Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
My Hunger, Still and All, Remains
I am hard-pressed
to find words
adequate and intelligent
that can belie How
this came to be
Not able to provide
for myself,
me and mine,
to pull my weight
to maintain
let alone prosper
And I will stuff myself
indulge in treats
eat inappropriate items
and be willful against
your prying
judging
patronizing
eyes
in line behind me
driving past the food bank
seeing me enter the food stamps office
I will edit my donations box
as I see fit
because it is my right
(one of the few I seem to have left)
and I will not
eat Vienna sausages or
sloppy joes
or clumped processed cheese
or...
I will go hungry first--
rest assured--
because standards and taste buds
have not yet been taken
and will not be relinquished...
I am still me,
and preference
is nearly all I can preserve...
it is how we persevere
My dignity is not an acceptable trade
for your pious charity
Yes, pride
is still part of my repertoire.
and there is no shame in that,
nor any apology due nor
forthcoming
I have yet to lose
or give away self-respect
no matter the circumstance
and still
my particularness
is not invitation
for you to judge me
Say what you will
when my back is turned,
but to my face
it is "How do, Mr. Mann, sir."
Your discards and
nearly-outdated, feel-good project
remnants
already clog my craw and innards
alongside
worry and
humiliation and
terror and
yes, by lack-of-god,
Resentments
How can it have come to this?
I who had so much
did so well
was held in such esteem?
Crashed and crushed
Heart-broken and abandoned
Mood-altered and weakened
Rolled over and
at this juncture,
older
yet not wiser...yet
They don't tell you
what can happen,
in time.
Nor teach you How
simply to Survive
nor prepare you
nor strengthen you;
but no complaints
since 'trial by fire'
is a masterful
performance inducer
I am hungry
(I hunger)
I am alone
(and deeply lonely)
I am discouraged
(I tire in my soul)
My world for the merest
of human contact
I have a void that needs filling
I cannot provide
I cannot spy
an end in sight
I worry for longevity
and plenitude
and endurance
What I want is not here
What my body needs is not here
Sustenance is barely here
and oh, what a lofty price was attached
I engage
I engorge
I feast
to quell the ache
I have a void that needs filling
No more friendships
No more relations
No one tells you how
much they take
All are the heroes
on their own stage
I have a void needs filling
This condition
life
which engulfs us all,
only in different manner
and course
I have a void needs filling
Friday, October 4, 2013
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Monday, July 29, 2013
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Monday, July 8, 2013
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
Poised
There is no good to come
from this thing that I would do
and the fact that it is habit
(my classic old go-to)
is no longer sufficient reason
to engage in or be drawn to
***
Friday, June 14, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Friday, May 31, 2013
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Friday, May 24, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Awaken to Flow
"When you awaken
to who and what you are,
Everyone automatically opens
to who and what you are,
without a word spoken."
***
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Train's A-Comin'
Save me truly,
from mortal sin--
I can feel it
creeping in...
'bout to hurt
someone tonight;
I'm still wrapped up
but it ain't tight.
You're pushing me--
all in my face--
really need my zone,
my space...
If I have to choose
I fear you'll lose;
if it comes to
'me or you--
you must decide,'
I hate to tell ya--
it'll be homicide.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
Art, Art Everywhere, And All the Drops to Drink!
What I love about art is that it changes the world.
The simplest of acts can bring about new thought and new
response and new ideas where they didn't exist previously.
Let's say I put a wildly colored bird house that I painted
into my yard, and everyone that drives by sees it proudly
displayed. Now, many will say "That's an eyesore," or
"Wow that sure is ugly." Still others will complain that
"That is most assuredly NOT how a birdhouse is supposed
to look!"
But some will say "My word how pretty!"
Others will say "Huh. I never saw anything like that!"
Still others will say
"It would have never occurred to me to do that."
And others will think
"No one told me I could paint it how I wanted!"
Regardless of how they respond, they are responding
to something that didn't exist-- forced to consider
something they hadn't anticipated. So all responses
are valid, and any response is mission accomplished.
The viewer's world has been entered by a contrary thought
that goes against the predictable every day recurrence
of the 'same old.' Newness emerges, and with it responses
that could not have occurred without something new.
Stimulation.
Birth.
Controversy.
Questioning.
The act itself may not be popular or understood or
fully formed or attractive. That's unimportant.
The act of creation itself is sexy;
Expanding consciousness.
Exploding restrictions.
Imparting philosophy.
Interpreting the world.
Rebelling against the drab and the mundane.
The birth of ideas, the birth of new points of view, the
solidifying of concepts and opinions, the inspiration to
dare, the solidarity of knowing you are not alone in an
askew view, the challenge to question and create and
invent for yourself.
Whether it's one person or millions, an artist makes
their mark on the world by creating something that
creates a ripple effect, ever growing outward. When
a person in transformed, they carry the changed view
with them to interact with every person they meet,
and so on....
Social scientists will tell you that the best means of
finding a solution to a problem is to have many
different sets of eyes looking at it and seeing it from
new POVs that have not commented on it before.
That's how you get outside of ruts. That's how you
innovate. That's when insight and inspiration occurs.
Thinking outside the box, going against the grain is how
we transform and progress.
*********************************************
Monday, April 8, 2013
Bitter Pup Proclamation
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| 'Bitter Pup' creation & art copyright 2013 Robert Sayre II, Georgia Unity |
Friday, April 5, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
New DC Creations: Golden Eagle 2
This is a sketch I did for a retroactively added
DC Comics character for some fan fiction
I'm doing (Well, honestly, it was originally a
character I created for a proposal to DC for
a 'Titans West' series, which was soundly rejected
out of hand, but, moot point since
that world is gone now!)
She's a fellow orphan friend of Charlie's that
was taken in by the Amazons on Paradise Island
and is a surrogate sister of the original Golden
Eagle, merging his costume theme with Amazonian
weaponry and armor! (Yes--story there!)
(In this world, the original was never killed
and never an evil alien spy, etc. Blurg!)
For more on the DC Retro Project (DC '78)
art copyright 2013 Robert Sayre II
Monday, March 25, 2013
Stuck in the Middle With Eww!
I am to the point
(have I been here before?)
of reduction
but reduced to...
simply
something less than...
different from
what was
even a point of reference
so much of me
dissipated
boiled off
in rages, orgasms, loving expressions
and the like
(Thumbs up!)
like old movies
easy and natural,
A smile beckons
without prompting
....their cascade familiar enough
to draw forth longing
for there were once others,
like me, bonded together,
storm-sheltered
and similarity-supported,
greater
than our mere components...
We held sessions
akin to salons,
speaking effortlessly of philosophy,
hands gravitating to belt buckles
and bra straps
effortlessly,
thoughtlessly
(where perhaps none existed)
and spoke of cosmos
and romance
and humanity
as well as comics and cops and cocks
(Lest you think us highbrow
when even at our most pretentious
we knew that to be a lie!)
Now
I am surrounded;
and medicine-taking
and neighbors' comings and goings,
endless recycled unpleasantries,
and only more of same
to look forward to
of those you
surround yourself with
(funny how close 'surround'
and 'surrender' seem)
Unflatteringly enough,
unsatisfyingly enough,
and,
as me,
unchanging.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Pariah Be A Gift
"Pariah be a Gift"
(On Getting by in the Deep South on Bad Days
and
The Past Ain't All That Diff'rnet from What We Gots Now)
Ain't nowhere I belong
Nor nobody who own me
Mean to say, nobody who know me
Seem to be the same thing
least as I can tell
Used to think
that all was just me
but the more folks I see
the more I reckon
it's all our lot
People's hushed mouthing,
always staring, finger waggin,
no chance to raise up--
nobody seem to notice you--
at the same time!
But all that there
gots a tendency to be
something else all together
from what folks means it to be
Dough gotta get beat
'fore it can rise
(the best bread ta me
is hard on the outside
soft on the ins)
Clay gotta burn
'fore that pot harden
People gotta be broke
to put themselves together
T'aint right nor wrong
nor'n fair ors unfair
jus' is the way it is
flowing and sliding
unending
Bein' poor don't scare me
and not embarrassed by it none
either
Fat, ugly to other'ins, hungry
all that I gots a handle on
I is this here
I ain't dem
but I is me
Dis what I am
That's good enough fer me
an' others
ain't to be worried over
Cuz there ain't nowhere I belong
nor no one who own me
I is the one avoided
and disrespect like
and I think very much
I prefer it dat way
***
Monday, March 4, 2013
Friday, March 1, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
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