Shadow Wolves

Forest 2 by Aron Wiesenfeld.  All art in this post by Aron Wiesenfeld

Shadow wolves

Good intentions

Hopelessly fucking bad timing

Silly

Peek out of tent

Freak people out

Bury shit

Maintain

Minerals

Attain?

0 0 0

7

A point

Some point

Never

Numb

Fun

Ass-kicking

Raging against nothing

Authentic

Perpetual

Again and

A love letter

Tell her

Me too

Remember

Again

Don’t be a prick

Hello fools

Tragically lucky

Get their attention

Keep my peace

Be disturbed

Come out

Animals

Us

Reflect

Rest

Sleeping lady

Minute steaks

Power struggle

Misunderstanding

Retching

Cursing

Weeping gently alone

Food smells

Choosing each

Wanting wanting

Wanting

Where is another

Flying or floating

Wondering

Intake of superknowledge

Pleasantly surprised

Behind 

Girl With Bike

 

The Wedding Party

 

Raincoat

Victor

Sweet 'n Sour Minneolas

Need to sleep need to stay awake

Need sunlight, need need warmth

Need to see my veins

Need to eat need to smoke

Need to breathe, need to be here

Need to get high need to leave here

Need to dance, need to sit

Need to think, need to laugh

Need to walk, need to look

Need to stop, need to go back

Need a notebook now.

Need what I need when I need it

Here now

Need to smoke

I don’t need much.

paint spill - Sal's studio, Chintsa West

watch the paint seep between the floorboards & swirl down into the holes

oh happy accident!

colour creatures...

...gently floating before the Giant Mop-Up

Reverse Chug Choke 1

see Street Art Utopia

Should leaves trigger earth

Turn us all into leather

Wind and metal collisions,

Send pleas through forehead

Up and down – f*ck!

It Must Be Done

Snow White by Mark Ryden

Flip a new one over,

Call it –

Revel in its nakedness

Staring back at me spread-legged,

In-spirit to dwell a while

On something good,

Worth keeping.

But suddenly out with all the rest

And, leaving a husk to try make sense of

Distant whispers fading,

Matter in a state of flux.

You pompous pricks,

I’m here!

Or, so says The Stranger.

The Apology by Mark Ryden

I can’t be anyone else,

Only this madness

Come in tall and pretty

Girl body

Sophia's Bubbles by Mark Ryden

And, It Just - (Reprogramming in Progress)

Well, I told you so, chevron moon,

Inescapable attempts at utterances

Becoming desperate must

Draw the ink, oh happen!

My voice my body sorting whiles

A mess of babble

A stress of chaos

I’m not just

Awakening every day into an everyday

Like an ant in a next

Of orderly orders

Fucking fucked

Gia and James

Jim and Jack

Ganja and Angelo

Where do I find my final

S.L.E.E.P.

So afraid and so lazy

 

Try to get high

And then try to move

Choosing to time travel

The channels of kindheartmind

Come on dimensions!

Noticing reckoning

Devoid of surface

The yellow invades my chin

And distractions reach out like zombies

To latch my fingers around

Reasons to leave and go somewhere

Else

But

It’s not where

It’s when.

 

I want to look in me

Hear me breathe

Take in and regive

Regain

Retain water nourish

New nerve endings nurtured from

Congenital neuroses ripped out,

Crushing order destroyer genes

Obliterating this orchestra of scenes:

Distil them, still them

Roll it all up in a ball

Kiss it thank you and goodbye

And launch it.

Plah.  Rhubarb.

The clink of cutlery from across the street.

 

Predictable highway accidents unravel

Oh, what I did with my eyes!

Unable to speak or draw

So incapable

Waste waste coming out my ears

I can’t leave them alone please

Silence this noise

 

No

Wait,

Don’t’ go

(Something vicious approached

And I change the verse to read:)

Old habits outdated

Thought food

I’m dawning

No fawning

Please

I’m growing down from dissention

Yeah, it’s violent.

GRATEFUL KIND TRUE

see Street Art Utopia

Only when we great pour our tears in water give thanks

touch soil bless all make merry each moment entertained in thought

image blow horns listen to the rain watch the clouds all day

sing from within headphones bend forward and concentrate and

stand back to observe open eyes open freedom hands let fly stop

breathe take time listen now feel words shift and lips form

utterances dreams ideas stories

To myself I pledge listening and learning discerning recognition

of burning quiet time stillness and stretching patience and

understanding good posture and breathing play silly niss to

share and fear nothing freedom to give expression through image

and spoken word Love acceptance acceptance and

acknowledgement of Love given me more patience

trust truth

see Nuclear Winter