Machine & Music

Posted: April 27, 2015 in Art, Poetry

IMG_3968Oil/Canvas By LA Green

 

Are you human or machine?

The gift of a human is a heart

it’s a soul.

But sometimes—

we must become a machine

to induce, endure & seduce

the plastic world.

Let the music transform you.

Without Art/creativity

we become robots.

Nature Trumps Humanity

Posted: April 19, 2015 in Art, Poetry

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Oil on Canvas By. L.A. Green

 

I have found peace & satisfaction

Honesty with my soul

Risk & reward

Love & life

Caring & kindness

Real & fake

Confidence & insecurities

Blesses & happiness

At last

 

The Nightingale

Posted: April 19, 2015 in Poetry

 

 

Nightingale singing

 

Sings her songs for nature to enjoy.

She coo’s in the silent calm night

each note carries special meaning.

Still, the wild & lost

animals graze & ignore

each pitch & every tone.

Only when the hunters come

when the forest begins to burn

they try to climb trees and

wonder where to go.

The wise ones sing along

knows every tune & melody.

When she flies to greener pastures

they know the way to follow.

 

 

Children Again

Posted: April 6, 2015 in Photo, Poetry

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The sun called us & the pollens beckoned
us to the fields. Running barefoot on nature’s
carpet—children in the meadows. Vineyards
on the left & cattle’s on the right.

Still wearing my nightgown the hem
covered with twigs. I only stopped to put
flowers in my hair, and you to pick berries.
The only sound is of the wind & birds.

My dearest love we are in Eden
my eyes lit up like reflective glass
my hair streamed auburn colors
we forgot the woes in the world.

Barrel rolls in the long grass
& giggles echoed in the air.

Mirror & Mind

Posted: March 29, 2015 in Art, Philosophy, Poetry

a_mind_of_a_crazy_man_by_nocnadama-d72yswyArt by NocnaDama

 

Within this journey of affliction

self-doubt & self-hate

the barriers and walls of rejection

entitlements & quick money

there is a stop sign.

 

If you can read

understand color then one must stop

to not stop is the redundancy of mistakes

you call me crazy

you are insane.

 

Presence can only pretend for so long

unveil your mask

let me see your face

of hate

show yourself.

 

For your faith

only until then

the light will reveal

& shine on you.

 

 

 

I cry

Posted: March 20, 2015 in Poetry

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For the wars in the world
the pain that I can’t visit countries
I dreamt of as a child.

Because my American dream
is a slavery nightmare
and I am still not free

I cry—
I cry—
I cry—

Because my friends/family died
they kill themselves
by choice or arrogance.

The hate took them away
their addiction made monsters
bigotry is a murderer.

These salty waterfalls
preach the story of my lifetime
I document my pain.

We have become animals
no moral, civility or compassion
our leaders fail us.

I cry—
I cry—
I cry—

The pain of a mother losing her only child
restless animal before a storm
what’s happening?

How dare I complain?
when others have it worse
but it’s their fault.

Mothers & daughters
turn into meat
zombies by predators.

Our men turned to beast
our women weak
our children lost.

So…I just cry
for my dead mother
ancestors & unknown father.

I cry—
I cry—
I cry—

My Views on Parenting

Posted: March 19, 2015 in Let's Talk

Working with foster, homeless, sometimes abused children, never knowing my father & my personal experiences has drawn my conclusion. It’s a moral thing.

It is very difficult for me to respect any parent that does not stay, live & physical raise their flesh & blood that they brought into the world.

I believe it to be the most selfish & irresponsible thing a human could do because they are doing it to their helpless self.

If a man could abandon his seed then abandoning a woman, anything at all is easy breeze. If a woman could abandon the human she carried & brought into the world I am at a loss for words.

No money woes, no argument, no fun, no other lover & no drugs should come before taking responsibility for the life you brought into the world.

I don’t care if you were too young, if you can’t take care of it or if it was an accident. There is no accident with the conception of a child. Sex between a man & a woman makes babies.

When one becomes a parent they are no longer a child. Their sole responsible is to raise the child they gave life to. Not their grandparents, family members, one parent, strangers or the government. Figure it out.

I find that in many cases it is a generational thing. Your dad abandoned you, you abandon your child and the cycle goes on.

To me, that single decision tells the tale of that person’s character & self-pride. It will be hard to build my trust. I judge that just like how I judge a person that drops a cigarette or trash at their feet. Writes a bad check, neglect paying back things they borrowed, or just taking what is not theirs.

I know businesses that will not hire a man if he is not married with a family. They claim your home life is just as your credit & criminal record. It shows responsibility, loyalty & commitment.