

On Sympathy For the PastEntering a small white art studio Peering round to find you there To see again the speckled face through a crowd of artists-to-be(?) Though not surprised to see you there with dark-not black-short boyish hair And with a smile you say how'd you do's a couple ideas are exchanged simply though nothing important or fun so stale, so old this connection is I see you with the only one I couldn't hate And the dull pain comes back a pain I used to know years ago. Quickly moving through the artwork now Some people make interesting colors, symbols, ideas nothing shOn Sympathy For the Past


Having Things Been Done AgoTime fly by I'll watch you fly And not decide to take my time I'll leave behind the outside kind and delve inside the thing called life I've never tried i've always lied I've felt i died. above my mind and above time i couldnt see the finer line but the air is fresh the wine is nice Put me to the test I'll roll the dice.Having Things Been Done Ago


CrashburnCrashburn, I spent my millions Like bone dry tumbleweeds in a desert city People staring, faceless ones, like an ocean of mediocrity and whose word is god? Hah! none but the one-eyed king allusion to the illusion, those that think with their eyes Ah so there is sight beyond eyes in one's self. Brutality of Reality, how i respond. Not of a coersive nature, minimalistic and pragmatic; without losing romanticism Ultime aspirations, into an ultimate crucification of soul, euphoria, rage, humanity Not of the flow, just a passionate burst of confused and unsatisfied existence ACrashburn


time, time, and time---we're fading nowtime, time, and time
the fall leaves are tumbling out of their weathered, sagging boughs their attempts at liberation to leave their crumpled bodies littering the ground to crackle and crunch under bicycle wheels and automobile killers
---we're fading now
the fruit branches are filled with late autumn fruit shrieking and sighing as it rushes to the ground, to rot and become one with the earth, once again once again
we used to say we were killing time, but now time is killing us
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"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"
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Somedays it's a good day to die
And somedays, it's a good day to have breakfast.
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Que sera, sera.
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Keep smiling and writing,
All the best from the Phillipines,
Anthony
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Anthony Asael
Founder of Art in All of Us
The World seen through the Eyes and Rhymes of the Children
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Feelings, that's all poetry is- Emotions on paper. Your heart poured out in little words that only mean something to you-Feelings no one will ever understand.
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Feelings, that's all poetry is- Emotions on paper. Your heart poured out in little words that only mean something to you-Feelings no one will ever understand.
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