ib art poem

reaching to the fractures
courious
wondering if the world beyond has changed
is our world broken?
can it be fixed if we try?
or will we simply cut ourselves?

holiday poem - haloween

Silicone skin, and plastic cudgels
Roaming the uniluminated
Seeking sucrose solutions,

Mocking the frightful with festivity
Superstition festers with the coming of the witching hour
And primeval nature wakes

Sama,seifer. “jack skellington.” 27 may 2008. Mablogge.worldpress.com. may 1 2009.

everyday photo poem

Shadowed tree branches reaching toward the light,
Dark branches engulfing the sky,
To find hope
To consume like a ravenous dog
As the fingered branches reach up
It shows our greed
As the fingered branches reach up
It speaks our desperate plea

Question is, when we reach what we grasp and seek
Will we cry
Or will we peak

powerful picture poem

One hundred miles an hour but going now are,
Metal incarnation like a raving beast
Dripping chrome from its slender teeth
Power that has no need of demonstration

Purrs when awakened
Roars when angered
Rumbles when prowling
Silent when sleeping

Smooth as porcelain, cold as night
An impenetrable skin
Jagged underbelly
Soft leather that forms to my hand

Fumes burn my nose
Consuming fuel like a starved dog
Oil through the pistons
Rubber vanquished

Sweet air as it flies by
Away from what I know
Lifting the weights
The taste of ramped freedom

i feel a pulse because i have none
of my own,
i feel the sensastion of the wind, hot and cold,
but have no skin.
a string about the finger to remind you
of what you have forgot,
i can also decrypt messages
what am i ?

answer:

Found Poem

pure
fun and games
psyco
breed
trigger happy golden impulse brothers
crafting a universe
leading free
sacred fantasy connect
velvet old republic
legendary civlization
confrontation impact
the force unleashed
left 4 dead secret wonder
infinate undiscovery
underworld asylum

Two Tone Poem

I am indego
inedstinct between blue and purple
changeing with the light,
looking inward to find enlightenment, truth,
hiding from my discontent
and find wealth in the medicine of patience.
maroon, misguided fear that fuels malevolent anger,
pestalent impatience,
it serves as armor,
that blinds from betrail and nestalga,
leaving inner deamons to follow instinct,
and bring the empty richness,
of things not friendly or kind,
but cold.

Nothnagel, Mike. "indigo."2007. photo. the new york times. new york. 3 march 2009 .