Tag: abstract art

Hit Me | V7

can’t stand
this life on repeat
can’t stand
when past lives meet
can’t stand
a repetitive motion
or this god-forsaken devotion
I can hardly stand so little
that I can barely brag
how I roll with these hard punches
every moment, each goddamn day
yet I can’t really complain
for my path is so pure
I can only rejoice
and slight suffering endure
still if I could
I’d give just one last stand
for a night – or a moment –
of holding your hand
because I
can’t stand
this life on repeat
can’t stand
when past lives meet
& these silly lives just can’t remember
all prior moments tender
and choose to accept defeat
can’t stand
this should be me

Music: “I Turn My Camera On” by Rock Kills Kid
Video & Editing: K. Samways

Tags abstract art, clouds, collage, creative writing, hit me, i turn my camera on, Music, nature video, Photography, poem, Poetry, rock kills kid, Video, video art, videography, youtube

Music Poetry Video

Affliction | V6

you say, winter is coming
I say, it’s already here
you see I yearn to fight
I see you learned to fear

we both are afflicted
we both are afraid
we both wish to flee
so all delusions we obey

incurable and debilitating
until, a cure IS found
release the attachment
or crash to the ground

you say, winter is here
I say, it’s already passing
you see I yearn to love
yet it’s pain I’m amassing

we both fight affliction
we both shall be set free
we both feel the spark
but just you hold the key

Tags abstract art, affliction, art, creative writing, down like silver, light that match, Music, music video, poem, Poetry, v6, Video, videography

Visual Artwork

Happy Portraits

Oil and Acrylic paintings
Please enjoy this conceptually abstract collection!

If you are interested in owning an original painting, contact me here.

Tags abstract art, acrylics, amateur artwork, art, art for sale, oil paints, painting, portraits, self portrait

Philosophy Saturday Expressions Visual Artwork

Take Back Your Time | Session 3

Post author By K. Samways
Post date November 13, 2021
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A rebellion against social media, the true corporate time thief:

Are you tired of being robbed of your choices, implanted and imbibed with capitalist messages dictating your every thought and move? Buy this drink and earn stars! Buy this and earn points! Try this thing and get a medal! Give your money and your freedom of choice away! Give your safety over to those with a track record of incompetence – a slate wiped clean by expensive lawyers and void of future liability (read the fine print).

Why continue to ignore credible sources who say the same thing: discover your mind. Go within. This isn’t a time wasting ploy like the invention swathed in your sweaty palms, tightly, vigilantly held, never disconnected yet always believing we’re disconnected. The paradox is not emptiness – the paradox is the life we’re living now: senseless, meaningless, when you add up minutes spent giving nothing to the world. Nothing! Giving nothing of ourselves to any being – just consuming and being consumed by a sickly intoxicant, cancerous and eating away at our minds, our senses until senseless we never drink our fill and wish for more minutes to pour into the void of despair and disaster.

No more!

Take back your time!

Tags abstract art, acrylic painting, criticism, Saturday Expressions, sick society, social media, time management, virtue

Dreams Saturday Expressions Visual Artwork

Two Dreams | Session 2

A Dream:

The King I seek is standing in the sun.
I cannot see his face.
He holds out his hand to me.
In his outstretched palm is a wax seal.
I cannot make out the pressed emblem.
On the tips of his fingers he offers an amber Jewel.
I long to take the Jewel from his hand, but I don’t want to appear selfish. I just feel this offer means so much more. The seal reveals his official business, but Jewel feels like a gift meant just for me. I reach out my hand to touch his.

The King disappears, and I wake up.

Another Dream:

I was sitting on the bank of a river. From a distance, I watched a female oriole weave her nest with dry plants and tree bark. Every so often she would pause and call out to her partner, working at a distance. I moved closer to get a better vantage point. From up close I could see that the lady in orange array had woven lavender forget-me-nots into her hanging home. As she flew off to gather more materials, I stood up and peered inside. I gasped, thrown by what I saw. A window into a deep red world. A ruby hung in the clear sky casting brilliant rays across a crimson lake. A couple cradled in a copper canoe bent in for a kiss. A scarlet glare lights my pupils aflame and, blinking, I wake up.