~Kobalteghost
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Blueberries from aboveMy muffin lay before me, Baked by man, and most importantly It was stuffed tight With hand picked blueberry.Blueberries from above
But I knew better than to let The muffin vendor trick me there. The creation held some other secret The depths of which, I was unaware. But I always believed, The dough knew the answer And the blueberries were the key. I saw then as I cross sectioned My muffin along a certain,
Precise point, Clear blue cross Straight from heaven
That surely God did annoint.
That heavenly crucifix of love In his blueberries
by ~Kobalteghost
ImpasseWe walk along in opposite directions Marching bravely along the same bend. My destination is your beginning, At my start you find your eventual end. You come to me as I come to you. We stop, in each other's way. Hindered, annoyed At the problematic impasse.Impasse
I go right, You go left, And we end up Closer than before.
It continues as I walk ever right As you continue left in brash paces, and we get more and more Into each other's faces. But still we're positive Both sure that the other
Will give up sooner,
Head the ot
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FacadeRed White Black Yellow.Facade
In small, perfect squares They spiral off along the wall. Each colour shouts triumphantly
As the tiles address them all.
Red White Black
Yellow
The mosaic curves so intricately, Each tile is perfectly set
Amongst the others in it’s quarter. As if each spent a lifetime Settling itself in the mortar.
Drawing back I see The extension of the pattern. Marvel at its brilliance, But something is the matter.
The small squares drown each other out. I see the pi
by ~Kobalteghost
OpenedIn errant social commentary, On how we’ve supposedly decayed; In that over obvious irony, The minimalist complains:Opened
“This is what art is reduced to?”
Painting three lines on the wall. I’ll paint four, Be worth more.
Or struggling, Listen to the poetically illiterate As they hopelessly alliterate Their failed formulaic floundering.
That can of soup needs no understanding Just open the damn thing up.
I think I get it now But what’s the point? Is it lost in the endless feedback loop, Or jammed sideways, stuck,
by ~Kobalteghost
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- Current Residence: Winnipeg, Manitoba
- Interests: airsoft, books, computers, guns, interests, writing
- Favourite movie: Bladerunner, Buffalo 66
- Favourite band or musician: bôa (right now)
- Favourite genre of music: Classic rock
- Favourite artist: Zdzislaw Beksinski
- Favourite poet or writer: Robert Heinlein
- Operating System: Windows 2000, resist chaaange!
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp
- Favourite game: Fallout 2
- Favourite gaming platform: PC, i dislike consoles
- Favourite cartoon character: The coyote, why can't he win?
- Personal Quote: life's a fish and then you fry
- Tools of the Trade: Digital camera, baseball bat, flowers
- Email: thevaultdweller@hotmail.com
- AIM: ask plz
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UHF ANTENNA || visual arts, digital culture and infornography.
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MK: >8| FALCON PUNCH!!!
Ben:
you have some pretty interesting stuff here yourself. nice job.
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-watch yourself, i'm like superman...whoa-
you have very unique way with words - a somewhat symbioyic force superseeds the innermost levels of your works. brilliant
see ya again soon
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get, off, my joo-joo beads.
see ya
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thanks for taking the time to come check out the gallery
kinda of ya.
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and a hush falls over the room - quiet salute - for you
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Please visit my prints CATalogue [link]
ill see u 2!
u have really nice workz
friendz!
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*Un papillon avec des ailes, ça peut s'envoler très haut dans les airs et voir des millions d'étoiles ! ^^*
© ~Tipap`
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