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Almond blossom Van Gogh , the painting that sealed his death

Almond blossom Van Gogh T here is a tree called Tahina spectabilis that should be renamed Van Gogh, because at the end of its life, it flowers and then dies. The tree is a conceptual artist, The last thing it does, is use all its energy to grow a Christmas like tree out of its head in surrealist fashion , laden with nectar for birds and bees, so its genetics can be passed on, This last burst of energy uses up all the remaining energy of the tree casing its death after some months Van Gogh when his brother Theo had a son, new his time was up. The money that Theo was sending him would be used for his son, there was not enough money. This picture shows the heart of van Gogh, how he approaches death, he would flower spiritually. He painted this picture for his new nephew, a picture of hope and renewal. The nephew was named after Vincent, as if somehow Vincent's genes were going to be passed on, this nephew seeded Vincent's pictures in the pu...

Poem Travel

Buddha above the sink In water below I drink I laugh you laugh, together In and out the horrible weather. My witness my pain my gain Through the world we did stay sane Hung up rinsed to dry underwear Strewn about the symbols in my layer Dying on a string cut and torn From Kurden-La to Srinigar Cotton thinned and worn Three pairs in a sack carried Slept on floors never married I picked you up in Darjeeling When the women came to sing Followed by the AK74’s There and then closed the doors The armies out the  pinkies shout Trapped and hostage bound Hit the ground if you hear the sound of the AK74’s Pants you hardly keep me in Take you down past the chin In the shower no need for a bucket We here alone, fuck it Shall we go travel In our minds dabble With the strange ways earth sheds Sleeping in all those beds I see you there dyeing But like Buddha do keep smiling Pallid room, a view to a kill All this stuffs making ...

JESUS

JESUS Dirty is the symbol the Christians imbued On the great man Jesus. Stuck a cross on his back, Called him Christ, Made him a leader, To take us lands We could not pass. VIRTUE It was you who decided Not he who he was, Teasing a dog with your food You made him half god. Never as a human Could we be what he was. Sinner, saint nor god was he Just a human seer. But for some reason You did not make it clear Then when we cant be The mighty man Jesus, You remind us of our faults Make us no good and useless However If as humans we can make a human, And in our son there is our self, So when god made man He made himself And we are all half god.

KING

King I was king Not in my land Lonely as the angels creep Sat, talked, did weep I was king. Never did I see the bottom of a glass, Never did a glass dare bare her nudity. I crowned myself amber, Bubbles to my head, the crown. Tyrant, dictator, slayer, Still there was a frown

Poem Chrisitan

Christian I say I am not a Christian But more Christian than a priest And by this mean, Not that a priest is not Christian But What Christianity is, is within me 070909 Malta

Philippines Poem

This poem is about a prostitute sleeping rough with here legs open, unable to afford Tampax. Philippines Before the sunrise You showed me yours Where the money box hid, Advertised before the paint’s dry. Sleep dear, It the only heaven you’ve got. Noble blood might be blue And the laws of heaven differ from those on earth And since the mind cannot be attributed to man but god Whom he made all equal Then it is by decree that all men must be given the same potential To fulfil their masters wish, Without the hindrance of earthly rule. 2009

Concpetual Art

Conceptual art a load of dogs wallop Conceptual poo, I mean art is not art. It is a metaphorical mirror to show us what a stupid world we have not come to create but allowed ourselves to believe in. Just like banking, where  fiscal currency holds absolutely no weight or worth unless the individual and those around him can fool themselves into thinking that what paper is held is the equivalent of or backed up by gold, or something of worth, the media savvy have managed to create an illusion in art. In other words paper money is an idea, it is a promise for something in return, like gold. This is exactly the same thing as conceptual art. When you buy conceptual art, you buy an idea. When you buy a piece of blue tack on a wall, or a shark in an oversized fish bowl, anyone can re create that piece. But you are not buying the piece you are buying the idea. Of course you can recreate a masterpiece painting, but you need to be a master to do that. When you buy a...