Drawings & Paintings

-Carrying-

The grey mists silkily shroud you in a parody of chaos
When you fall from emotional cliffs of despair
I will carry you...
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Execution

On the night of the execution.
a man at the door.
mistook me for the coroner.
'Press," I said. But he didn't understand.
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Fallen dove

His fingers against my face
were the brush of a dove's feathers
on a gargoyle of stone.
My own mother would not look on me;
it was she who gave me my first mask.
She would not look,
but this creature of light would.
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Illustration from Weaveworld

Fly away touch the air around you swim against the current
dance with the sun smile even when you're sad sing...
Come fly with me to other realms let the enchantment come in.
Seeing the unbelieveable you only have to begin
by opening nature's door within. ...
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Incubus

What if your brain,
unexpectedly and suddenly,
picked out things to flip around
and view a lot differently?
What if blue sky,
all of a sudden turned a purple hue?
We would (crap) brick the size of all of it...
what if?
What if I was just daydreaming?
What if I lived in a pear?
What if my watch read 4:20 every hour, every day?
You can bet I'd be happy!
I forgot to remember;
I forgot to remember my pain.
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Lovers

Come,my alien flower... :)
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Man, woman and dog

love, tenderness, despair, rage...
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Mesmer

Thoughts of the day slowly seep out of mind,
Thoughts of tomorrow slowly simmer in.
The darkness that surrounds, the perfect quietness that engulfs,
the warmness felt only in the night.
A point of no return is reached,
a moment that will not be disturbed.
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Minds at war

I Want To Live On. I Want To Live On. I Want To Live On.
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Mother and Child

There is an acid in my mother's tears
And Traitors in her lap
That sprang from the tears of Judas.
She longs to sigh,
But all the air has turned to fog,
Sticking in her nostrils and burning her lungs.
She cannot laugh because her children
Are disobeying her.
My mother can't listen to the birds sing -
They've all died in their cages
And even she doesn't have the key
To unlock the rusted cages to bury the birds,
Songs still sweet in their forever silent throats.
A lot of my mother's more innocent children have died.
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One-legged Sibyl

They have never seen me
Never have noticed me
I live in eternity
A hiding dusk
Shadows around me
Soothing and keeping me
Shading and hiding my secrets
I'm safe in my shadows
As long as I'm noticed by none
I am a twilight cat
One of those silent, secretive sibyls
Seeing the death of my dusk
And my shadows
But death never stops the prophet
And so I go on
Ignored and forgotten
Unseen in the shadows
Unheard in the twilight
Like Cassandra of old
My whispered warning fall upon
Deaf ears
And twilight shadows hide the secrets of
The years
The secret, shadowed fears
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Rorschach

To tell you the truth
I’d have thought it had gone out of use long ago; there is ...
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Sorrow

53:3 He is despised and rejected of men;
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief:
and we hid as it were our faces from him;
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
-- Isaiah, 53:3.

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The children at play

hurt whitney everyone around me says they know how
i feel but i really doubt that they say they do,but what they feel
isn't real i feel pain,i feel hurt,i feel ...

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The executioner

The moment of truth has arrived.
He seats me in the chair.
He asks me a few questions
little else is said.
The moment is tense.
There are no friends or family present;
No one to deliver last rites.
I am alone.

I was never accused of being brave
and the evidence of fear is apparent;
Beads of sweat are forming on my brow,
My stomach contorts into a square knot,
The muscles straddling my spine
have tightened with anticipation,
My face has hardened into a mask of fear
as my sweaty palms clasp the chair in a
death grip.

I do not reflect upon the quality of my life.
Scenes of my past do not flash before me.
There is no time.
Total consciousness focuses anxiously on the present.

The moment has come.
He is prepared.
My eyes squeeze shut. I hold my breath.
I am prepared.

He flips the switch

I hear only "Open wide"
as he lowers his drill.

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The gemini

GEMINI Am I. What you think you see. Am I. What you.
Thought I'd be. Not the same every day.
Then again you'll never know anyway.
Look inside. Then look again.

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The goblin

Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry...

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Axis-primal goddess

Laughter, like a cruel wind, Blows across the desert of self;
Desolation. Your ability to Soar and Fly Raises you above me.

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Book of blood cover vol.1

I will fight you
With a book of poetry
And a necklace of cyanide
So that the Jews are allowed to be Jews
And Bahais  and Christians and Buddhist
Alongside with Zorastrians and whoever else
Can pray to their gods, no permission asked.

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Book of blood cover vol.2

the constant drip of room
the swell emotion of the
pagan word i love
the same variety
that's to discern the
sprawling crowd above

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Book of blood cover vol.3

And here you are, hiding again
Maybe this time it will work, right?
This time the disguise is even better
A bright red dress
By drawing attention to your body
You draw it away from your mind

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Book of blood cover vol.4

Blood sprinkled on hedge rows
Where skeletons kept in green
Sprouting from grounds in resoner
A poise studded in dejected frieze.
In the masonry of dreams
Cibations in degrees of cracks
A humiliation in structured loves
Recantation of your name
On someone’s bounded lips.

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Book of blood cover vol.5

earth blood rain blood
which you tell me falls
with the ebbing of the moon

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Book of blood cover vol.6

Raging through my veins with an urgent power
Oh senseless urge....it troubles me so
Awakening to the night....a predator flower
The beast unleashed...not able to contain
My inner self anymore
Struggling with the urge...alas in vane
Conceding to lust...on my wings I soar
Into the night whilst innocents lie
Deep in sleep and pleasant dreams
A rush of cold as I pass by
Oblivious to my needs...my wanton schemes

We shall feast upon the nightmares of others...

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-.....-

Not at first, but grin was
What first made the lady cringe.
She sat beneath a sign said,
"Coming Soon: The Gold Dust Twins."
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-......-

Every single day
I would cry to the stars
And the moon:
"You are all together
Out there, gregariously
Can you send me up there soon?"
Not a single day
Would I hear a response
Nor see a significant sign
In time I would forget about heaven
And experience the here and now,
to my amazement beautifully benign
Living in the here and now
Seems a thought so small
But is infinitely more, a true realization
That one isn't alone after all
Just in the middle of a transformation
To eventually become part of
The universal manifestation

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-.......-

In quiet hours they visit me when day is far behind me.
Uncanny, howthey always seem relentlessly to find me.
They cause my heart ...

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-.......-

Where's the beast we call
A monster
I'll tell you all
It lives in you, all persons
Being one with a conscious thought pattern
You find a dislike for someone
You never even met.
Something said
Something done
Have you ever done anything wrong?
Right to you, wrong to me.
An eye for an eye
Violate a choice that's not yours
You've got five fingers, one heart
One nose, and two eyes like
Me and the man of color greed
You are greedy of what you are
But you my friend are nothing
Nothing but a slave of
Prejudice.
You seemed nice to me
The funny thing is,
Is that if you were
Alone, you wouldn't feel
The same.
I was a victim of this
Biased for my thinking once before
I'm sorry
I wish I had a time machine.
So I practice what I preach

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-......-

Hush a wild violet Hush a band of gold
Hush you're in a story I heard somebody told.
Tear the promise ...

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-......-

Pregnant with emptiness.
Trapped in the gap Between future and past.
Swollen with inertia, Counting the ...

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-........-

I'm waiting for the twilight - many sparkling stars to fall,
piercing the worn-out veil of night with signalling colours that call.

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-........-

sun and moon. fire. i am fire. i am hot, radiant light, illuminating
that which would rather stay undiscovered in darkness.

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-.........-

A twisted demon lies in wait imprisoned deep in hell,
screaming in lust for release but life on earth is well
For only chaos brings him back

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-........-

He bleeds ink, drips psychotic rivers of rushing lost words...

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-..........-

We believe we will live forever until
we can't believe it again.

At midnight, I wash my blood-soaked lingerie
in the bathroom sink.
The water turns a muddy brown. The body's rust.

What good is it to pray to the medicine moon for happiness?

I have seen stars in the mouth of the wolf.
I know that hope is as sharp as our teeth.

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-........-

He cannot fly.
He cannot hop.
He cannot run at all.
But you should see
The way he goes
And all this blood
He leaves behind

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-.....-

I wish to grow dumber,
to slip deep into woods that grow blinder
with each step I take,
until the fingers let go of their numbers
and the hands are finally ignorant as paws.
Unable to count the petals,
I will not know who loves me,
who loves me not.
Nothing to remember,
nothing to forgive,
I will stumble into the juice of the berry, the shag of bark,
I will be dense and happy as fur.

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-Sorrow II-

My heart lies long and black in its cage
and my skin is stone
I reach to touch your hand
warm and alive
but how can you feel the fingers of a ghost?

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-Self-Portrait-

Did you hear the news about Edward?
On the back of his head he had another face
Was it a woman's face or a young girl?
They said to remove it would kill him
So poor Edward was doomed

The face could laugh and cry
It was his devil twin
And at night she spoke to him
Things heard only in hell
But they were impossible to separate
Chained together for life

Finally the bell tolled his doom
He took a suite of rooms
And hung himself and her from the balcony irons
Some still believe he was freed from her
But I knew her too well
I say she drove him to suicide
And took poor Edward to hell

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-Sanborn in Middle Age-

You haven't looked at me that way in years
You dreamed me up and left me here
How long was I dreaming for
What was it you wanted me for

You haven't looked at me that way in years
Your watch has stopped and the pond is clear
Someone turn the lights back off
I'll love you til all time is gone

You haven't looked at me that way in years
But I'm still here

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-Sanborn in Adolescence-

He said, 'You cannot live in the ocean'
And she said to him
'You never can live in the sky'
But the ocean is filled with tears
And the sea turns into a mirror
There's a whale in the moon when it's clear
And a bird on the tide

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-Pie 'oh 'Pah-

Hell above and Heaven below
All the trees are gone
The rain made such a lovely sound
To those who are six feet under ground
The leaves will bury every year
And no one knows I'm gone

Live me golden tell me dark
Hide from Graveyard John
The moon is full here every night
And I can bathe here in his light
The leaves will bury every year
And no one knows I'm gone

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-Incubus II-

Someday the silver moon and I will go to dreamland
I will close my eyes and wake up there in dreamland
And Tell me who will put flowers on a flower's grave?
Who will say a prayer?

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-Hybrid-

There is a solitude which each and every one of us has always
carried within.  More inaccessible than the ice-cold moutains,
more profound than the midnight sea:  the solitude of self.

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-The Arsonist-

pedalling through the dark currents
i find an accurate copy a blueprint of the pleasure
in me swirling black lilies totally ripe he offers
a handshake crooked five fingers form a pattern
yet to be matched swirling black lilies
totally ripe a secret code carved in a palm of fingers form
a pattern yet to be matched swirling black lilies totally ripe
morsecoding signals pulsate wake me up from hibernate
on the surface simplicity but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry pagan poetry

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"Flesh is our indisputable commonality. Whatever our race, our religion,
our politics we are faced every morning with the fact of our bodies.
Their frailties, their demands, their desires. And yet the erotic appetites
that spring from - and are expressed through - those bodies, are so often
a source of bitter dissension and division. Acts that offer a glimpse of
transcendence to one group are condemned by another. We are pressured from
every side - by peers, by church, by state - to accept the consensual
definition of taboo; though so often what excites our imaginations most
is the violation of taboo."

-Clive Barker about "One Flesh Exhibition"

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-The Collar-

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-The Alchemist-

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-Showtime-

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-Revenant-

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-Nursery Scene-

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-Meditation-

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-Masquer-

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-Icon-

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-Golden Lovers-

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-Dream-Squid-

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-Deadhead-

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-Carrion's General-

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-Candles-

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-Battlefield-

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-At the Window-

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-The Fundamentalist-

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-The Diver-

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-The Parisian-

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-The Freudian-

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-Melancholic-

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-Brotherhood-

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-Billy and Bobby the bug boys-

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@
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-Trick or Treat-

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-Hansel & Gretel-

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-Trick or Treat-

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-Frankenweenie:Victor-

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-Trick or Treat-

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-Edward Scissorhands-

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-Jack Skellington-

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-The Elements-

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-Joined Together-

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-The Black Cauldron-

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-The Witch's house-

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-Vincent-

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-The Boy with Nails in His Eyes-

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-Robot Boy-

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-Robot Boy pt2-

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-Robot Boy pt3-

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-The Pin Custhion Queen-

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