Tag: Acrylics
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Why Choose?
Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why? Why Choose? Personally, I ‘prefer’ wherever I am, not only in the moment, but seasonally and ‘migrationally’… Right now, I prefer the High Sonoran Desert, where I currently live. In years gone by, that preference was for lake, river, and ocean shores, and occationally, the vertical faces…
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Deamweaver
Dreamweaver secret murderin the drawing room the queen of Egypta fallen flame a moon markedtrilogy of mortalsdescended onCrescent City kidnapped thewatchmaker’s daughterstole the magician’s diarya glimmer of the other hex the witchthe charmerthe saintthe sinner in the palace oflost dreamsshackled to thedreamweaver –LE – 11/16/25
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Deconstructing Sin
Deconstructing Sin What is sina fopauxintentional or notanother kind oftransgressionegregious or nota crime againstsocial individualmurder theftdeceit in other wordsis it puttingyourself firstin all thingssurvival ofthe fittestbeating breakingthe systemplaying byyour own orno rules sin is a wordan idea some finduseful and appealingin feeling betterabout themselvesfor their mis-perceivedconceivedlack thereofand thereforemore worthy oflife’s gifts andpleasuresrationalizationsfor turningblind eyes toperils…
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Arabica
Arabica This faded old mansion, trying to recapture its bygone glory by housing this want-to-be cool, trendy, campus coffee house, has the atmosphere of some ancient, feral, watering hole, hunting ground. You can feel the eyes and hot breath of its denizens, circling, watching, ready to pounce. Prey and predator are easily distinguishable. Prey, no…
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A Philosophical Journey
I’m sure there are a few readers who find some of my views incredulous, can’t understand how they could be so, considering our current ‘reality’, based on the prejudices of our society. Hopefully, this will inform, if perhaps not, justify…; -) A Philosophical Journey Started at mother’s kneeadded to by the gatekeeperof our societyour fathers,…
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Colors Before My Eyes
Colors Before My Eyes Purples and greensRoll up before myClosed eyesAlong with scenes From my idioticRomanticSometimes pedanticForgotten memories Too many timesSmashed out of meBy brass-knuckledReality Only rememberedIn quiet timesWith my ancientEyes closed –LE – 9/6/25
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Late August Sunday Morning Ride
Late August Sunday Morning Ride The 7:am airVery warm and dryWhite paintbrush dabsIn the northern skyLike waves-crestsOn a tranquil blueSea Long morning shadowsCast across our pathA strobelight effectDisorienting in its aspectDodging skinksSlow to react Saw a hawkI thinkToo far awayTo be sureCertainly lookedLike a hawkishLanding on thatDead tree branchAs it surveyedThe riverbedBelow Lots of bikers…
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Free Will
Free Will I’ve been thinking about the idea of human feelings and emotions being ‘biochemical algorithms’ developed over millions of years on the East African savannahs as defined by Yuval Noah Harari in his books, Sapiens and Homo Deus. It certainly leads to the conclusion that there is no such thing as ‘free will’, just…
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Dreams
Dreams There are dreamsAnd there are dreamsDepending on your definition Some call aspirations, creative goalsPhysical, mental, social, economicDreams, but really, only remote possibilities Then there are the Sandman dreamsThe subconscious cleansing ofThe brain, while in sleep-mode The dust devil cleansingLand of Morpheus dreamsAre more preferable to me than The waking nightmare we inhabit dailyWhile climate,…
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