Neurodivergent art proposal

Sometimes, I find myself sad, very sad,to see my dreams turned into dust,a primordial clay from which I was not born. There are days I gravitate towards possibilitiesthat are not and will not be adequate,a yearning to rediscover myselfin the being I long for, a distant desire. I am dying,…

Great being of untamed nature,I surrender to you, I blame for youwhen I see the world turn, I still yearn youI clame for an extension more:a chance to rewind and be enveloped,a opportunity to stwich crue reallity,a constant reminder of your absence,a phantom limb in the passage of time;once more,…

(skeetch performance)Fine arts, product, genius, discipline. Creativity, transcendence, immanence, variability, invariability. Result. Creative process. Creator-work, work-receiver relationship. Reception, active-passive significance, (re)signification, appropriation. Metaphor, imitation, model, canon, rule, adaptation, meaning, signifier; association, dissociation, uptake, sensitivity, sensation. Provocation, evocation, transformation, memory, transcendence. West. Colonial.

Do not weave a tapestry of deceit,a web spun with lies in the hope of my naivety.Here, within these walls, residesonly the barren promise you offer:hollow illusions built on a sand foundation,a mirage shimmering in desert of untruth. Let us abandon this futile game of verification– the “who,” “how,” “when,”…

God & love are little less than I can understandvast and elusive concepts, paradox beyond farrefuse to solidify barely manage a constant remindever-shifting, such a stabilish in vain even despiteyou seem to grasp at we are shackled by mundane. Enigma surpasses lingers just beyond my grasp,We are tethered under weight…

Feeding personal death,where old choices dwell;decisions, acts and thoughtsa tapestry we weave and tell,in grand theme, universal thread. Poignant paradox, where spirit hides,beauteous discord, love extolsto grand design, dance that unfolds.A bloom, opens wide by demiseto become subjective whispers,tides against objective replies. Aesthetic tales tantalize and igniteunchained life, gently close…

We, the smokers, are wrought from agony.From our mouths billow forthnot streams of golden ambrosia,as did the satisfied lips of Solomon’s men and women,but rivers of malnourished misery. The terror of the Earth calls to us through our bodies,with smoke wrought in unnecessary melancholy.This skin boils with pain underneaththe desecrating…

In the incipient way of nurturingmy pagan retraction from inwardness,I become a social or solitary animalthat shuns normal company.Without you, I am silent to rumors,I pride myself on essentialism,every source, in a minor verse,becomes sterile to my native poetics. Human being requires imperfectionsnot so great that we cannot overcome them,maybe…

Let there be no lie, no self-deceptionmy moral compass lies silent,overridden by exceptionsthat mock my own principles. What a falsehood before the banished legionthose spiritually slothful and unappetizing beings!I have died within.I bleed with the anguish of self-awareness,a finite and mortal being adrift destitutein the wreckage of my own sensory…