FACEBOOK CHAT discussing LIFE and ART
6:12
Alex: but people around me...always want to shoot it down
the first question "did u get paid"
like sure..i would like to see it generate something at some point..but a lot of times it's just done to get some ideas out
6:12pm
Me: do you mind if i put this convo up as the muse for my Tuesday poem
?
6:12pm
Alex: i think if it's for the public..i'm going to have to come out of pocket...frame a series..some paintings..some live music...
just let people soak it in
no
not at all
i guess what i am trying to say..in society one somehow can deal with "validation"
6:13pm
Alex: like even if people don't care for it..in the eyes of others people want to jugde...have a checklist for when you have validated yourself
it can be ..mm..marriage..
that ideal job...
etc.
6:14pm
Me: word
6:14pm
Alex: when it comes to my art...i deal with that a lot..like not everything you do is meant for you to sell
6:15pm
Me: well said.....
6:15pm
Alex: just like people go out on a saturday to have a drink...I choose to spend my money buying a wide palette of colors..taking some brews to the wall..and creating something i can reflect on in years to come
I don't know if you relate to that in some way Senyo....
AHHH!!!! lucky number 13.... 13 leaves in the olive branch 13 bars and stripes in the shield 13 arrows in the right claw 13 letters in the "E Pluribus Unum" on the ribbon 13 stars in the green crest above 13 granite stones in the Pyramid. 13 letters in Annuit Coeptis
Its the root of it all. Least we never forget the original seed. Evil sprouts when it germinates, so you cant tell your wants from your needs. You salivate for that which will fail to validate...you wipe the spit from your lip, we look surprised at how close you are to the gravel pit. Frustration is your middle name and you just "Do what you gotta do" because that which was meant for later, you must have NOW.......
Willing participants in our own crippling. So easy the trickster doesnt have to do one single thing....
This note is legal tender for all debts, public and private......I disagree, you PRICK.
That thin sheet of paper fails as tender for such exchanges. Sweat cannot be quantified in treated tree bark, shit sweat carries weight. The value of a Man's work is depreciated by any inanimate object standing in work's place.
Furthermore, the corruptors of the currency are ruled ineligible in aiding us in resolutions in matters relating to life's market....
The original criminals, that came before the gangstas. Skill for skill then nill for skill then blood for skill then blood for nill until we have nill for nill. Paper currency, the consummate middleman calling all the shots. A heartless, soul less entity that we have all vowed a love for openly. Waiting like nervous high-school prom queens waiting to be announced. But what happens to a heart expressing love to an object anything without a pulse?....Heartbreak Hotel. The dollar will break your heart into pieces left to be swept up then will charge that ass for not checkin out before 12...
First aim patiently, then pursue violently
6yrs of age
Trained
with shaky hands
To fight in skill
By the grafted man
We move in the shadows
Like Elite assassins
Of the Ozunu Clan
Flank squad in Allah's Army
An unlikely couple
...But still, Here we are
Basic Training
For sophisticated battles
A bio-rhythm
All too complex
Numerals play who's who
W/ iodine stained paper
Shades painted with a toddlers whim
Constructing involuntary prose
Poetry that
Dos a Dos
With a serpent
Propped on his elbows
Still Stepping
with two left feet
The world as his partner
He dances us around circles
Make no mistake about it
We are at War
And
Human Souls
Is the goal
It drips from the cup
For the eventual victor to hold
They say it takes money
To make money
But who the hell
Really wants money?
Without the things
In exchange
That come from it
By "it"
I mean by agreement
Hope you know
Acknowledgement is the
Power we give government
Fort Knox contains no secrets
Chain groceries instead of farms
Restaurants instead of barns
A man who never learns to fish
Will likely gnaw off his own arm
And a man who never learns to build
Can't beat the cold with his charm
You can pull one over on the people
But nature will wash the truth
Asunder in Her storm
* I will take payment in the form of smiles, laughter, deep convos, sweat, seriousness, love, effort, understanding, a lesson learned, food, any available skill or useful activity**
Street Art by the incomparable Alex Ayala
http://www.flickr.com/photos/8607365@N05/4658972142/
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