Street art poetry: Collaboration by Resa and i

 

Resa Mcconaghy and I collaborated on ‘street art poetry’.
Her interpretation of my words is an 80’s futurism vibe,
blending psychedelic trance & sci-fi spectrum kaleidoscope colors.

She is a rock star and a brilliant painter/artist/poet/ designer/
& photographer. Much praise to her incredible work and contribution
to the arts and community. 🙂

 

Without further ado here’s a poem and photography of amazing art.

 

 

 

 

 

Unzip the clock –
Inside
origins pulsate.
Every color hatches
a rotten piano.

The Flowers blend in with the art.
Resa, you captured this shot so well. I love it. 🙂

This photo shot is perfect!

All the colors and the words awake the enigma eye.

The hot pink, black, green, & white looks so hypnotizing and spectacular.

 

The eye is unzipping the clock.

 

The Monarch Butterfly observing and understanding the poem. 🙂

 

 

Please visit Resa’s page: https://graffitiluxandmurals.com/

Art Gowns: https://artgowns.com/

Queen’s end: https://queensend.wordpress.com/

 

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Avant-magoria #13: The Raspy Tarot Cards Saw Death taking apart Inspiration and reassembling it into a Gargantuan Light

 

The only way your
soul will ignite –
is if you press
your ear against
curiosities chest.

 

  • Note: Resa & I, Collaborated. I gave her permission to use my words
    and she painted them
    at the door. She did an incredible job,
    brought hope, creativity, & heart to the community in Canada.
    Thank you so much Resa.

    You are an inspiration to me and everyone here at WordPress.
    Much respect and bless you a million. 🙂

Please visit her Website – She takes the most amazing photography of Street Art.

https://graffitiluxandmurals.com/

 

Copyright © 2019 Charlie Zero the Poet and Resa

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A poetic conversation with Charlie https://charliezero1.wordpress.com/

A poetic conversation with Yassy & I

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Rhyming conversation with Charlie Zero The Poet

Me: charlie, do you ride a Harley?
Charlie: No, I don't ride a Harley, why?

Me: No, I was just rhyming you..

Charlie: No, I don't ride a Harley, why?
Charlie: If I do, I'll play some Bob Marley.
Me: I'll get you a bowl of barley.
Charlie: With the voice of Paul McCartney.
Me: And scren presence of Ben Kingsley.
Charlie: Whose fears nest in the eyes of John Hinckley.
Me: John's forehead going all crinkly.
Charlie: Through his dark featherless soul shines wrinkly.
Me: Tiptoeing out of his body nimbly.
Charlie: A curse upon his karma, simply.
Me: No Nirvana, clearly.
Charlie: I agree with the utmost breathless sincerely.
Me: you believe in this quite dearly, Charlie....


Bless you, Charlie.

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An Inter-Galactic Conversation set in outer Space

 

C: Spock’s revelation appeared before
implanting smoke inside your pocket brain

N: Spock couldn’t have revealed anything my already heated brain couldn’t handle

C: I once took a giant sneeze on milky way,
found out later it was a political toilet seat

N: Oh the bliss of ignorance! Defying submergence in the inter-galactic yellow pit

C: The mountains unzip it’s cleavage, this must be an episode
of Twin Peaks
N: The awkward moves of the beholder, oh it must be David Lynch

C: Let’s not forget Leprechaun in the hood, it was a pain in my chair

N: Zombie Fly Girls under a spell, clover joints and femme fatale?

C: If Poetry developed an aneurysm, I’d call it abstractionism

N: If Poetry deserved an aneurysm, I’d call it poe-gasm

C: The Antichrist just dipped himself in a hot jacuzzi
singing lyrics to Spice girls

N: Two MELted, Ginger was caught in the rain, Posh got balled and the poor baby couldn’t understand why it took so long

C: I think what took so long was listening to Prince – When Doves Cry

N: Yet no respite for the man who couldn’t be moved

C: Drinking a can of Bud light makes Jesus
look like an astronaut hobo republican

N: Be careful, the Democrats are not liberal with hygiene

C: Of course if Napoleon had a time machine,
he would name it “Dolce Gabbana”

N: Hitler would have his Bone-apart

C: Not unless Mozart committed T-Bone steak conspiracy espionage

N: But didn’t you know Mozart was hypnotized by Mata Hari via a time machine? And THIS was Spock’s revelation that appeared before the smoke was implanted inside your pocket skin

 

A flash back of when Nandita and I, collaborated on this creative & trippy poem set in outer space. I had an honor and privilege to have worked on this poem together.

Please visit Nandita’s page and follow her work. She’s a master of her craft in the poetic sphere.

https://nanditayata.wordpress.com/

 

 

Copyright © 2018 Charlie Zero the Poet & Nandita

 

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Grief Paints Herself Void of Substance

 

Hearts distended,
termites feed
my emotional wooden cocoon.

In time unfurled.
Color will vaporize
on heavy lidded sunset.

Tears of saudade,
covet what belongs
trapped in perfidy.

Grief paints herself empty of faith.
Weeping statues dissolve marble;
only traces remain void of substance.

Tornados sob.
Everything wise dead.
Innocence & beauty
withers her philosophy away.

Tension snakes across wires.
Holding us from falling sideways –
lightning casts’ dark skies
stages without masters.

Billion voices atrophy.
Mr. Mirror image
pull the strings from flesh,
happiness cafard,
flowers anorexic.

All things
Stand looking at themselves.
Still against shroud
as we are,
we are no more.
Roll the film
to empty audience.

Sunshine unzips
its complexion;
behind it a sad destiny –
waiting to be held
waiting to wail.

For who among us –
Shelled and pulled, could
in scourge of truth know
Tenderness by our inchworm;
climb to itching greed.

Staple gun my everlasting woe.
Hammering our breath,
teeth wrinkle of weary,
alone we request.

Spiked baptism
wetting the brows
of unadorned novices,
knelt in piqued splendor
Come the Christendom.

A Cyclops ram
howls unexpectedly.
Drenching in agony
without volumes;
tragic heeds ahead.

Wings of leather
Darken skies bled of iron,
Herald.

 

 

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This is our 2nd collaboration
with my coolest sister Candice Louisa Daquin.

A very different theme challenge
about emotions, something new in poetry,

something special about 2 minds bringing forth an
eclectic heart and feel that comes from within.

My sister and I, feel so proud of this work.
I hope her and I collaborate again.
She’s an inspiration and an influential.

Please pay her site a visit. She’s writes the best poetry ever written.

https://thefeatheredsleepcom.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

Lacquered in fault

 

You remembered the future
being blind-folded.
Incise past bones,
they link bruised code –
its wounds splash
like orgy telekinetic dew.

You remembered the past
Lacquered in fault.
Rent by misuse starving –
implore such desolate sequence
harnessing our ambitions
restrained embryonic in salty embargo.

Time…tick, tick, tick, (30 seconds)
Set coordinates to April 29th, 1992.
Decade growls –
turmoil weeps –
death everywhere,
life do you have a conscience?

Or,
Mere glossary buttressing sonic shore
In fanning undulate,
take a sticky seat grind out your marrow,
ape the game
Count down to zero,
watching liter become king and truth, a fossil,
Will Conrad split his dark heart
on Moby’s fount to erase doubt?
We’re the flotsam of space molecules;
evaporate in our own filthy plate of greed.

Fast motion surrounding vortex –
velocity holds the noise.
Ergodic fleas
meditate in the pupil tarot,
sinking retrospectively in Occam’s razor.

For to tango with helium devils
dervish space daters must eat the rich.
Molded in their galactic hue –
let them be, those skaters in utero,
swapping devils beneath judicial sign readers, glued in place.

A mob of microbes
burying the atom
jolt the overfed oath.
Hyperspace convulses –
of muteless auxesis,
perturbed by dengue,
vast-struck with an arcuate glow.

Beneath stylish banter
forage for pulse,
despite ourselves
amidst universal detritus,
spinning in fugee state,
we enter the dragon
here lieth our supplantment.

Blossom gravitational lens
peeled before the cavern knights.
Existential spin
laminating the wormholes
from Minkowski’s host.

Divulge in incremental lisp.
Templar crows pecking the master’s foible –
asundering gravity lost.
In trace
ah, here lies the doppelganger, melting his mask.

It reveals the inward hours bending.
Luminiferous aether,
astral chokhmah’s cluck,
protruding & foaming –
this alchemy no longer titles
thus, you become the chewed chrysopoeia.

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Zero the Poet & Candice Louisa Daquin

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It’s a huge honor and a long dream to collaborate and be working with my sister Candice Daquin. I believe her and I, achieved something special with two minds set for a sci-fi/ time travel trip. She’s a star of magic and intelligence.
Please pay her a visit her work is powerful, honest, and in your face truth.
Thank you for everything you are an inspiration.
You make the world a better place.

 

Her website: https://thefeatheredsleepcom.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

 

Concescastors Slurped Off Decayed Sounds (A Collaboration with Nathalie Purpleanais and I)


I kissed a ghost –

its lips take me to a sensual disillusionment,
brought on by a textured touch papier-mâché –
exacerbated by a beached whale
who whispers weird tales in my ear
as I am sipping on my beer.

Concescastors summoned Babylon.
The subgenius behemoth
unshackles all the deluded minds
that hit the asylum walls.

Bleeding thoughts! Said the salamander surgeons –
Who discovered a vile tantric;
slithering around the world
& against the mint galactic blues.

Unholy communion—
cerebral abrasions—

A broken compass needle swinging back and forth –
sanity catatonic, insanity seducing north.

Decopygmenes slurp evidence off a decayed dictionary.
The words plea for help!
The words laugh soundly!

I’m sitting underneath the lemon tree
where Aristophanes contemplates
and studies the honey bees
unconsciously touching the crease in his sleeve.

They beg to slip in the shoe void Amsterdam.
Was the mirror not stretching integrity
enough to fall on its own compassion?

Certainly, Van Gogh penniless and in despair –
tried to drown himself in the deep sunflower fields
which had long haunted his dreams –
Too bad though, the dreadful diamonds called out his bluff.

 

 

Copyright © 2016 Charlie Zero the Poet & Nathalie Purpleanais

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I’ve had the most honor and pleasure to have collaborated with Nathalie Purpleanais. She’s an incredible writer, brilliant mind, and intellectually creative.  Please visit her page – her work is a must read and very important. 

https://arwenaragornstar.com/

Thank you Nathalie. 🙂