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Feeling High   Leave a comment

Purple Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

About the time

I’m feeling high

I start acting funny

But don’t know why

 

Today becomes the day after today

Or is it the end of time

Only to be floating in

An ocean of deathless life

  

Feeling gratitude for God’s gift

Awaking the soul

Becoming void as I was

When I was not yet

  

“Turn from gazing after.”

To kiss the sky

Devoid of all

Foreign images

 

Only to be

Born again

From inside the outside

Looking in

 

Jimi had a spell

On his brain

Purple in color

Inspired by a Haze

 

Deluded by doubt

“Am I happy or in misery?”

To be answered not in the words

But the color of the font

— kenne

Tree By The Tanque Verde Wash   2 comments

Tree by the Tanque Verde Wash — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Whatever you hold in your mind will tend to occur in your life.
If you continue to believe as you have always believed,
you will continue to act as you have always acted.
If you continue to act as you have always acted,
you will continue to receive what you have always received.
If you want different results in your life or your work,
all you have to do is change your mind.”

— Unknown

Desert Abstract Art   1 comment

Desert Abstract Art-72Desert Abstract Art by kenne

The colors of earth and sky
come together to paint
my Sonoran desert picture.

It’s beauty is in the contrasts
that blend together
creating a Zen moment

in time where old and new
mark our existence
in the presence of nature.

— kenne

Mesquite Seed Pods   Leave a comment

Mesquite Seed Pods — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Geometric Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Geometric Grange Art by kenne

Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour

Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.

This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:

Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.

Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.

Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one …
How high that highest candle lights the dark.

Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.

— Wallace Stevens

I Gaze At A Distant Spot   Leave a comment

Getty Negative-art-72Abstract Photo-Artistry by kenne

I gaze at a distant spot
turning dark and out of focus.

Slowly the lights go out
asking questions of the moon.

Only the mountains now
gaze at a distant spot.

— kenne

Messages On The Wall   2 comments

French Quarter-14-art-72Street Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne

messages on the wall
what you read
may not be
what you see

messages left behind
by those having
something to say
in pictures or words

messages of anger
messages of love
messages to the world
never pointless

sometimes
I think
sometimes
I don’t

I got the words
I got the pictures
I got the messages
I got the blame

soon to be 
torn down, or
painted over
by censors

tomorrow new thoughts
will create new messages
rescue me before I
fall into despair

— kenne

I See You   Leave a comment

Canyon AbstractI See You — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Look at us,
we look alike —
similar lines,
curves,
colors,
so much in
common.

We came together
seeking
to be one, 
asymmetry of 
differences
reflected
in the other
as a circle of one. 

Connected by
the rhythm
of wave lines,

slowly becoming
lost
in a moving maze —
drowning
in a sea of
self-indifference.

Look again,
our eyes looking
beyond the other —
connections weakening
in our

once upon a time
circle of one.

Our circle of one,
now a reflection,
a hurtful delusion
of what was,
leaving only
a few 
lines
connecting
the symmetry of
pleasure and pain,
vanished as a whole.

Fabric
of the whole
lost,
no longer
a balance
between
pleasure 
and pain,
now a distant
Dylan sound,
“Behind
every beautiful thing,
there’s some
kind of pain.” 

— kenne

Thoughts Abound In These Times   Leave a comment

Thoughts Abound — Photo-Artistry by kenne

3.
OF persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies,
         wealth, scholarships, and the like;
To me, all that those persons have arrived at, sinks
         away from them, except as it results to their
         Bodies and Souls,
So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked;
And often, to me, each one mocks the others, and
         mocks himself or herself,
And of each one, the core of life, namely happiness,
         is full of the rotten excrement of maggots,
And often, to me, those men and women pass unwit-
         tingly the true realities of life, and go toward
         false realities,
And often, to me, they are alive after what custom has
         served them, but nothing more,
And often, to me, they are sad, hasty, unwaked son-
         nambules, walking the dusk.

— from “Thoughts” by Walt Whitman

Burning Art   1 comment

IBC Abstract II“Burning Art” — Abstract by kenne

 

Native Boy   Leave a comment

Abstract ArtNative Boy — Abstract Art by kenne

“If I died now,” he said, “you would hardly remember me when you are my age.”

He said it for no apparent reason, and the angel of death hovered for a moment in the

cool shadows of the office and flew out again through the window, leaving a trail of

feathers fluttering in his wake, but the boy did not see them.”

— Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

2006 Abstract   1 comment

Abstract I 6-11-09 II Angel In The Vortex-2-Edit-1-Van Gough-72Angel In The Vortex — Abstract by kenne
Van Gogh Colors On The Original Abstract, 2006 

 “Life exists only at this very moment,

and in this moment it is infinite and eternal,

for the present moment is infinitely small;

before we can measure it, it has gone,

and yet it exists forever….”

— Alan Watts

 

Times of Difficulty   Leave a comment

Tosh Lawrence Nature WalkAbstract Art by Kenne

In times of difficulty
We review the damage.

A door we walked through
From time to time

Before pivoting toward
a newer image of risk.

— kenne

What Is Poetry? — My Thoughts   1 comment

Mother8.13.05a-72“Mother” — Abstract Art by kenne

Decoding Poetry

Poetry,
what is it?
Is it not all things
we experience —

Feelings?
Thoughts?
Ideas?
Wisdom?
Beauty?
Music?
Art?
In human existence?

Yet,
some claim
the words of poetry,
as if anointed
announcing to the world,
“I know the code!”

Poetry is not a code,
allowing entrance
only to a few
fettered and packaged
for the scholarly.

If I experience
my life
in the words of another,
it is poetry?
For it is I
who holds the code
to my existence.

In the end,
there is no right
or wrong answer –
Poetry is like dancing,
if it feels good,
do it!

— kenne

Seeing With Eyes Closed   Leave a comment

Gene @ Drafter'sSeeing With Eyes Closed — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Dance to the music

Suddenly they lift their shirts

Seeing with eyes closed.

— kenne

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