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 amoving 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.”
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.
Soria, in blue mountains,
on the fields of violet,
how often I’ve dreamed of you
on the plain of flowers,
where the Guadalquiviŕ runs
past golden orange-trees
to the sea.
I See You — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Thoughts Abound — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Burning Art” — Abstract by kenne
Native Boy — Abstract Art by kenne
Angel In The Vortex — Abstract by kenne
Abstract Art by Kenne
“Mother” — Abstract Art by kenne
Seeing With Eyes Closed — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Abstract Art by kenne
Lost Universe — Abstract Art by kenne
Music Explosion — Abstract Art by kenne
