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: I finish this school year in less than a month.

Please come late,
so that I have almost given you up
and have started glancing round the room,
thinking everyone is you.
Please don't come
until I have started missing you,
thinking I will never see you again,
praying you are lost.
Come too late for me not to notice.
Make me suffer,
wondering what you are doing
on the other side of town,
still in your dressing down.
make me beg for mercy
when you pick up a magazine.

Are you looking in your mirror,
suddenly remembering me?
I'm on my second coffee by now,
eating the little bits of sugar in my cup.
Haven't you even set out yet?
I decided I don't want to see you after all.
I don't really like you.
I'd rather be on my own.
I know it is all over between us,
but I go on sitting here,
reading a newspaper,
not understanding a word.
If you came in now, I wouldn't recognize you.
Don't come anywhere near me
until I have gone slightly made for love of you.

<3

 
   
  

acrylic on illustration board . 20 x 30 in.
~12 hours . hinge matted
Assignment: Color, Meaning, & Culture

: This picture really doesn't help, but pretty self-explanatory.
I chose Japan for personal reasons.. hehhh

eh. it turned out alright, I guess..
a big 'not bad' to many, I'm sure. haha
I tried to apply the multiple angle compositions and repetition in shapes & color.
I wanted to do a more traditional style around the 1700's AD,
but then it would have less color & more ink;
making the whole piece look completely unfinished
so, I just kind of stylized it?

: A rushed project. wanted to spend more time on it for minor details.
still needs more work but due to two other midterms,
I only had wednesday & thursday to turn it in the next day.
got another project due wednesday, which I probably won't start on
'til the night before because of work on monday night. -_-;;

I told you. I've been busy. '=|



[edit]
: Had the critique last friday on this, too.
but feel free to give some constructive criticism. I'd really appreciate it.

ps. it's where I wanted to go with you..
    
  

a wall of depression.

If we ever break through the stars it’ll be beautiful.

If we ever break through this universe it’ll be beautiful

 

I never questioned that the absence of loved figure would leave any one disturbed

But in the absence of a presence in your eyes I confirmed

Back in the day when loving was still pretty

When the sky didn’t hold light, it was in this city

Grit my teeth because smiling was never my duty

It was an obligation.

But what I learned is that 1 – 1 is better then 1 1

When you can’t even figure out the equation

 

But I never questioned that it comes

 

Your expectations are way too high

That’s why

If you fall

You expect me to catch you

But I’m this high.

Neck up and chin up in my own clouds.

 

These quiet winds blow your name

And

Every time I hear redundant repetition,

Realize my lover’s revolution, and relate to sinners retribution

I

Pause.

 

If we ever break through the stars it’ll be beautiful, I don’t question beauty

It we ever break through this universe it’ll be beautiful, appreciating it is not my duty

 

I hope you weep when you look in the mirror

And see your broken image,

I hope you break your halo in two

And in those < parentheses 3 you show your wicked gimmicks

 

It’s not that I hate you.........its not that I hate you

It’s that I can’t learn to love you.........I can’t learn to love you

Because if I loved you.........oh I can love you

What would hate do?.........What would my hate do?

 

We’re all just blades of grass in this field of life

Catching a tear of a dew every now and then

We weep for a lost one, break for a loved one.

But in another time we get one again.

 

If we ever break through the stars it’ll be beautiful, I don’t question beauty

It we ever break through this universe it’ll be beautiful, appreciating it is not my duty

 

But my oh my, why must I

But MY OH MY, WHY MUST I?

 

Why must I dwell in these caves?

 Hide in that space

Always think of your face

And step through my own disgrace

 

Together alone we shall mourn,
for our once happy story is no more
Essence keeps a firm grip,
Memories will suffocate my dreams
she’ll be so sadly missed

But not dismissed

Because this misses was my most lucky risk.

 

No one appreciates the effort

Only sees the time spent

Never sees the sadness

But wonders where the love went

 

NO ONE APPRECIATES THE EFFORT

ONLY SEES THE TIME SPENT

NEVER SEES THE SADNESS

BUT WONDERS WHERE THE LOVE WENT

 

Where did love go?

 

If we ever break through the stars it’ll be beautiful

It we ever break through this universe it’ll be beautiful

 

I don’t question beauty, it only moves me.

But if we do break through our own hearts

appreciating is my duty.

 

                                   - James Durante.
 
   
  

 
   
  

Dedicated to every mother who's lost her son.
Not just from violence, but lost her son.
This is for the mother that loved her son.

She prayed to street lights and sees these fireflies angels

Buzzing halos to her cigarette rings

Patiently waiting for the sun to shine and Hope

The moon doesn’t sing

These sad stories of her baby boy doing bad things

 

You see GANGSTER meant talking back to your mother

You see GANGSTER meant thinking the devil was your brother

You see GANGSTER meant holding a gun to the sky and blowing God’s brains out

But through thick and thin

She was out and in

His mind games and mind frame thought that life would come on a silver platter

His grill was shined up with BLING BLING

So silence was golden and smiling is all that mattered.

 

Mother Mary! Her disciples told her

Take your virgin mind and stop being messed up by

Your son

She was blind in more ways then one

But a Mother stands by her child.

 

She stood by his side while the streets purified his mind

And nailed gangster to his heart

He bled with his attitudes and it rolled down his veins

Into converse kicks

 

But still he rode on these Cadillac Chariots that tamed these streets

Ignored his mother’s pleas

There’s no need to come home, when you got the whole world on it’s knees

He lived in the night and died during the day

Revived to the smell of Mary Jane

You see Mary Jane was a special dame

But don’t confuse virgin with that soul in her name

Able to make guys addicted to the dance

And her hips was so smooth

Hourglass figure with slick moves

Not much of a talker she was very blunt

She was the reason he cared more about pleasing himself then

LOVING

 

You see Mother Mary roaming calling for her son

To come home

Please come home

 

All while he sang his song

 

I stay walking awkwardly while barely talking audibly

Sharing thoughts and prophecies without a pause or stop to breathe

Forget conformities so now a guy’s depressed with rude intent

Why should I do my best if life’s an interlude to death?

 

And he sang and he sang

He sang this same tune

And he sang and he sang

He sang this same tune

 

So same scene again different place

Mother Mary holding her Marlboro Rosary

Each bead was being put in her lungs to cool her nerves

Take a whiff of her religion.

 

Inhale the faith, exhale the prayers

Clenched fist on sidewalk tattoos

Tear drops on that death spot

Because one of her son’s followers didn’t believe in his cause

So therefore without hesitation or pause

They broke one of those sacred 10 laws

 

Now he lies on this concrete cross with his converse kicks

A crown of thorns around his head

Mary Jane beside him

 

Mother Mary wept

Why didn’t you love your mother?

 

She prayed to those streets light and sees these fireflies angels

Buzzing halos and halos to her cigarettes rings

Patiently waiting for the sun to shine and hope

The moon doesn’t sing

These sad stories of her baby boy doing bad things

But they did

 

These bad things that baby boys do to catch their mom’s eyes

Even meant going to hell after they lose there own life.


                                                                      - James Durante.

 
   
  


Life Lines 
  
  
My hands are nervous struck.
Once upon a time these hands rested on your hips,
But we skipped the happily ever
Right down to the after
So now this time around,
righty tighty shakes your hand and lefty loosey
hangs close to my own pocket loosely
Hesitantly I find my own hand to hold,
Out of self control.
You're one good foot away;
At arms length as I reach out my hand...
JUST to help.
But shy away because my lifelines are much too rugged
These trails hold trials and tribulations along such rough terrain
These are dead end fingertips
There are no available options...
At least not in your eyes.
These hands lack guilt
and foster innocence.
Keen and gentle both at once...
These hands are the ultimate paradox.
These hands are the passionate labor of my ancestors.
These hands are tough love in its gentlest form.
These hands hold red roses with wild thorns.
Never afraid to bleed but aware that broken hearts bleed true blue
Emotions are anything but ceased.
These hands are used to please
in mid afternoon siestas to late evening
"hold tight till day break" goodnights.
These hands would work the 9 to 5
And still provide a cushion of comfort for a soul in need
These hands
The same hands you let hold you
The same hands you locked in with your own
Our souls intertwined through overlapped lifelines
And even though you let me go and our "close at hand"
slipped away
These hands are simple...
Just a simple symbol of what I could be...
With open arms, once again.


                                                 - Sheraz Khan.