Ozy called me Oya once.
the first ever. and it is true. this morning i woke up realizing how much i change others and environments wherever i am embedded. i would like to think i am quiet not making waves but it is not true in the least. and then, now. this. so me! the words especially!!
Original Art Work: Ozy Merrique
FallGirl
Medium: Acrylic on canvas board
Dimension: 16"x20"
Ozy Merrique shared his photo. and poem
"Sometimes she moves so fast a beautiful blur
And I find myself praying,
That certain precious moments would somehow re occur.
The sound and smell of her lingers like etched echoes
Playback grooves, poetic wax,
Waxing hot she got that fever.
A Modern Millie A Newer Nina
Uncut and unsigned .
Sometimes.
She makes new words to readefine her older crimes.
And tho she favours the floor
One must still soar to source her higher base
Climb to the topmost leaf.
Her morning dew to taste.
the first ever. and it is true. this morning i woke up realizing how much i change others and environments wherever i am embedded. i would like to think i am quiet not making waves but it is not true in the least. and then, now. this. so me! the words especially!!
Original Art Work: Ozy Merrique
FallGirl
Medium: Acrylic on canvas board
Dimension: 16"x20"
Ozy Merrique shared his photo. and poem
And I find myself praying,
That certain precious moments would somehow re occur.
The sound and smell of her lingers like etched echoes
Playback grooves, poetic wax,
Waxing hot she got that fever.
A Modern Millie A Newer Nina
Uncut and unsigned .
Sometimes.
She makes new words to readefine her older crimes.
And tho she favours the floor
One must still soar to source her higher base
Climb to the topmost leaf.
Her morning dew to taste.
Mysterious and manic she twists like a nervous riddle
Finding that her centre may not be her middle
She crouches down, searches for prints and clues and left impressions
Choosing hues of vague impressionist working in indigos
She goes where she knows. Hurtling through weaker days
At night time too she circles…
Prays for a cloud to crack and give the moon her break,
She picks her pocket mirror from her purse
Aims and catches a sliver of lumination.
Hers to take
Home to where she had a place already ready.
By morning she grew it to a sun.
Yeh she got some magical sexspiritual emanation
Causing ripples in time and in the place of the space
That soothes and renews like the gift
Somebody wraps and signs with slow consideration.
Personal eyes that stare through solid defenses
No second chances with this one…
3rd eye semi-automatic …prone to supernovas
Defies description. Deifies conceptions.
Goddess of her own creation.
Glad to know if only I knew her
I might have wrote this better to her."
#merrique
Finding that her centre may not be her middle
She crouches down, searches for prints and clues and left impressions
Choosing hues of vague impressionist working in indigos
She goes where she knows. Hurtling through weaker days
At night time too she circles…
Prays for a cloud to crack and give the moon her break,
She picks her pocket mirror from her purse
Aims and catches a sliver of lumination.
Hers to take
Home to where she had a place already ready.
By morning she grew it to a sun.
Yeh she got some magical sexspiritual emanation
Causing ripples in time and in the place of the space
That soothes and renews like the gift
Somebody wraps and signs with slow consideration.
Personal eyes that stare through solid defenses
No second chances with this one…
3rd eye semi-automatic …prone to supernovas
Defies description. Deifies conceptions.
Goddess of her own creation.
Glad to know if only I knew her
I might have wrote this better to her."
#merrique
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