Sunday, December 30, 2012

The Tree of Life


 Charles Darwin was the first person to draw a Tree of Life that showed that all species on Earth are related and that they evolved from a common ancestor. This is his tree.

There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved. ~Charles Darwin, The Origin of Species

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Your Very Flesh, a Poem

Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body... ~ Walt Walt Whitman

Friday, December 28, 2012

Feet, what do I need you for? I have wings to fly.

My whole life I have dreamed of being an artist.  Art is my therapy. Art is my God. Art is my redemption. Art is my soul on canvas. I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration. 

Everyday I will post a new piece along with my thoughts and feelings that inspired it. Please feel free to comment, question, criticize, and hopefully, enjoy.

Peace and love,

Thursday, June 28, 2012

The Birth Of Venus


You would call the foam real, the sea real, real
the conch shell and real the blowing wind; you
would see the lightning in the goddess's eyes,
the sky and the elements laughing about her; the
Hours treading the beach in white garments, the
breeze curling their loosened and flowing hair;
their faces not one, not different, as befits sisters.
You could swear that the goddess had emerged
from the waves, pressing her hair with her right
hand, covering with the other her sweet mound
of flesh; and where the strand was imprinted by
her sacred and divine step, it had clothed itself
in flowers and grass; then with happy, more than
mortal features, she was received in the bosom
of the three nymphs and cloaked in a starry garment.

O fair god: you who inspire through the eyes
unto the heart sweet desire full of bitter
thought, you nourish souls with a sweet venom,
feeding yourself on tears and sighs, you ennoble
whatever you regard, for no baseness can exist
within your breast; Love, whose subject I am
forever, now lend your hand to my low intellect.

Sustain the burden that weighs so much upon
me, rule, Love, my tongue and hand; you are
the beginning and the end of my lofty endeavor.

~Angelo Ambrogini

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Dirty Paws

Her dirty paws and furry coat,
She ran down the forest slope
The forest of talking trees,
They used to sing about the birds and the bees
The bees had declared a war,
The sky wasn't big enough for them all
The birds, they got help from below,
From dirty paws and the creatures of snow

And for a while things were cold,
They were scared down in their holes
The forest that once was green
Was colored black by those killing machines
But she and her furry friends
Took down the queen bee and her men
And that's how the story goes,
The story of the beast with those four dirty paws

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Shadows On The Wall

I Dreamed A Million Dreams
 And Never Looked Back
I Sleep Walked Through The Drama
Tried To Bury The Trauma 
But Now I Visit The Girl 
The One That  Lived The Life That I Once Knew

She Sits Under A tree
Barely Resembling Me
A Shadow Of Things Unseen.

  I Pass The Burned  Bridges
 Walls That Have Tumbled Down.
  Past The Nightmares That Scream The Silence
 And The Silence That Screams The Dreams

 The Truth Awakens.
The Cave Opens.
   Awareness Makes An Appearance. 

  Shadows On The Wall
Pictures Shatter
Lies Fall

From The Rubble Sprouts the Truth
Old And Forgotten
Reborn From The Ashes   
Saved From Destruction

Waves Wash Over Me
Mountains Crumble Before Me
She is Me
And I Am Her 

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

For Dawson

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
Where they’re far more suited than here

And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain

And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere