I’ve compiled all the poems I wrote in the last half of 2022, threw them into an AI art generator to see what would come out and put that all together in a collection.
Full color high fidelity illustrations, over 120 poems accompanied by over 120 pieces of art generated from those poems.
Those dark hands ever questing for my throat
they find their bonds and break them
gliding accross the skin like an anecdote
whispered words of maligned memories
transcend crescendo unto grievous guttural notes
bursting through the ears and crashing through the skull
driving my sense of self into places most remote
their sole purpose met as I cower condemned
seeking refuge behind all the words I wrote.
Fine folds with matched edges
Frayed threads are unavoidable
But folded in they become
Inconsequential
Sewn together
Two isolated fabric tapestries
Become more in symphony
Something to wear against the world
A hat to protect us from the burning sun
A shirt to express ourselves
A sweater to keep us warm in the cold
A coat to stop the rain.
Separately fabric is beautiful potential
A needle and thread
Piercing and binding
Through breaking the skin
Becoming stronger
Fabric in fugue is the foundation for life’s success.
What years have passed between us
breathing like whales
we dive deep to live our lives
rise up for air seldomly
We dive deep to live our lives
That air gives rise to song
energy to move
to feed
and we rise up for air seldomly.
We dive deep to live our lives
lives fueled from the air above
the resources below
and the depths to comfort(swallow) them.
We rise up for air
and together we are there
seldomly.
We dive deep to live our lives
ponder the moments until air is needed again.
He moves in circles.
There is color all around
vibrant expositions of the world’s intentions
made like a house of mirrors where all paths are equally masked,
So he moves in circles.
How else would you expect
to find form within function
color within reason
those things don’t move like you or I do
they hide in numbers and abstractions
baked in π to elude the errant eye.
So he moves in circles
And he sees it this way
because this is the way it is
interlocking circles engaged with one another
complimenting each other
as we should be with our friends, sisters, and brothers.
So he moves in circles and the world moves with him,
just as he moves with the world.
Grow Gray With Me 