Picasso
A sacred monster corridor crucified
Creating a fetish against the evil
Swallowed by perceptive realities
In an unlimited freedom of expression
Creating a fetish against the real
To scare off the pictures of mutilations
To scare off the SS Guernica creators
Handing her over into their arms
Saying Go ahead take this little postcard
You made it
A scared monster corridor crucified
Saw all the colours of the blue
Madness the doctors pronounced lol
He said sorry I had no other paint
Picasso sacred Picasso scared
Nailed within a spelling mistake
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Tempera Blue
Oh give me the light
To paint the spheres in marble stones
And choke the fears down to the bones
Pronouncing death insanity tempera blue
Of skyward sacred monsters dedicated to the bright
Who never trusted the stars unless they were one of them
Shining piercing diamond scars
Unto the knives of Guerra Guerra et Libertas
Oozing down the cavemen walls
Fetish hidden strife
Too scared to spell the evil
Too brave to face its facets
Hanging on the ropes of the deadly smiles
And down the rims of broken hands
Painting the final so as to survive
And not be swallowed by tempera night
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I Want A Monster To Be My Friend
Some kids just love
To play with dolls
Or put on funny hats
And some make pets
Of birds and fish
And dogs and
Alley cats
That's not the way
I like to play
I'm tired of all these
I need a very
Special friend
Won't you
Help me please?
I want a monster
To be my playmate
I want a monster
To be my friend
I want to get
For my own pet
A real live monster
Who's not pretend
Oh, I want a monster
To be my playmate
We'd soon become
Good friends because
Although they're hairy
And sometimes scary
They have such soft
And furry paws
If I make friends with
A friendly monster
I'd be the best that a
friend could be
I'd let him do
Whatever he wants to
And he'd always
Belong to me
So, if you know a
Nice old monster
If you've a monster
To recommend
Ooh, golly gee
Please send him to me
I just can't wait
Until then!
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send me my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
To be my friend!
Oh please
Send my monster
Does anybody have
A monster out there
I'll take a
Secondhand monster
He doesn't have
To be new
song performed by by En Vogue
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Fractured Reality Picasso Clarification
No one can convey a fractured broken reality
as masterfully as Picasso
his Guernica render is the most realistic
rendering of media mediated Guera Guera
not his fault the consequences were surreal
Picasso is so broad a human no one should reduce
and cubic is perspective shift
put in a surreal 'ism'
Picasso is my enemy I will overcome him
so as to reduce his breadth
Cube(ism) is not an all inclusive stand
Picasso is my best friend
I will always admire him
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Picasso Is...
Picasso is...
Picasso transcends mortality.
Picasso is fury artistic dynamics in motion.
Picasso always moving in styles
to new levels of artistic perception
through seen seam fractures
of shift broken molten imagery.
Picasso is walking through walls.
Picasso is rebirth in conception.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cubic Picasso Cubism
'Cubism quanta measureless'
is another reality perception phrase
reality surreal continues voyages
was not ‘'Cubism' Picasso’ written
reflecting upon our earlier conversation?
does not our regular discussion upon art
all realities before between after
not enrich perceptive worlds thoughts art
does not Picasso emotion inflict our souls?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Little Ghost
Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above
D
The first woman that I met her
I did not expect a specter
When I shook her hand I really shook a glove
She looked into me so sweetly
And we left the room discreetly
No one else could know the secret of our love
I
Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above
E
Every morning I awoke
And I see my little ghost
Wond'rin' if it's really her that's lying there
I lean to touch her and I whisper
But not brave enough to kiss her
S
When I held her I was really holding air
T
Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above
U
Though I try my best to keep it
There really was no secret
Must have looked like I was dancing with the wall
No one else could see this apparition
But because of my condition
I fell in love with a little ghost and that was all
Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above
No, it's not yet time to meet the lord above
Bye HIM
song performed by by White Stripes
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The Last Picasso
Words and music by neil diamond
The last picasso, the last picasso was just acquired by some old museum, and don quixote, well don quixote the old mans rhyme has lost its reason; which only reminds me have I remembered to say that without you this life of plenty, would seem so empty, the last picasso. oh me and you--me oh me oh me oh me and you-- we, we can sigh--me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh. the last picasso, the last picasso may gather dust amid the ruins, and don quixote, well don quixote may no longer make his wishful tunes; but I still have you and I will have you when evrything else is gone and done with. well be like one with the last picasso. oh me and you--me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you-- we, we can sigh--me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh. oh, me and you--me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you-- we, we can sigh--me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh. oh, me and you--we we can sigh me oh me oh me oh we can sign. oh, me and you.
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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La Guernica '33 Dais
title international headlines
wait for Blitzkrieg lightning war billing
music is city-busting pounding...
at chaos echo empty wall standing
Pablo Picasso is impaled screams hearing
dictatorship carpet bombing falling...
'Antonio Banderas
Is Going To Be One
Sexy Pablo Picasso'
maybe an Oscar win
in dramatic movie '33 Dais'
(33 Days) ? Antonio
will act staged part
swear blood dripping paint
perhaps even realize
a sexy Picasso
in grasped psyche
mind strokes
but as for impaled painting
La Guernica other artists
have already soul possessed
protest painting
in mind spaces
war illuminating
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Paper Moon
I go walkin' under a paper moon
All the birds are singing
Singing you a pretty tune
All the constellations and all the stars above
They all start to whistling
They start singing along
The world is not a monster
And I'm not scared at all
Floatin' through your heavens
The world is in my arms
Oh rainy day
Don't follow me
Cause I'm her baby doll
She's my cup of tea
I go walkin' under a paper moon
And my eyes are made of crystals
Plastic flowers bloom
All the leaves are changing
And the skies are blue
All these seasons of distraction
Can't take the smile God's given you
The world is but a monster
And I'm not scared at all
I'm floatin' through the heavens
The world is in my arms
Oh rainy day
Don't follow me
Cause I'm her baby doll
She's my cup of tea
Love takes care of love
Hate just burns you out
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Paper Moon
I go walkin' under a paper moon
All the birds are singing
Singing you a pretty tune
All the constellations and all the stars above
They all start to whistling
They start singing along
The world is not a monster
And I'm not scared at all
Floatin' through your heavens
The world is in my arms
Oh rainy day
Don't follow me
Cause I'm her baby doll
She's my cup of tea
I go walkin' under a paper moon
And my eyes are made of crystals
Plastic flowers bloom
All the leaves are changing
And the skies are blue
All these seasons of distraction
Can't take the smile God's given you
The world is but a monster
And I'm not scared at all
I'm floatin' through the heavens
The world is in my arms
Oh rainy day
Don't follow me
Cause I'm her baby doll
She's my cup of tea
Love takes care of love
Hate just burns you out
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Evil Soul
Your soul
Is just to evil
Im sorry to say
But youre a monster
In this tiny little world
Called Earth
How do you like it
Having people
Think your evil
I dont understand
Why they are so scared
Of you
Your a plague
That affects lives
Every single day
Your name
Why must I say it
It leaves people
With goosebumps
On their arms
Making people cry
For all there loved ones
Who were taken by you
Your name
Is death
And you have
A very
Evil soul
poem by Allison Unknown
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Another Life 5
When I returned to the Terminal Hotel
Frances said to Candy, “I like these little drinks.
I like laughter
and to maintain a good job
but lately I can’t work
except once in a while on the street.”
“That’s alright, ” said Candy
opening the bottle of Cherry Liqueur.
“I once was set up
with this guy for a date
when I spoke to him
on the phone
he had a pleasant voice
but when I saw him
he had a big head
like a circle like a full moon
deformed
the features all too big.
the worst Fetish I ever saw...”
“Fetish? ” I asked.
Candy said impatiently, “Bernstein,
don’t interrupt Franny
just look out the window.
You like that.”
Frances stared at me saying,
“Fetish. The evil ones,
the ones who lead you astray.
He went into the bedroom.
and took off his pants
then said for me to come in
for sex.
I told him I’m not like that.
Then he pressed me close
and I smelled the Fetish smell
from his ears
and a little from his anus
but not his mouth.
That’s how people are fooled.”
And I listened by the window
to profundities, to pain,
patiently, at peace
in a warm room
with Candy and this woman
safe now
the empty streets
distant, at least
a thousand miles away.
poem by Charles Chaim Wax
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Picasso's always been such a huge influence that I thought when I started the cartoon paintings that I was getting away from Picasso, and even my cartoons of Picasso were done almost to rid myself of his influence.
quote by Roy Lichtenstein
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Scared
I'm scared of life and what i'll become
I'm scared of not being able to go on
I'm scared of what will happen
I'm scared of your reaction
I'm scared of letting go
I'm scared of what i don't know
I'm scared of losing you
I'm scared of being used
I'm scared of being hurt beyond repair
I'm scared of whats out there
I'm scared and so alone
I'm scared and searching for a place to call home
Will you hold me and fight away my fears
Will you tell me it's gonna be okay and wipe away my tears
Will you hold my hand as i walk through the dark
Will you stay and not leave or break my heart
Will you be there to pick me up when i fall down
Because i really need someone right now
poem by Jean Pullman
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The first monster you have to scare the audience with is yourself.
quote by Wes Craven
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This Picasso Imaginable Thing...
two faces of a woman 7: 32 AM
ah 7: 32 AM
picasso 7: 32 AM
mooo 7: 32 AM
ah 7: 33 AM
is that what it is 7: 33 AM
pain and happiness? 7: 33 AM
wa ko kabalo ana 7: 33 AM
picasso has a painting of a woman with two faces 7: 33 AM
i hav seen picasso's work 7: 33 AM
havent you seen it? 7: 33 AM
never realized that 7: 33 AM
yes cubism 7: 33 AM
he explained that to me while we were in barcelona spain 7: 34 AM
(har har har) 7: 34 AM
hahahha 7: 34 AM
good one 7: 34 AM
poor bald picasso 7: 34 AM
travel jud ang mind 7: 34 AM
still having lots of erections despite his ugly legs 7: 34 AM
mao ba? 7: 35 AM
hoe did u know that/ 7: 35 AM
how 7: 35 AM
the indefatigable picasso 7: 35 AM
wow 7: 35 AM
we were in the brothels of paris with alexander pope 7: 35 AM
hahaah 7: 35 AM
mahilig jud ang artist no 7: 35 AM
honestly, i have the book 7: 35 AM
good 7: 36 AM
the writers in europe sometimes find themselved in reunion and communion with whores and drink red whores beer together 7: 36 AM
yes! Edgar Degas too 7: 37 AM
my fav
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?
quote by Pablo Picasso
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The Big Big Whoredom
Come on baby turn that frown upside down
Tell me why you aint been around
What is it brings you down?
We work the hardest to be the smartest (we work)
We work the hardest to be the smartest (we work)
We work the hardest to be the smartest (we work)
We work the hardest to be the smartest (we work)
And the big big whoredom scared me
No, no, baby I aint convinced it aint so bad as you paint it
Theres plenty more heads of hair for us out there
Well strike it rich, a monster switch (monster)
Well strike it rich, a monster switch (monster)
Well strike it rich, a monster switch (monster)
Well strike it rich, a monster switch (monster)
But the big big whoredom scares me (no no it doesnt do that)
The big big whoredom scares me (no no dont be sad)
The big big whoredom scares me (please please stop it)
The big big whoredom scares me (dont dont)
The big big whoredom scares me (please)
The big big whoredom scares me (no)
The big big whoredom scares me
The big big whoredom scares me
The big big whoredom scares me
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Powers that hold forever
You had a power over me.
On that day that you hurt me.
You had the power to bring me down.
Its a power thats never gone.
A power thats never losened its grip.
You prayed on my weakness
You knew I was defencless.
But it would appear you didnt care.
You didnt give a shit.
That I was weak and helpless
I couldnt fight back.
God only knows how scared I was.
You had the power to scare me.
You took the power to hurt me.
Power is a strong thing.
Bastards like you love power.
Power nevew losens the grip.
Never lets me be.
Thats cos you scared me so
You scared me with your power
You scared me witless
poem by Amy Kerswell
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Poweres that hold forever
You had a power over me.
On that day that you hurt me.
You had the power to bring me down.
Its a power thats never gone.
A power thats never losened its grip.
You prayed on my weakness
You knew I was defencless.
But it would appear you didnt care.
You didnt give a shit.
That I was weak and helpless
I couldnt fight back.
God only knows how scared I was.
You had the power to scare me.
You took the power to hurt me.
Power is a strong thing.
Bastards like you love power.
Power nevew losens the grip.
Never lets me be.
Thats cos you scared me so
You scared me with your power
You scared me witless
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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