My Words

Understanding the World through words

Tag: artist

What you love-poem

If you’re not doing
what you love—
stop, breath,
and reassess.
It’s never too late.
No one pays you enough
to lose your dreams.
Employers don’t care if
you’re a poet,
or painter.
If you don’t care enough
to pursue your dreams,
what your giftings are?
No one will.


Sometimes rejection hurts.
I have tough skin.
I have worldly experience.
I know that life’s hard.
I’ve been around the block twice.
It’s just another day in the life of an artist.
You only live once.
Repeat after me:
It’s their loss, not mine, and
what Nietzsche said,
What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.

Always Late—Poem

Never really content, I’m straddled to a
reckoning chair; sitting by a tattooed young lady
in a pink tank top thinking, careening, contemplating
my next steps; dissatisfied with my current job.

Dissatisfied with all the wet ink that dribbles from my
mind, my arm. I’m a southpaw, late bloomer, occasionally
optimistic mostly intrinsic.

I’m not what they want—
they are looking for well dressed, mentally manicured guys.
I’m an artist, freethinker, never stop questioning the
status quo, never stop questioning the ills of this world. Can’t think
of people as numbers, but as living souls with pulsating hearts.
Nobody likes that, until you’re buried and then they realize—
he was a renaissance man, what a loss…
Those realizations are always late.

I Want My Cake


Salvador Dali


Holding Hands Walking In San Francisco


George Baselitz


George Baselitz painter
His paintings are upside down
His colors are not!

Marcel Duchamp Played


Marcel Duchamp played
A naked lady in chess
In my mind he won.