she’s falling through the atmosphere shattering onto the earth like
cascading stars scattering stardust fresh from heaven a baby at war this is just the beginning she is completely out of control untamed and inspiring a ruby glow inferno i will never let you go she spins her lucid Alice in Wonderland imagination into a live playground spiraling down the chorus of cosmos
a crown of flowers wrapped around her head the sweet perfume of daisies dripping down her neck she inherited a palace a dainty treehouse in the woods and she would sit and drink tea and read books like she should good night and sweet women, gourmet, and wine serenity and life there is a kingdom inside
every time you open your mouth I see fireflies of luscious language flow forth like radiating confetti like that golden helmet on your marvelous mercury mind …i see you wield words like they are ingredients in spellbooks and you feel alone with your thoughts and you don’t know what’s louder, the world outside or the chaos within the madness created by your twin and you write invitations with your mind to birthdays that lead to wonderland and poetry tea mixed inside ~ i can hear and see and feel your voice everywhere
she writes poetry on sheets of moonlight with a pen that pours out ink from the whole night sky it’s her creamy words made of moisture beads and dreamy composition, she can create an orchestra with lunar lyrics and love notes written by the stars
everything i see in the world it all comes back to you because you are my mother, my lover my daughter and my sister i can hear the stars whisper stay wild my dear moon child
if i was a psychic i’d say to a leo that their heart was carrying too much weight. i’d say you are so involved in the moment that i can hear the violins of your heart playing and you leave it wide open and that this is your curse and your gift. i know you go home and you can’t stop leaking you can’t stop leaking the gods are watching you crying but
those tears that fell down the cheeks of great leos like napoleon, max
heindel, amelia earheart, helena blavatsky and carl jung are the ones glistening from your eyes the gods know how marvelous you are ~ even when you can’t shine
shaking and rapidly exhaling, don’t crush your wings against the weight of your own mind they were so perfectly, pleasantly, patiently crafted like the way you use your hands to delicately thread and rewire and repair they are like instruments the way they touch everything and leave a frosted glaze i always know when you have been because you leave nothing behind like you want to be invisible
she rises from the aroma of a flower dainty as a forest fairy, honorable as
a warrior fighting for the cause that captures her musical heart she’s always on the threshold of a fairytale she is some delectable mind and figure of abstract beauty to behold life is her dance across cards gently placed she twirls on
imagination and spins in reverie, a performance of abstract
movement, a tightrope display, a true portrait of balance and artistry
I want to destroy these monsters But devastating them destroys a part of myself I feel more alive in the shadow than the light I prefer the creaking hollow in my bones to the noise of people, the static, the show I have been violated by poisons from hidden valleys I have been stung by leaking ink dripping dark words from unconscious levies Sometimes my body is just a floating Trying to contain century’s memories Between my legs the monsters crawl Trying to perforate every part of me And I was only just becoming used to this skin
she hears wisdom from the mountains and songs from the sea she sings the music of every language and tastes of every herb and spice something is sultry and glowing in her gaze she is sunkissed and filled with dreams that seem written constellations her mind has wandered everywhere it has left footprints in every valley and book, every mind and philosophy she is like sunday everyday, a vacation a getaway a sail into the horizon, a cruise through the stars a freefall into nature’s arms
look how much you’ve grown i’ve seen you slowly fill in those eyes that belong to an old soul i’ve seen you stretch into those bones that were always too big for you and you keep waking up every morning because you know one day you will be rewarded you hold onto the knowing that things will get better and you will feel less sicker and your work will finally be done
you try to read your own puzzle like a book with a magnifying glass as if you are disconnected on the outside staring in you are not an abstract entity i feel you your body pulsates like electrons exploding like bubbles of blue foam your feelings are turquoise crystals over the sea never tainted but reflecting shades and hues from unknown galaxies don’t hide what was crafted so exquisitely
there were times she stayed in bed for days i couldn’t touch her without her bleeding she had third degree burns every sense hurts then she would laugh with god or angels or something invisible i am not dealing with a girl but something magical
The Libra walks a delicate path in life. The individual is ascended on airy wings above a tightrope of oppositions and multiple perspectives that she is forced to reconcile and balance. She knows the fragility of everything, especially relationships, the truth from the lie, the golden glow of madness, the ability to sink into the mind of everyone around her, the thoughts of others crackle like thunder, their howls like wails from her own chest. There tends to be a great interest in depth psychology with Libra. Attempting to intellectually understand the people around her and fuse this with incredible social intuition generates a tremendous insight into pure human nature and behavior. She is a natural psychologist, she can read people like books. The Libra knows how to see the beauty in every soul, and to keep peace in the Venus kingdom she tip toes around others, fearful of spraying poisonous conflict into the air she keeps diamond and free from dusty disharmony. She really is the Queen of Hearts. Love is the carousal ride that keeps the world rich with colour, delight, and sensation for Libra. But it is not simply about romantic relationships, but about bringing the bliss of harmony through the world through reconciling what is opposite, creating relationships with light, aroma, design, movement, and fragmented parts of herself. There is something dainty about the Libra world because the individual sketches such portraits of perfection, projecting tremendous ideals and lines of symmetry onto her surroundings. Life is a dance to Libra across cards gently placed, she twirls on imagination and spins in reverie, it is a performance of abstract movement, a tightrope display, a true display of artistry.
Painter Elaine de Kooning working on John F Kennedy painting in Manhattan studio, 1964, New York, NY. Photo by Alfred Eisenstaedt, LIFE.
In 1962 Elaine de Kooning was commissioned to paint a portrait of President John F. Kennedy to be hung in the Harry S. Truman Library in Independence, Missouri. De Kooning was one of the early participants in the Abstract Expressionist movement. She was given access to the president during his winter sojourn in Palm Beach, Florida, in late 1962 and early 1963.
Me, wearing sunglasses, rolling by on a skateboard as sweet jams play on the boombox on my shoulder:
art is subjective even tho I might dislike artstyle choices like anime to reptiles with tits you do whatever whatever makes you happy dude