Something About Pon Arsher

your paint
brushes leave
marking lines
making believe
something ethereal
feeling strokes
believably real
leaving tones
remarkable zeal
such imagination
creative healing
touching paintings
something reeling
remedial parts
reckless appeal
intonation zones
mixing emotion
relatable art
scraping surfaces
turf madness
replacing ruthlessness
alabaster truthfulness
such gladness
tracing mindfulness
graceful earthiness
fixing notions
onto canvas
what comes
transfixing lines
then goes
abstract finesse
what's done
brushing light
what flows
into being
allowing sight
envision colour
marvelous seeing
revolution's pallor
vowing universe
evolution calling
endowing institute
starkly resolute
Pon's painting
remarkably absolute
artful ranting
Arsher flaunting
brave raving
artist craving
intent haunting
portent amazing
Pon Arsher
utterly blazing

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I'm so sorry
but that war
has taken everything
out of me
but that is
what war does
war depletes us
tears us apart
war defeats us
always stabs us
through our heart
wounds our soul
right from war's
horrific awful start
war maims us
blows us up
destroys life's art
trips us up
tears us down
rips us apart
breaks every thing
into tiny pieces
fragments of what
used to be
ignites raging fire
invites raving desire
I'm so sorry
what we see
I just can't
watch any more
that destructive war
imploding innocent lives
every exploding drone
knowing innocence dies
closing my eyes
I wish war
to be forever
done and gone
wishing war would
truly finally end
wishing peace could
wake us up
let us mend
wishing that profit
war always defends
would dry up
make lasting amends
by stopping war
stop making things
war depends on
stop faking truth
with common lies
let peace prevail
build honest lives
remove war's veil
such elevated deceit
war's morbid tale
approving innovative terror
proving war's concrete
repetitive belligerent error
war degeneratively bleak
leaving nothing good
but cruel bloody
brutal genocidal defeat

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I was blind
but then I saw
I was deaf
but then I heard
I was asleep
but then I woke
I was hungry 
but then I was fed
I was lost
but now I'm found
I was wrong
but now I'm right
I was imprisoned
but now I'm free
I was some other
but now I'm me
I see stars shimmering
in far off space
I see galaxies 
dancing in a galactic place
I see holiness glimmering
in Andromeda's sacred face
I still see godliness
romancing this human race

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Perhaps there is hope for this world. 

 

set fire 
to dreams
ignite each
every theme
suture twin-tailed
blazing comets
inviting future
what about
beautiful Venus
all those
falling stars
think about
warrior Mars
something Seth
intriguingly said
perfect comments
par astral
factually intense
regal feelings
between us
actually revealing
all those
resilient legends
palms read
such ancient
shuffled cards
brilliant myth
begetting fire
please reconsider
diligent dreams
treasure all
those megaliths
measure steps
elevate moderate
standing stones
praise beginnings
don't forget
personal atonement
acknowledging endings
your fearless 
true continuing
intentional tomorrow
while daylight
casts shadows
you'll remember
burning dreams
visualize embers
igniting themes
when ritual
commanding night
cryptic sums
enables right
fable comes
you'll recall
being born
stable sights
rhyme installing
yours truly
timeless angels
aura adorned
starlight falling
shattering plumb
such honest
poetry calling
all those 
dream desires
your most
hopeful form
being true
all your dreams
those blazing fires
resembling you

 

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I searched
but you
suddenly weren't
smiling there
I cried
shuddering sadly
hope died
cruel dared
forlorn rain
trying came
washing away
brilliant flowers
love planted
devotion perfect
sentimental days
compassionate love
held us
passion played
mad love
dreaming plans
standing together
perfect there
holding hands
romance watching
flowers bloomed
too soon
summer tamed
flowers spent
stop dancing
autumn came
happy left
falling leaves
you fell
ill instead
romantic dreams
all died
broken hearts
tearful stead
autumn grieving
love pleading
snow arrived
bleeding winter
lost happiness
splintered us
I couldn't 
find you
grievous night
our destiny
somehow died
I'm crying
difficult tears
you dying
no longer
still alive
I'm trying
holding you
right here
keeping you
honestly grief
promises me
breaking pain
each time
I think
more you
drink your
cherished name
more grieving
reeling heartbreak
garish darkness
envelopes me
I wonder
what gain
why love
always reveals
hopeless pain

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Zebediah Kush
what about Gaia
that planetary plush
what about dying
Jebediah Push
elation is crying
another bloody rush
my eyeballs blinked
thinking way too much
are we just out of touch
seeing everything jinxed
each commentary nudge
relatively tattooed
collectively inked
those reverberating tubes
reactive timeless sludge
every promontory link
that fountain bus stop
where archangels actively
come to cry
I bought a ticket
to angel heaven
thinking elated high
delighted glaciers melt
drinking changing ice
thinking instinctive dry
now wouldn't it
be terribly nice
if things were 
caringly always good
Zebediah Kush
would somberly rejoice
dangling silently within
his ancient violent wood
Jebediah Push
might refrain than attain
from new fangled bad
instead regain lost innocence
consuming cost effective
homegrown better food
all in all our planet
Gaia choiring Mother Earth
improving Red Riding Hood 
daring that muttering wolf
removing every unsharing cloak
those utter hood desires
something real truth would
divulging something better
those destructive fangs
acquiring indulgent proof
being good caring vampires
as real truth always should
as inspired Electra believes
without always backfiring
rewired we always could

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all this
high strangeness
all our 
lost humaneness
what ever
may come
sly aloofness
all that
crying goofiness
I'm not
seeing much
determined changeness
seeing such
consuming caginess
if suddenly
this world
destructively ends
if suddenly
this planet
unfortunately sends
everything spiraling
into that
exploding sun
where eruption
assuming radiation
exposes something
shall resume
exposing layers
refusing prayers
what soothsayers
spoke about
dreamy cares
long before
hell won
everything over
that leftover
physical reaction
humans thought
universal action
would never
actually happen
because God
would always
save us
in someway
before even
all this
high strangeness
decided we
our humanness
didn't matter
because being
constructively lost
our sacredness
such great
eternal cost
wouldn't suffice
couldn't ever
simply revise
what God
always had
universal mind
physically clad
within God's
celestial kind
that loving
holy trine

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