Poem- "INDEPENDENCE"

INDEPENDENCE  

One woman.
How gusts in your hair, like a cap.
Green mirrors, green looks.

Abstract Galaxy Photo- "Mountain on Planet X"

Abstract Galaxy Photo- "Mountain on Planet X"

The mountain could be a volcano.
Clouds on Planet X, in my mind, would move erratically because of the unique atmosphere.
Another mountain is in the distance, but the erratic clouds move with purple and green fumes.
Planet X must be pretty hot here with all the extravagant colors.
It's science fiction, but I mix reality with fiction here quite well.
I do agree that photos can be expensive though.
I'm going to get a few photos and see how they are in quality, so that way I can perhaps give detailed feedback on them: lustre versus matte, computer versus actual photograph.
What's nice about this photo is that the clouds aren't obvious depictions from a coloring book: there's real magnetism in what the air is thick for, creating the illusion of danger and risk.

Restaurant Review, Shakey’s Pizza 39450 10th St W Ste A Palmdale, CA 93551

Restaurant Review, Shakey’s Pizza
39450 10th St W  Ste A
Palmdale, CA 93551

Time around noon was burning up as my family of three searched through the long deserts of Lancaster and Palmdale to come across Shakey’s in its cubicle near buildings that looked like giant blocks of fascination, although reliable hope for sliced potatoes and fried-up chicken hadn’t diminished the prospects of futuristic lunch for very long.  Dad said our close travels to a summer’s day pulled in the slopes of our imagination as we ate up bits of bread and shriveled lettuce, yet comments passed between us on the dynamic quality of Shakey’s fried chicken: it was hardly amiss, shown in thick fried skin with glory to add on to plates of numerous slices and estimated proportions.  “You should go play something in the arcade, Alex.”  Dad mused with pasta in absence of mind, drawing the assumption since I played some videogames at home that enjoyment of arcade qualities would estimate fun and prestige.  The problem was, I only played mostly the old Atari and PS4 streams of gaming, so Shakey’s arcade seemed to me like getting tickets for no true ride.  “Have you thought of getting salad?” dad mused again quickly.  It always seemed to me that my father asked rapid questions at a buffet table while becoming too excited; then again, I was at my mark.  Shakey’s provided food in Northridge and Palmdale all the same except for sliced potatoes that were fried to perfection and certain types of refill pizza.  “Refill pizza” is a phrase used here to describe Shakey’s onslaught during busy noontimes to present free quantities of pizza to food lovers upon receiving dozens and dozens of buffet orders beyond the days, quite often in a few hours.  An alliteration Shakey’s used to describe a luxurious refreshment such as “self serve soda” was likely an understatement since particular workers had to clean up after the prestigious soda fountain and gather up lots of cups for here or to go, so our time at noon as a family provided me with the opportunity to relish sunflower seeds with bleu cheese, all in the while being an absent-minded gentleman whose standards were slim to none.  Was that a contradiction of sorts?  During our huge lunch, napkins were passed around to the tune of crowd noise which filled my dumb senses well enough to let my little brother know the kind of mobile appetite I had with Shakey’s.  Perhaps it was unfair when I went into the gaming arcade to find prizes I could never win unless I paid big wads of cash; in fact, I could never get over it, witnessing giant teddy bears on high shelves to demand myself how certain numbers of tickets could fall away for almost no purpose since my phone played the music I remembered from childhood.  A trip to Shakey’s in Northridge would’ve been good for practical measures because nostalgia would hit me there due to its pristine age, whereas Shakey’s in Palmdale was like that Chuck E. Cheese’s that could hardly contain itself; in fact, our visit in Palmdale was an explosion of surprises in this restaurant over and over again, when a nice flow of ideas could settle between my family trio’s dreams as push came to shove.  I recommended to dad that a quick bite of Texas BBQ Chicken Pizza, not to mention the Firehouse Pizza with spicy feelings I achieved from a nibble of fresh basil, couldn’t go low to a bad point that would bring his stomach to a rumble; my request failed, sense the fried chicken took up his hungry sensations way more than KFC’s choices of source.  I recall the time when Nathan got tired of my jokes on leprechauns and called me to pay attention to our lunch together, although my intrinsic favoritism for Shakey’s awesome presentation of hot dishes remains to be seen as I pick a pizza at home and ask father, “Is this really Shakey’s?”    

Poem- "Montezuma's Revenge"

Poem- "Montezuma’s Revenge"

¡Welcome to the Gulp of México!  With some roots locating to Oxnard of a Shell gas station and some streets glittered with colorful black, Montezuma, a Mexican restaurant with guts, is a familiar face in Ventura County, and nearly four burritos later, with attentive server support of hundreds of tacos per year, it’s also one of the suburban neighborhoods’ wisest choices of source.  Among the wealthy stomachs, Montezuma has plated grub for thirsty troublemakers who want to live by ranchy eggs with those romantic prices that have cooled off over the past years, keeping in mind that a few sales above nostalgic articles can have a big taste of macho gusto on spicy entrepreneurial rations in a decorative market like Oxnard, with prices that can stretch well into our figures.  Montezuma has enjoyed a dark room appeal with magnificent determination as its lurking ambiance to dive from for some of Southern California’s most quiet and hand-switching families, from Ventura County’s history when we are a beachside population with workaholic beauty further inside our hungry hearts that lured the cities’ magnitude to its sweet urban status as the hometowns of cautious patrons.  Over the past year, Montezuma’s food has developed from an intrinsic hub called the kitchen that rivals Baja Fresh’s fresh grilling, with many former customers who traded money for firm layers of the Mexican Cuisine offering up their own emotional clues near the serious wall decoration.  With a highly laid menu, free salsa chips and support waiters, the circumstantial profits of dining become a spectacular feature over their luxury dominance of precise estimation.  Soda refills and hot chews have gravitated near bored lovers, so fat burrito sales tend to offset the performances of financial parents and the taco bonuses that come with survival times, and we laze up during the smooth waiting times in the Oxnard market, which I dare say, and note that yellow burrito sauce at the very zooming atmosphere above footsteps is delicious after the millennium when our mouths relished quite a few returning flavors.  Whenever I’m looking at their suspenseful layers of eats, consumer confidence comes into play; when I’m aroused by Montezuma’s destiny, I’m going to think about the productive grade of my money at hand and spend money for un-diminishing returns, but if my worries interrupt my schedule with Montezuma, I can stay where they are for sets of minutes ahead of time.  Montezuma’s luxurious burrito design over heavy dishes on the west side of an open cash register table has particularly been in demand along the richly castaño atmosphere.  From my last meal, a burrito many inches wide and several inches long on a secular plate on the easy table at Montezuma between streets and streets fitted my bill and squeezed into my sour head, and Montezuma’s unique views of boney walls and artifacts are similar commodities to those of Santa Barbara Chicken Ranch.  Montezuma’s gains show vigor in their propriety, but it has been the grand sizes of food that have pulled up Mexican extremes, like Milano’s Italian offerings by a Ventura marina.

Natural Photo- "Rusty Angel Garden"

Natural Photo- "Rusty Angel Garden"

This is a photo of an area in Golden Hills near Tehachapi in California, and dad on a winter day was given the chance by God to make this picture work out really swell.  Think of the picture in terms of the puzzles you see in the markets: a very nice image of whole nature in an area with possibilities for gaming out the puzzle.

I hope you enjoy, and remember: our existence may not be an accident, so why not cherish our presents in the form of nature?

Poem-"My Capitalism for Their Capitalism"

Poem- "My Capitalism for Their Capitalism"

Our capitalism is like popcorn, the bag just explodes.
Flies search me, but my words are quite hairy.
Imagine a sunshine cannon, then find pieces to tranquility.
If a mind is just a memory, there’s sweetness too fine.
A dream is like a wagon under an alien’s sawdust.
So, how much electricity is really at the bay?
I’m a tide with the ocean in an Earth by my hands.
Let’s consider the notions to so much music before the year ends.
Californians ought to drink from the beaches at noons or moons.
Children need drinks for condensed storms with a rainbow of flavors.
There’s nothing to cut to the chase with but floral temps and sneaky toes.
So there’s a world in a world, there’s skin in my ears.
Trouble makes enough heavy when strugglers opt to match their feet.
From a course towards you I’m wave-racing along.
The ream of capitalists digs into us with the traditions of egomania.
Of course eggs have to crack, the chickens will all be gone.
A reader should feel like sinking into a chair and making a bubble.
There should be wind in our blankets at the Homely House Hotel.
Maybe she’s cunning in my points, although a game plays out its rest.
If I tell you where I am, you’re not in my mind.
We shrink in the simple life.
Is this the coming attraction, the news of the olds?
A coin is minted with silver faces that pass their ages.
Just bet on thirst to make you up.
Ventura’s haze may cover up emblems to our worlds.
Of course, the American sun has a nutrition of heat.
It’s a better time in a better way.
Just wrap my drink and I’ll twist the star.
I’m a poet of noble names as well as parables.
I freeze mocha colors until I think the government is social.
A fan spins its breath as long as the air stirs.
If there’s a drink behind the mirror, my shadow is just a sip of reflection.
Imagination, be gone!  I’m for future stay!
If you have cough syrup, you may be missing out on coffee.
It’s been a day for hours and I can’t see the night.
Moments are very numb since time flies.
You are excused as much as I please.
So, are you going to judge my message or its ink?
Sure, there’s a café at the end of the universe.
If there’s a ruler for planets, I can’t see one.
Heck, why not take a train on the Shooting Star?
Wonder fills me as I suit the dress and have my wisdom teeth.
I’m in a beach apartment where vitamins quench my love.
Coasters are placed behind the puzzles of heads.
A weatherman’s watch is ticking with his fingers.
So where’s capitalism besides our foot?
I’m feeling easy, you know.  There’s water here.
However, I must say that capitalists need lots of gravy.
My spoon can be quite a table.
But still, business people aren’t shredders of money.
Who can tear gold down and flick the curtains?
It’s our call of duty to live for their glory.
So education, there’s huge time!

Photo- "Popping Iceberg Madness"

Photo- "Popping Iceberg Madness"

This is abstract, surreal, fiction, unreal nature.
Wonderland, whether it's Alice's or winter's, is an influence.
I'm imagining an iceberg exploding with ticker tape in radical colors and rounded stars.
It's a photo, but my eye is on it.

Restaurant Review, Old New York Deli & Bakery Co. 4972 Verdugo Way Camarillo, CA 93012

Restaurant Review, Old New York Deli & Bakery Co.

4972 Verdugo Way

Camarillo, CA 93012

“Have you ever seen a great horse pick a radish?” I asked dad at this restaurant.  “Find out which dough is sour, then you’ll be a chicken,”  Dad remarked, referring to me as a horse and a chicken at the same time.  I found that odd, since being at New York Bagel didn’t automatically mean I was either a chicken or a horse.  It can be said that this bakery was a coffeehouse with multiple grains and sweet fries to add on to the barbeque ranch and turkey burgers, although ginger and sesame had to go with the italian balsamic rather than possibly jack cheese.  In fact, almonds with a light roast here were refreshed with Dr. Brown’s soda by me when owners dined with their pet animals in a room shaded with decoration and prestige.  “The ham is from those black forests in the east of our state’s winds to the point of an important pug.”  Of course, I got ahead of myself.  Dad had always enjoyed bagels with the scallion mark and recognized tea with a full leaf.  All of Old New York Deli, coffee named after a red eye… the workers put the nut on vanilla, switching between places by the kitchen where onion was rolling away.  It was additional tomato for stripping the tortilla of its roast, eating a breakfast burrito served with happiness on the side while confused over the Popeye spinach.  “I can peel these spices like a banana.”  I joked.  “I take the bread made from hands and fruit as fresh.”  Dad was relaxing at a booth of three chairs with his bagel chips, which turned out to be cooked well to the char by the time we returned with soda bottles.  I also went up to the cashier with raged happiness and said, “I’ll take a full deli sandwich.”  The pepper rings.  A gamer was enthused from an Apple computer while two ladies barked with gusto in Spanish.  “Bagels with a schmear, food of an old city far away.”  I continued.  “This is a cure for the bacon: add the shape of a vegetable to beef, then stir.  Two pieces of bacon to a complete breakfast may be in burritos served with happiness on the side, since the city’s dreams are ceremonial food to the American privilege.”  “Have you taken your meds?” asked dad, enthused with the privilege of bringing home hot dog snacks from shelves full of desserts.  “Yes!  I’ve also gotten sauce from a leader who’s been passing away from the crowd to a fountain with delicious tea, cheese with smoke, hand kaiser rolls, thick cuts of deli hash.”  I also made compliments of the deli bakery to my dad on scrambled pastrami to my silver dollar pancakes, eating the fast dishes while fried eggs got to the breakfast nova in sure protection.  We took a spicy walk, dad and me, to what the bakery had called a mammoth with red lines: a full burrito, which was being distinguished with astonishment on the part of my mom, Wendy.  “There’s Wendy’s in town, mom.”  We joked, and she knew her responsibility for a popular restaurant was only namesake, and we enjoyed company while a dutiful manager personally prepared actual onion rings for us.  The boss recognized that the Camarillo Dream, a drink I had ordered, had its own namesake which added to the company between him and me on lettuce mixture, although he’d rather work on hand challa to french toast instead of bargaining to my mom for approved favor; his services for whole tortillas and hot chocolate became, in my “warning eyes as silk”, the indoor moods above a clean environment, the restaurant crew preparing more than their share of grilled rye and leveling dusty packets of sugar onto the customization area.  During a time of vacationing and thick cuts of russian dressing, we were clearly all about happiness since Old New York Deli & Bakery through professionalism exuded on mom’s coleslaw substitution a couple of months ago, so I remember their rolls made from the scratch.   

Poem- "To Watch"

To Watch

Watching is warning eyes as silk.

Surreal Galaxy Photo- "Star into Star"

Surreal Galaxy Photo- "Star into Star"

This is a combination of finding the right objects and photoshop.
It's a star, as it's about to collide with another star.
I like the RF interference effect.
A television or computer monitor is on to show this disastrous end.

Restaurant Review, WaBa Grill 4726 Telephone Rd, Ste 1A Ventura, CA 93003

Restaurant Review, WaBa Grill
4726 Telephone Rd,  Ste 1A 
Ventura, CA 93003


(Written in the Past, But Unreleased)

https://www.yelp.com/biz/waba-grill-ventura?hrid=dZJazKteuQ0v6AbbCvSX1w

WaBa is about food organization as well as taste of chopped sources of health.  Steak goes with my chicken, avocado from a deck of vegetables.  The compact restaurant sells brown rice I hardly make on a superb day near Ventura’s worn pier as it fills a plastic bowl with ridges to its reflected beauty of black colors, when outside patio is shaped like an L for dining yet two tables act like exact complements around workers in dark uniforms.  Wide menu with delicacies and indoor booth has least seats on cuisine discoveries; when I mention the spacy grill to dining partners, a miracle happens.  “WaBa, WaBa, WaBa.”  I think of Pac-Man’s ghost through saying WaBa a few times.  Precise meals can be served on long changes in distinguished orders: chicken and steak, chicken or steak.  Expect to pay beyond ten dollars for good sauce privileges unless you’re a kid when hunger becomes a famed desire on a personal level.  Dad may not always make a casual attempt to go up and over expectations when I look at my receipt’s time in an external setting about the close outdoors.  Environment lower in reflections is colorful with sunshine, in this case.  Yes, there’s nice sunshine in WaBa’s building as it searches for grey objects in the nick of quick time, not to mention exclusive cash registers which portray the busy trend that absorbs itself out of a squeaky-clean place.  WaBa in Ventura is in specific fortitude about the concrete suite because the sheer totality of demands is met with natural discernment upon various chapters of weather to occur in Ventura County with particular wind to yellow light, thus brave cooks are constantly in a nice kitchen’s loop and curious workers inquire with me about WaBa Sauce.  Sushi cuisine is beneath my thoughts however simple sliced chicken appears on a crinkled bed of soft rice, although favorites for steak should be in order at the WinCo plaza where WaBa takes dominance with Chuck E. Cheese’s and Chick-fil-A.  Honestly, cherished service at the sleek counter is accommodated by great principles of movement to their shuffling organization.  Something talks back at me before I realize the motivated ambiance of enthused customers, but dining seems to be in a cloud that responds to its personal noise, even after chunks of meat are as sweet as the burnt candy you might get from a frying pan.  Let’s not get ahead of me on this: gusto for extreme shades of WaBa’s presentation is kindled to rushed happiness as I’m lifted out of a blue mood, so my clothed hand to a worker’s ignition of payment is in slow changes that families before mine didn’t know prior to me and dad sitting in peaceful luxury on WaBa’s standards of wild flavors in our beach town’s vicinity.  A chicken bowl with rich, brown sauce in déjà vu!  Yum!  I’m one-sided with my dad who prefers light coffee at McDonald’s by the local Target plaza, still though I remind him of WaBa’s illustration of chopping measures.  A bowl at WaBa’s is basically the side dish that keeps coming back to my taste buds in a daunting way, as assorted proteins get me going until I’m full of a kind of Japanese sensation; to inform readers about my restaurant adventures, styles of cooking from far away can transcend into important matters, and so WaBa’s movement of slow changes goes along with their determined organization of judgmental workers who likely know the true values of immediate satisfaction.  Meals can get near you if belief in them is fundamental to hunger.  WaBa’s menu is wide in the premises, although I must say that the variations of choices are figuratively slim to none without the nothing part.  It’s delicious, try them!

Blogger is on Vacation, Due to Injured Arm

Hi guys!  It's been pretty busy.
Unfortunately, I have an injured arm and must take time off.
I think my brain is burning in oil, too.
My vacation is temporary from March 14th to March 29th.
The photo is from Pinterest by an unknown publisher, so I'll leave whatever credit to them.
I hope to see you guys soon!

Love, Alex J.

P.S. Poetry Magazine has been releasing ideologically sensitive art that appeals to newer family traditions.  Literacy is of the utmost importance, so discovery of readings is paramount to phenomenal understanding and lush sympathy.  If you crack an egg enough, a chicken will burn out of it.

Surreal Fiction Photo- "Martian Cave"

There's this mysterious fluid dripping from a black alien's cave from some unknown sources of thirst, reflecting sunshine with imprecision as the white walls of its home creep in at odd angles to display the complexity of rich rocks on a resourceful planet.  We barely see the alien's nose as it creeps into the open shadows around the ragged hole, thus from my influences of Tolkien's film adaptations and "David the Gnome" I have a horror shot of Martians which is guaranteed to make astronauts more exclusively aware of galactic surprises.


I hope you enjoy my alien presentation.
Remember: be nice to aliens unless they're villainous on too much action.

Poem- "Clampers Over Green House"

Clampers Over Green House

Galileo left some dust on the moon while riding on the air,
After a Muslim made his coffee as rich as the king’s black bear,
So that ghostly dream of a star in life is from practical mist,
On still pressure with colored energy against Earth’s spacial list:
Yellow sun is born about those sad moves on values under hats,
When a frozen empire is south from the big elf and orange cats,
Thus friendly satellites move back cultures through national wishes,
Who leave Italian protocol on Spain’s windows like dishes.



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Surreal Deli Sandwich Photos- "Deli Abstraction"

Deli Abstraction

Deli Abstraction in Coarse White

Deli Abstraction in Coarse Rose Hue

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This is a generalization of deli slices of meat and cheese in general.
First, I made the sandwich using a variety of food items; then, I took pictures and edited.
When it comes to abstract art, think of a gaseous planet: there's mixture of needs and wants.
Some colors are like oxygen to our aspirated survival, others become balloon air.
Because of this observation, confusion is possible for a curious person of prominent visions.
Sometimes we just have to blow up.
I'm talking about abstract art: abstract colors, abstract shapes, abstract reflections, abstract lights.
Jupiter and Saturn are abstract planets because they don't just have one thing, thus abstract art involves presentations in multiple layers to creativity.

Differences between painting and photography are bound to come together in a big genre or two.
This is a photo of a specially-made sandwich with a lot of editing.
We've got to eat more on an irregular basis to appreciate cooking and kitchenware.

Painting and photography are about identity for objects and creatures, but we have to discover shapes around the bend if we hope to illustrate higher forms of perfection.
Mono colors shouldn't be dismissed since confusion is paramount in art circles in modern ways; in fact, art enthusiasts are bound to receive mixed signals in thought as historic connections are gradually realized with vigorous bias, even if strict belief comes with innocent prejudice.
Criticisms for this piece are to be realized with momentous haze of attitude, but I'm a nice guy.

I've been a kid who has loved increasing colors on my television so I can achieve godlike insight.
Objects that are off the popular conceptions of color need to be understood to produce abilities in craftsmanship about pristine art.
Religiosity is optional in art, but to me, it's good to extend boundaries and know taboos worldwide (at least as much as I can).


I hope you enjoy your tongue for exquisite flavor you happen to visit.

Photo- "Planet X"

Photo- "Planet X"

I can't tell you how I made this photo, but I guarantee it's a right cartoon image of Planet X.
Let's be interested in the planet with unreality to comprehend abstract values; in other words, it's good to kick reality out of the window in order to see the pigs fly.



I'm hungry.




The flowing purple ribbons you see in the atmosphere are actually Martian streams of poisonous gas that cause enough disruption in the clouds to make Planet X as hot as 175 degrees Fahrenheit.
Planet X thus far in the scientific communities in the U.S.A. has been conceptual and imaginary.

Surreal Abstraction Photo- "Delicious Wind"

Surreal Abstraction Photo- "Delicious Wind"

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This is abstract photography!
Abstract?  Surreal?


To me, it's a picture of a cloud.
The cloud's made of vanilla, to me.

Sometimes all you need to do is put your head upside down in front of a treasure to visit a gift.

Song- theme from "The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh"

Photo- "Thin Motions"

Photo- "Thin Motions"


This is an abstract picture of a sailing ship, sails themselves, the whole shebang.
It's impressive, pristine, with odd ends and angles tangled together in one complete package.
You might say, "Where's this supposed to be?"
Ah!  That's precisely the question I shouldn't answer.

Song- "Passing Ship" by Gordon Lightfoot

Photo- "Special Doritos"

Photo- "Special Doritos"

These were chips I put together with cream cheese.
The cream cheese had onions and chives in it.
I'm a particular fan of Cool Ranch Doritos, but I've had lots of snacks over the years.
Here, I use a combination of computer rotating programs to produce this image, and sign it with nacho cheese blood.




I'm the kind of photographer who has no education in photography.
Videogames are part of my intrinsic visuals, yet something appeals.
A photo like this is a combination of two kinds of nerd stuff: individualism in cooking, and playing with devices.
As a photographer, I can combine different colors together by having my choices of presentation, so "Special Doritos" should be hung on a wall with burning candles and roses in metal.
Ha! Maybe I'm crazy bad.

The point is conceptual in this way.
Palm trees look neat from overlayering photography.

Drawing- "The R Mug in Computer Marker"

"The R Mug in Computer Marker"

Chiaroscuro, unseen mug.
Imaginary.

Poem- "Rural Arcade"

Rural Arcade

The mountain is dead with a name from its animals.
Seconds have to be in growth for natural values.
Emotion comes out of my body I share with temporary wind.
Candles smell of food that leaves its universal home on correct aid.
Ice to cover these sounds will make love for my gift.
Something remains as its own dimension against this hunger.
Events turn into sounds which come from treasures that never live.
Meaning is in a vacuum that wears up its beginning.
I’m everything when unknown locations shut their doors to freedom.

*The phrase "rural arcade" should be taken fairly literally; "arcade" is an ancient term that's also modern.  It's not directly about videogames or warriors, but my local tale about those variable, aged tokens.



By gwaar (Flickr) [CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons
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Poem-"Try"

"Try"

A*******bird*******reads*******the*******poem.
My*******fire*******gets*******it.


A       bird       reads       the       poem.
My       fire       gets       it.


A bird reads the poem.
My fire gets it.

Drawing- "View of Sponge"

Drawing- "View of Sponge"

I worked on this sketch.
It wasn't easy.


I had to first work on the original sketch, only to find that my pencil marks were too deep.
So, I used trace paper and came up with this final result.

The character's name is Sponge.


It's not realistic, but I'm going to work on the sketch in my computer's paint application.
With the paint application, I'll marker the lines then use paint the way Bob Ross might approve of.
Bob Ross was a television painter and taught me some good things on his YouTube videos.


So, what should I tell beginners to art?
Get some self-help books, read them through, and practice for the rest of your life.
If you can, also study literature from both classics and averages.
Dr. Seuss drew and wrote, so why can't you?

Poem- "Small Universe in Black & White"

"Small Universe in Black & White"

A long skunk is the guard of flowers by walls that stretch holes on sunshine,
When he dusts off my poor street near free wine offered from azure moonshine:
Before vanishing through California away to dollar cactus,
While the vagabond fails to grace some rustic hills from comfort mattress.




*Poetry about a skunk I saw in my state's capital: Sacramento, California.  References to shopping are paramount to mentionings of the poor.

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/skunk-animal-juan-bosco.html

**The painting above has an attracting grey color.  Also, the skunk's tail looks like fireworks.  Nice job, Juan Bosco!



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Drawing- "Chalky Mug"

This is my signature!
With my experiences in Japanese, I drew this mug on a unique chalkboard in a German-style café located in the United States.



Absolutely a once-in-a-lifetime!
It's possible to write this mug on another chalkboard and never get the same effects.
Chalkboards are like used jeans: you just never get two that are exactly alike.

A lady teen nearby actually smiled because of my signature sketch.



Chalkboard at a store when brand new: $15
Chalkboard at a German café with so much wear, tear, use, and rural colors: PRICELESS

Poem-"Horrific Energy"

Horrific Energy

There’s Hercules with flowers.
Sherlock is out of order.
Jobs in momentum are roles for sound.
It’s no good to make fun of beauty in my pretty mode.
Plenty of vanilla is in this drink to pinball across the bay.
A sandwich is heavy communication on old wisdom.
Creators are bittersweet with life fluid.

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Poem- "Beautiful Focus"

Beautiful Focus

Taste of mint from soda on its bubbles with strawberry.
Eating some pillow from Israel near Egyptian cotton.
Missing a Russian while I drink Korean tea.
To play the Summer Solstice with antiques in my pocket.
Studies of geometry through a Czech gate.
A hot computer in search of “pistachies”.
Pie less crust because of intense labor for American Indian wells.
Western cola with a touch of universal fruit.


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