Open Your Eyes

I Wish I Could See in Ultraviolet

She has whimsical hair

That whispers off the wind

A bruised brunette

In a mauve crewneck

I met her by the brook

In the nightshade of brunfelsia flowers

Catching her scent in the crevices of held hands

Like the petals that showered around us

And danced

Scratching backs

We flaked away at fragile facades

To beautiful truths

To beautiful flaws

To useless facts that help relax

And to the depths we’ve both fallen to(o) far

Thirsting for more of her

Portions known

I forfeit those old torpid tones

As mornings go

The orbit grows

Calling to me like an organ moans

Her name…

-WildFievel

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workaholics:

Look for the July 2012 issue of High Times magazine for a special interview with the guys of Mail Order Comedy.

I think they discuss campaign finance reform and their preferred cut of Blade Runner, among other topics, but there’s no way to be sure until you check the mag yourself.

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I Thought I Saw the Universe

Curled up in the corner of my room

was the universe

but to be sure

is too soon.

It fit tessellated on the spindles of fractals

spinning in dizzily

gripped in a lasso.

It kept rushing forward

but couldn’t let the past go.

Concrete setting,

constantly the path grows

down through the black groves

like needles on a black groove

stamped on the landscape

of time-lapse tunes.

I’m plucking at the strings

of theories and theologians.

It’s too soon to see

we’re all caught in a moment.

-WildFievel

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stupidityhurtsmyhead-stop-it:

I have brown hair… Well I guess I know where my life is going… Damned brown hair.

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Peace Face

Spray-paint and acrylic on paper

WildFievel

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Wild Child

There,

where I stood

I thought I knew not to stare

but she looked too good

and I was too drunk to care.

She filled up the air

with peaches and pears

glowing with the light

of fireflies in her hair.

She whispered to me wild-eyed,

“We could be those dirty dreams.”

then leaning in, I replied,

“I’ll show you scenes you’ve never seen.”

-WildFievel

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Stencil painting I did for a friend

-WildFievel

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Paintings by Juxtapoz Magazine founder and lowbrow legend Robert Williams.

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Self Portrait

-WildFievel

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redsurrealmind:

Henrique Oliveira, the Brazilian emerging artist known for his spatial wooden pieces whose irregular forms devour large spaces which give you the sense that you are actually inhabiting someone’s body

”I believe that the message is never art itself, but instead, the lack of a message is a characteristic that makes some creations interesting to me…my works may propose a spatial experience, an aesthetic feeling, a language development and many more nominations to refer to the relation it establishes with the viewer. But, any attempt to find a message would fail.”. - Henrique Oliveira

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