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• The Monkey's Truth
  by hatefueled

  Okay. There’s this chick who works for NASA. she looks after the monkeys there. Names one ‘God’ because she’s religious, The mo…

  A short and twisted comical theory story about a Monkey.

• Deliverance
  by Robert Knapman

  I came to Africa Pluged into violent crimson fire / Gold dripping amber Riden upon slashed tears of blood / white amethyst sky For…

• PAIN’S MIGHT … Oh the tender soul of it all
  by C.C. Arshagra

  You gave your fists hands to touch Death’s not alone / And you unfurled your wings here to span the whole globe / But were rained on by st…

  This poem is Based on and inspired by the painting Healing Old Wounds By MARIAM MURADIAN. Acrylic and oil pastels on canvas. Dear RedBubble Artist, if I may note: Please be inspire by all that RedBubble gives you. And I Ask: If so –Say so. How hard is it to be grateful aloud. The soul of an artist is frail, maybe even too much so in some misunderstanding instances. But, at least if a writer inspires a visual artist, or the opposite of this happens, or any other cross medium translation of artistic expression, I am sure no damage will be done or interpreted as so. If only the truth be told. The honour is a shared one! For me, the mentioning of (and public acknowledgements of) your art as the source is the most important part of this process. For this involves the most sacred and tender art forms I know of –Honesty. Trust. And Respect. I will soon post a Journal entry by this name to tell the story of Amanda Joy’s brush with plagiarism. And my ever-humbling experience in this tale of online support between artist. So now that I have shoved my preverbile esthetic foot down my throat, I’d might well risk a little fantacty of mine. If I were a painter I’d let some of the lines in this poem inspire me to create, shoot, draw, or paint the soul emotions of my impacted interpretation of them. I am actually not asking you to do so! I would only want to welcome it, and from here let the drive be born naturally by you. The excerpt of the poem ‘PAIN’S Might … oh the tender soul of it all’ are my dream lines. Lo, I am a word man. And quite happy to let the beautiful your soul inspiring images of your visual medium move me to pen a poetic gift born of it. But who knows what will move me next. A journal entry inspired one. It is the mention, the true thanks that matters. Art born of art, born of art, baby, this can be fun work. The energy matters. Just think; Your great grandmother was a comment. One hundred years there is you. Mariam Muradian’s painting is perhaps the 8th one to move me so. Yet, it is the first by an artist I have created with before. As a poet, I have often said, “I am a painter of words”. When I speak to an audience about being a poet I most often say, “It is the job of a poet is to say the unsaid, that which seems impossible to say, the thoughts we all feel but for whatever the reason (Fear, security, doubt, a lack of confidence) we do not”. Poetry is in the end a medium of art. Here at RedBubble I have entered a new realm of influence. You art, images, comments, support, the mature beauty of this community is a rare find for me. Here I have risked my fears of exposure faster than I can say I have any. I am so grateful to all of you who have and will inspire me to create. Gratefully yours, / C.C. Arshagra / / _ / Listen to C.C. READ THIS POEM HERE / / READ PART (2) TWO of this poem here - / A NOTE FROM THE POET: I thank you all for reading this poem! The moments you (may graciously choose to) take to comment truly matter. I am so grateful to those who favorite the work (especially because it a written work) May I ask you to PLEASE READ MORE THAN ONE POEM / See Journal section of my RB page here for a list of short poems / Words Count listed Please further note that there is a vast spectrum of subjects, issues, and levels of intensity. / / / / I am EXTREMELY GRATEFUL TO THOSE OF YOU WHO ADD MY WORKING RedBubble Site to YOUR WATCH LIST --I feel this is one of the highest complements of respect a visiting RedBubbler can give. This is not to under-estimate how riveted my humility feels with each comment. This expresses the reserve of your taste, and the future value of your time. / / - REMEMBER the VISIT The RedBubble Artists and their works of art here. Almost all of my writing are based on and or INSPIRED BY RedBubble Art and Artists. Let my know if any of the links to their sites are not functioning._ (Hot Links)

• Colour of my soul
  by HaRaKiRi

  Loneliness is a friend / it’s always there with me / Deep down I know / This is where I want to be Darkness is my world / this place of mi…

  This is a poem I wrote probably six or seven years ago now that I think about it, back in the days when I suffered from depression and wasn’t the happy, well rounded though somewhat strange person that I am today. At the time I came second in an Australian wide poetry competition for it so someone like it I guess.

• Time To Die ( Fade To Black )
  by Vulcan

  I feel like Jesus Christ planning my own death, / Few breaths to go Infact only one left, / My tombstone shall read Born to prove everybody…

  One of the Dark Ones / About Death

• Black Rock Cave
  by indeterminacy

  One day a man was going to camp in a cave. in death vally. He set up his sleeping bag. Then it started to rian, and then lightning struck…

  A story about time travel written at the age of 11. Originally posted at indeterminacy.blogspot.com URL: http://indeterminacy.blogspot.com/2006/08/black-rock-cave.html

• Tick...Tock...
  by iridatherra

  The door knob turns / Slowly / Smoothly / And the door / Opens with a high tweak / Of badly oiled hinges

  A view of internal struggle.