Butterfly In A Dark Dream — Grunge At by kenne
— kenne
Mexican Yellow Butterfly — Grunge Art by kenne
I look to you
keyboard
to say something to me
to bring me some intuitive wisdom
to console me, construct me,
converge me
to send me a message through my fingers
and your page
to reveal something
I wish I already knew.
— from “something” by Carmen Tafolla
Mt. Lemmon Wildflower — Grunge Art by kenne
Wildflower morning
Brings brightness out of darkness
For the complete day.
— kenne
“Wired” — Computer Painting by kenne
a poem is
a dragonfly
darting near water
looking
for a place to rest upon
filled with freshness.
a poem is
of flight down
by the creekside —
standing water.
a poem is. . .
a poem is
wired.
— kenne
Charles Bukowski — Grunge Art by kenneThe Genius Of The Crowd – Poem by Charles Bukowski
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly Grunge Art by kenne
— Dylan Thomas
Golden Columbine — Grunge Art by kenne
— kenne
Desert Chicory Bouquet — Computer Art by kenne
For they spring fresh as the mountain flower
From the heart as pure and free
To my lips, and die for a word of power,
That would tell their depths to thee.
But like the flowers on the mountain side
That bloom through the wind and rain.
I will constant prove, whate’er betide,
Dear friend, though our paths are twain.
— from Mountain Flowers by Louisa Lawson
Cactus Wren Grunge Art by kenne
Art tries to create creates many possible futures futures in each moment moments of existence existences choosing reality realities from our experience experiences. -- kenne
House Wren — Grunge Art by kenne
— Alan W. Watts
Yellow Columbine — Grunge Art by kenne
— Steve Hagen
Barn Owl — Grunge Art by kenne
— Pope Paul VI
Grunge Art by kenne
Human Misery
The clock that strikes five before the sun –
A dark horror grips lonely people,
In the evening-garden bleak trees swish,
The dead one’s countenance stirs at the window.
Perhaps this hour stands still.
Before dull eyes blue images flutter
To the rhythm of the ships, which rock in the river.
At the wharf a row of nuns blows by.
Pale and blind girls play in the hazel bush,
Like lovers, who embrace in sleep.
Perhaps flies sing around a carcass there,
Perhaps also a child weeps in the mother’s lap.
From hands asters sink blue and red,
The youth’s mouth slips away strange and wise;
And eyelids flutter fear-confused and quiet;
Through fevered blackness a scent of bread blows.
It seems one also hears horrible screaming;
Bones shimmer through decayed walls.
An evil heart laughs loudly in beautiful rooms;
A dog runs past a dreamer.
An empty coffin gets lost in the darkness.
A room wants to light up palely for the murderer,
Meanwhile, lanterns are smashed in the night’s storm.
Laurel adorns the noble one’s white temple.
— Georg Trakl
Great-Tailed Grackle — Grunge Art by kenne
— kenne
Queen Butterfly — Grunge Art by kenne
–– kenne
