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The Eyes of the Artist #2
by Lars
The Eyes of the Artist
Unlike other eyes
Can see
Things that do not exist.
Or be
The Eyes of the Artist
Can see.
Dark and light
Day and night
Spectrums, shadows, and show.
Inside and outside
Humility and pride
Sweet, sour, ebb, and flow
The eyes of the Artist see is and was
They never, ever sleep
For the Eyes of the Artist have their root
In the land of the faceless deep.
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The Witches of MacBeth
by Lars
"...Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble..."
Little did the witches know
What beauty in the future'd be brewed
From old MacBeth's stories of them
The night he got so throughly stewed!
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Noname
by Lars
Noname drifting in a sea of nothing
Light and dark Formless form
Patterns of countless generations
From invisible nothingness born
tiny yellow flowers
shade beneath a tree
breezes gently blowing
upon the face of me...
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Upon The Stained Glass Sky
by Lars
A sandcastle would be perfect
bare feet to walk around
a little while to tarry there
then mosey on back to town
rummage up and down the back streets
then out to the boulevard
watch the pounding of chestnuts
in sombody's back yard
After that it's off to the forest
where rivers run swift and cold
mossy green coolness in the shadows
birdwings flashing gold
No there is no castle on the earth
can ever hope to compare
with the way we constantly build:
Our castles in the air.
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Art is...
by Lars
Art is the whole day long
and all night
it's the house we live in
and the sheets we pull up to
our chin in the middle of the night.
It's what we have for breakfast
and the chores that earn our bread,
It's the routes we take back and forth
and the lines we draw in our head.
Art is the bones and joints that squeak
and grind and groan all up and down our frame,
and even the day we were born, art's the one
they turned to when forced to choose our name.
Vive l'Art!!!!
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Sunset
by Lars
Hills of heather glow
In the light of rising sun
Blinding weak cave eyes
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An Isle in the Sky
by Lars
Your little island of twigs and grass
In a grayblue sky there floating
Must be home to millions of men
Microscopically grinning and gloating
About the fact that we can't see 'em
Nor interfere in efforts to free'em
Into a size more amenable to
This Zoom-Lens glass we see through!
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For No Reason
by Lars
"For No Reason"
...__but for one
This art was made
just for fun
But what is fun?
The word defies.
But we know therein
All Reason lies!
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For No Reason
by Lars
Beauty of the
Mind Etched
Petal to the Metal
It's another world
We live in!
no wait.
Not metal
Not glass
Not plastic,
Nor silk,
Nor any petal stuff we can name...
Then what?
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For No Reason
by Lars
first thing my mind jumped to was "Bionic!"
incredible!
like being able to see all
the cells at work..
.like a showing of
beauty of form in
perfect balance with
beauty of function...
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Reflections
by Lars
That's different!
It's only natural that I would see a
SEASHELL
Growing up from a dark ocean of
EARTH
Into more and more expansions of
SKY!
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A Circle
by Lars
Circles:
don't know what they are,
where they come from,
why,
or how,
These beautiful circles show
the earth, the sun, all of space,
beyond the beyond
through the spirit of the circle
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---ooOoo---
A Circle
Thoughts
Flowing
Never ending stream
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Reflections
by Lars
I wanted to see a reflection of a reflection
So I lugged a mirrow out to the lake.
(It was huge. I unglued it from the dresser.)
Say! Tell me..., __ Mirror, mirror,
by the lake
I see three skies.
Are two skies fake?
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Meeting the Antiquity
by Lars
I hope some day
Maybe off up in heaven
or on some other
little island in the sky,
I hope I get to see these and
all your other creations in a
a gallery. A Perfect for them
gallery. One I can see in my
minds eye plain as day,....
I can see me now.
Walking barefoot through some
Plain old everyday looking but
Enchanted forest,
Suddenly coming upon that
Gallery.
I stop.
I know what I have found.
Breathless
With beating heart
I enter.
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