“Fragile” – acrylic painting and unique technique on canvas by Daciana
Category: abstraction
Down by the Stream
From Uneasy Thoughts by Arturo Hernandez / 1992 / Wrote this one a long long time ago. Not sure what I was thinking at the time. But I wrote it down anyway. #FlashBackFriday
Unfortunate Holy men with shiny crowns drown
Under a roaring stream full of mean fish.
If you look hard and long you might catch a glimpse of a head or leg drifting down the stream. A hand or two reaching out for help.
If you look harder you may also catch a gleam of crown or the pointy top of one floating by.
Poor folk around the stream dip their tongues in the water to savor the rich flavor. The holy taste. Tastes like heaven, they say.
(In their dreams, the poor folk, holding hands, urinate in the sparkling stream.)
Unlike the Holy men, who dare not come to close to the stream, the poor folk love to frolic there.
Do you blame them? Would you (if your were a holy man), not unless you’d prefer to swim then die in the gleam of the a urine sparkle mix? Didn’t think so.
And so, the poor folk, not as scared, perform their watery chores with no fear, day in and day out. Not one care in the world.
Art Hernandez 9 – 12 -1992
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What is the Meaning of Life
From Assortment of Poetry by Arturo Hernandez (2022-)
What is the meaning of life
The pains. The dreams.
The hunger. Moonbeams.
The rain. The sun shine
The trains. The moon shine.
What is this?
The pets. The brother.
The vets. The mother.
What does this mean?
The sharks. The whales.
Pool sharks. Large sails.
Singers.
Dancers.
What does this all mean?
School books
Fish hooks
First love
White dove
War
Peace
Fire and ice
Movies and dice
Poker games
Body shame
Ants
Pants
Is there some meaning to these
Things?
What do they bring?
Flying
Dying
Eating
Farting
Running
And walking
Tv
Movie
And I can almost go on
Forever. But I’ll stop son.
I will give up.
I’ll just shut up….
A. Hernandez may 22 2012
The Lonely Music
From Rhythm And Dime, And Then Some Slime and Other Scanned Poems 1985-
I myself is singing, the birds are remembering to listen from up above
On their family trees.
The trumpet blowers turning green and blue, the sound of music sways like a
Dance to remember, a sentence to say, a poem to recite, and story
To read, flower to pick, a sun to rise, a bone to pick, a skin so
Thick, a rise in salary, and last but not least an only chance.
My tears that had fallen, as the music continues, gather together like
A cluster of bright new born stars, a waterfall down into the river flow,
Spread like peanut butter on bread into the vast oceans of eternity.
From this long road a lovely person as tall as me wonders endless night
Ahead.
The moon is my only companion, the stars twinkle like a diamond does
Sparkle, and I am so lonesome and so tired I can die.
As I decide, my mind slowly melts into water, my eyes have been warned so many
Times a curfew seems in order.
Brainless butt heads cowering in dark circles, their ears wide
Open, listening to my sad chorus, to the sad notes playing
Patty cake in the misty, fogy, darkness of night. Switch blades
Hanging from their belts, machine guns lain on the ground, un armed.
And to my surprise the redness in their eyes have disappeared.
I feel no need for the comfort my mother demonstrates. I feel no need
For the sun to shine any longer.
A. Hernandez 1-24-1990
The Crippled Minded One
From Bloody Thoughts by Arturo Hernandez 1995–
I must be crippled in the mind
I think and think and see all sorts of signs
Telling me beware, telling me take care,
Slash them to pieces, Jesus! And I dare.
I must be crippled in the upstairs.
No life left up there.
Just mental strokes of insanity,
I blame them for this calamity!
I believe I must be completely crippled,
For my mind thinks in double and triple.
Thinks about suffering.
Thinks about murdering.
I am starting to think otherwise.
It’s all cool right up inside in there,
No need to panic anymore,
No need to take score.
I know now what must be done,
This race we call us must come undone,
This blood in our veins should all come to rot,
This flesh keeping me sane must be unlocked.
I now know all these crippled thoughts
Mustn’t just be madness my mind has bought.
I will do what must come to heart
I must do it now before my head comes apart!
Art Hernandez 4-17-2007
Corruption
From Uneasy Thoughts by Arturo Hernandez 1999
Corruption, eruption, destruction, pure disruption
fires everywhere, smoke rising into the air,
babies dying, bombs diving, limbs flaming,
I’ve done my job correctly,
you can call me evil if need be,
i’ve detonated the explosive,
death spectacular impressive,
they call me the Devil,
I call them the Axis of Evil,
I lie to their faces,
in high up places,
dining with the well off,
while others choke and cough,
I’ve done my job expertly,
i see my life inversely
they call me the devil,
I call them the liberals,
but what i am is not much,
upstairs there’s not a bunch.
i stand on the hill,
throwing bodies into hell,
smirking,
jerking
others all around,
with my awful sound,
and dreadful pound,
of my nauseating voice,
they have no choice,
and once they did,
but I won instead,
they call me the devil,
i call them all evil,
its in my blood,
this raging flood,
of low count cells,
and cancer spells,
in my veins they rush,
the cocaine hush, hush,
they call me stupid,
i am ruler instead,
they bombed my towers,
killing so many others,
innocent people,
screaming people,
I am the devil,
dum as can be.
Yet I believe,
The Devil’s smarter than me.
Art Hernandez September 26 2006
Some Thinking I Do by A Hernandez 2022 July
Some Thinking I Do by A Hernandez 2022 July / I haven’t done a digital piece in a long time. I really like this one. #digitalart
Painting by Itaru Shimamura
I’m A Freaking Animal
From My Mixed Up Mind – Poems For 2022
I’m a freaking animal
Beast in motion
Snarling eating drinking
Animals bow to me
And bark my entrance with
Extreme reverence.
I have wings that shoot me
Into outer space.
Pass the moons around the
Earth.
Pass the rings around the moons around the earth.
The other beast would cry out
“Hey it’s that beast! “
And I snarl at them with
Extreme reverence.
And take another swig.
And reply, “Thank you!
You lowly mothers.
You monkeys
You mongooses
You cows. ”
I’m no beast of burden.
All creatures hail me,
Sing songs to me as I sleep,
Write poems about me:
Rise beast take aim
Fire upon Man, lame
Tear Man’s heart
Out.
Do it quickly. Shout!
5 -3 2022 A. Hernandez
Poems by Arturo Hernandez 