ART ACTION UNION - CREATIVE ACTIVISM

…society will nourish
or kill the monster.

And hold my head in palm spring hands.
Withered, dying and doth my mortal soul sigh,
Take me, wherever thou go in heavenly lands.

From closing eye’s, I tak…

Ballet trails thou dance, art gleeful evermore shoes
Dancing upon gliding softly sands and diamond toes.
I hath emotion sores! O’ kindred spirit amuse.
Watch for words silver for I hath written pr…

My heart enraged by love’s kept so far.
Anger manifests O’ compassion tides of woe
Come my fair maiden, be art rosemary star.
Enthralled Was I, my fellow jesters in her glow.

And as I, bite …

Pay the piper. Odious O’ squire’s estate in thought,
Sing! Sing to us, my fellow cheek queen
And make’th Natalie blush. For what hath bought,
Go now Jester, for thou repugnance fresh; …

A green mystery box, my dearest art enquire
That’st hastily days end and ending now.
Graceful knee’s develop on low floors attire,
O’ Cotton natures grasp, take thou final bow.

I prese…

Come, Maiden of model’s Valencia peers,
Prowess and beauty hidden in cheek,
And weep not for size 0’ fears.
O’ thy seduce dear in denim smiles meek.

Stay and bathe in life’s dro…

In time passing in may and days gone.
Ask of self for such like’s romance delay,
For I hath, in trows of vice reached bonne
Oh Maiden! Heart’s bitter sweet way.

As ground stales, in wake hid…

Black nights common and morning sleeps,
Tree’s bare voices for Ill forgotten seed
Morning light, my maiden of sky weeps,
And watch as my heart doth bleed.

Wait for me in shores of eternal domain,
S…

Misty dawn on ancient planes, tend furrows.
Rising dusty ground doth God’s glow seep,
Awaken, my many a plenty sleeping burrows
For Christ, hath come in aura airs weep.

O Natalie’, rose̵…

O’ Soul in marriage sunset – Blue skys alight
And pink flamingo flock gather in wake,
Arch angle doves, for heaven engage flight.
Hear now Maiden! Do I quote O’ William Blake.

What no…

For now, tranquil ocean birthing lake,
Sweeping, beguiling torrents in Hades fast
Where did we sleep in verses? Where did we make?
O’ Woe! Our sailing shores ship, ruined mast!

How can I see in bl…

Thy shine in summer fields of dew drop flower
And caress golden strands from beauty desire.
Monet’s painted smile, glistens by the hour
Your beauty perfect, doth love require.

You hath filled my h…

With thirteen lashes
He scourges himself

Looking tired into a broken mirror 
You see a strange wolf in a glimmer
A vision from your dark wood 
Red riding in your neighbourhood. 

Truths do vary
mine from yours
yours from anothers

what are the people expectations for this coming “Dooms Day” on December 21, 2012. May be by seen the pattern of what people expect to happen we could forfeit the future.

Money easy come, easy go, 
To and fro from the casino! 
Where the stakes are high,
And the odds are low.