Month: January 2018
Listen for My Name
Listen For My Name
If I had Listened for my Name I would have heard the Sweet Silent Saint Speaking & Calling of Destiny beyond my Brittle Brain. I am a series of abandoned places and misplaced faces turning, churning learning.
If I had Listened for My Name I would have escaped the Family Plot and Indecent Mausoleum that keeps my bones on ice. Dust would not have gathered in splotches and griefs within crevasses of spirit and soul.
If I had Listened For My Name my world would burst forth, setting free oceans of galaxies. Seas of synchronicity.
If I had Listened For My Name I would not have signed away my hopes and dreams into obligations and duties.
I would not be a lost one looking for a home. Sequoias and sand bid me entrance. Forest and Green Hills bid me Welcome.
That voice though unintelligible yet distinct was getting louder and more insistent on being heard.
I a Scavenger of Blues spread stardust seeds from journey seeking the Traveler. An impenetrable Limbo foggy and heavy misty prior to a storm. So difficult that staying afloat feels like drowning. My views are behind a steel cage.
The Storm arrives to clear the air.
Muddled Dreams and Visions receive clarification when passing through hurricanes and tornadoes.
For I am Most Awake When Dreaming.
Life Beyond, Behind and Through Green Cauls
Copious amounts of letters, alphabets, symbols and gibes fell to the floor. Some fell into gestures others were barely held together by periods, adjectives, commas, semi-colons, verbs and apostrophes. Weak chain links that were often smashed into derpish grins.
My Muse sprinkled the fallens with Holy Water and Anointing Oil keeping rigor mortis from settling in. Here and There Muse Traveler plants and picks, prunes and shears. Preparing the landscape.
Mystic + Muse Join Forces with the Traveler Leading the Way Home.
My Name is planted deeply within foraging for nourishment. Perpetuating eternal root systems
Once again I must Pray my Unconscious into Being.
This prose poem inspired by My Ghana SiStar and Sister-Friend Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia
https://amoafowaa.com/2018/01/26/if-i-had-listened-to-maame-crazy-stanzas/
https://amoafowaa.com/2018/01/27/%E2%80%8Bwhat-you-dont-see/
The Creation of Glitter Glutch
Creation and Evolution of Glitter Glutch aka A Case of the Blues
Photography Mixed Media Collage.
Inspiration Jean-Michel Basquiat & Jackson Pollack
Jean-Michel Basquiat is one of my brother Stephen’s Favorite Artists
The Creation of Glitter Glutch
A Case of the Blues
Makings of Glitter Glutch
Will you be Swallowed Up? Or will the Glutch Swallow You?
A Case of the Blues
Twirl and Swirl painting with nail polish, acrylic paints, stickers & found materials. Mixed Media Masterpiece
Inspiration ~~ Artist/Painter ~~ Jackson Pollack and Jean-Michel Basquiat who is buried in Greenwood Cemetery located in Brooklyn, New York
The Swirl and Twirl or Drip Method is quite messy so I do my artwork mostly outside




My Materials


Broadway Junction en Lacquer
This is a Mixed Media Photo-Collage that I am Submitting to the Union Art Show taking place on March 11th.
Drip painting with nail polish. Inspiration ~~ Artist/Painter ~~ Jackson Pollack
Happy Feline Friday & Caturday Saturday
HAPPY FELINE FRIDAY & CATURDAY SATURDAY, LOVE & MEOWS FROM SYLVESTER
Happy Feline Friday & Caturday Saturday from Sylvester
Meow from Sylvester









Giles and Niles Poetry Brothel
Giles and Niles Poetry Brothel
Where the Aliens communicate with you via your headphones, headset or ear buds. That’s not the heating system turning on that’s the spaceships from Mars and Venus landing on Earth.
Calm pebbles on a lonely beach. The precursor to walking out a 10th Floor Window.
Rollicking Rivers have been testaments to many a debauchery.
A Vortex of Sex and Drudgery created by a fracture. A fracture of faith, morals and betrayal.
Soon the curtain will drop on the Clown Prince of Gigolos.
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