Sculpture by Chris Burden
Category: abstraction
Angry and Crazed / 2000
Angry voices in my head,
Violent images and violent
sounds sounding in my mind,
Squirming about like large
black snakes in my brain.
I see them cooperating, making plans, their
Faces blurred and laughing at me,
They’re talking behind my
back; snickering bastards!
Tim, Mary, Gervase, and even fat Jack!
Angry voices in my brain tell
me things, instructions
I think.
Their blurred faces
are still laughing at me.
Where can I hide where can
I go to dulcify my suffering.
Bizarre sounds like guns
firing, like people screaming,
Like homes exploding,
invading my mind.
I see me now, happy now,
not sad, sitting silently,
Strapped to this wooden
chair, waiting for God to take
Me now.
9-20-2000 – A. Herandez
Gang Fight
The light mobsters unite
With sound gangs tonight,
Joining forces are the smell hoodlums,
Congregating.
Plans are being made.
Tonight the mobsters and the hoodlums
And gangs will shoot at the moon.
(In hopes to kill it in the night sky)
Drop dead they are screaming,
Laughing,
Telling jokes, all as bullets tear
And split the dark.
What a crazy night.
A. Hernandez 7 19 2022
by Shahin de Heart
Happy With Two Or One Zeros
There are times when I feel less than zero.
I am one with nothing
I am one with one or two zeros.
I am no hero (I know this)
I am just what God intended
No more no less.
Watch me and see am happy with nothing
And happily nothing is in love with me.
I can see the world
And I think I know how it moves
Which way it grooves
The dance routine is simple.
I move to the love song the world sings.
It just rings and rings, rings, rings
In my soul. Groovy tunes are my
Ruin.
I can say this without the pain
“I know the pain means to hurt”
And with much anger it does hurt
My heart,
My knees,
My head,
And sometimes
My teeth.
I can say this without pain now,
And also right after I take this white little pill.
I am nothing but zero.
There is something in zero.
However no heroes here, in the zero.
Just the pain before or after the white tiny pill.
10 28 2022 A. Hernandez
Trip by Colin Merrick
Poor Little Freak
Art Hernandez 5-19- 2000
Poor little freak pretending to sleep, with your eyes wide open and ready to swell.
Poor little freak, stab you I might, now get your butt out of my sight!
Poor little freak, with freaky glasses and freaked up smell,
I can stand you no longer so go straight to hell!
Poor little freak, with your tiny little freaky brain,
Sticking out the many holes in your head;
Its dripping to the ground, your dripping your stain.
Lap up your mess, and get before I find you dead!
Freaky little man, with freaky little plans,
Swarming in your freaking mind,
Condemned souls are what you find,
Freaky little man, better make your stand!
I must turn from this mirror……
I must turn from this mirror.
Art Hernandez 5-19- 2000
Some Poems Are Forgotten
Some poems are forgotten.
As they are not written down.
As the mind is worthless and forgets
Reminds me of the mosquito that one second is right before your eyes and quickly leaves vanishes into another dimension
Reminds me of a cloud up way up in the sky one moment it is duck
and the next something I have no comprehension of.
Like the bubble gleaming sunshine
Pops! And it is no longer mine.
Let me write this down
Before it flies & all gone.
It can now be found
This poem not forgotten.
7 3 2022 A. Hernandez
Sculpture by Mathias Kiss
Monkey Sea
Monkey Sea
Monkey dew
Chicken crossed the road
Cow jumped over toad
Mouse ran up the clock
Hare the bully jock
Passed the turtle
Jumped a hurdle.
Ant fights a rubber tree
Stings like a bumble bee
Floats like a butterfly
Eyes the dragonfly
Ignores the house fly.
Billy goat jumps
Over the bump
Thursday is here
Friday very near.
Bear shits in the woods
Like all smart bears should.
A. HERNANDEZ JUNE 17 2022
Poems by Arturo Hernandez 