Magic Mushroom On Mt. Lemmon — Computer Art by kenne
I went on this magical trip…
Out of reality, in a fantasy world,
Everything seemed to be so peaceful and perfect!
All harmony… no hate…
I soon realized I got to see the raw truth of reality,
but from a different point of view,
of contrasts and with no metaphors nor euphemisms.
— from Magical Trip By Sofia Rocha
Wildflowers On Mt. Lemmon — Computer Painting by kenne
wildflowers
on the mountain
stories
of peaceful times
yellow
on a confess of
green
bees in flight
back and forth
freedom
under blue skies
Friday hikes
where are they going
doesn’t matter
or does it
— kenne
Delicate Arch in Arches National Park, June 12, 2014 — Image by kenne
Greater Roadrunner On A Southwest Day — Image by kenne
I watch him as he ponders my presence,
only a temporary distraction from
the lizard now locked in step
blinding into the tree bark
disposing of intricate patterns.
Soon the runner disappears
into some unknown world,
no known direction, dissolving
into the brink, yet native lands.
— kenne
Untitled Sunset Layers by kenne
— kenne
Image by kenne
Anticipating
Waterspouts towering up
Excitement abounds.
— 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
