MY ENDURING BONES

Stories , Poems, and More By A.M. Moscoso

Daily Prompt

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Confused

 

Self Portrait Nude: Egon Schiele

 

He wants take his skin

He wants to be in his skin

The frustrated little guy

Wants out of his own thin skin

 

 

Is my skin safe, is yours is hers?

 

 

He wants out of his  skin

He needs to be rid of his skin

The frustrated little guy

Trolls for skin

in his car

on foot

by tweet and by book by hook and by crook

 

 

How will he take the skins,

how will he steal those skins,

how will he wear those skins

once they are his?

 

 

Will they smell? Will they talk? Will they scream

against his own bones?

 

 

He really doesn’t care because

 

 

He wants take his skin

He wants to be in his  skin

The frustrated little guy

Wants out of his own thin skin

 

 

Will he remember once he wears those skins

that he

trolled for those skins

in his car

and on  foot

by tweet and by book by hook and by crook

 

 

Will he be able to forget

will he be able to make us forget

The frustrated little guy who

cut away, who tore away

with desperate his own desperate hands

his own thin skin.

 

Self Portrait Nude: Egon Schiele

 

 

Complicated

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Attersee Gutav Klimt

Attersee Gutav Klimt

On the surface, things never look complicated.

Do you know why that is?

Because they’re not.

Things only get complicated when you pitch a stone or drop a dead body through that

smooth uncomplicated surface and mess it up.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

A week or so ago, I sort of took myself off of Facebook. I kept the account open because my blog links go there automatically and I like the photo album set ups.

I was asked ‘why’ a lot.

My decisions wasn’t a complicated one- I’d rather have people like  something I created rather then like something I repeated.

Still, that one action on my part broke the seemingly smooth uncomplicated surface of the way we have all agreed to communicate.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

So what is it about those smooth calm surfaces that brings out the Devil in us, that makes us drag that corpse to it’s edge or above it and drop it in.

Do we like the watching the splash? Do we like hearing that ‘ bloonk’ sound?

Is this a hard question to answer…

or a complicated one?

 

PHOTO CHALLENGE

Fun!

I love a serious or metaphorical theme as much as the next photographer… but this week, let’s just have some fun.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

When I go to my favorite place for lunch, I like to sit across from this Ice Cream freezer.

I like the picture, it reminds me of being a little kid and begging my Mom for extra money so I could buy one of the ‘fancy’ treats from the Ice Cream Man.

I haven’t actually bought anything from this case, I just like to look at it.

It makes me smile.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

When I turned 50 one of my friends said to me, ” When you turn 50 the world ignores you and you shouldn’t wear pink because that’s a ‘ young woman’s’ color and now is your time to celebrate becoming a ‘crone’ ( which I learned is what you become when you hit menopause.) and that from this point forward only “Crones” will find you interesting and of any value to society in general.

Every time I see this picture I think of how royally screwed up my ‘friend’ was and I’m glad to say that almost 2 years after being told that by her I have learned what she said is utter bull pucky.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is painted on the bus shelter wall at my bus stop.

Sometimes I just stand there for countless minutes and look at it and think, ” Why are you here?”

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is a picture of the Sun.

You know what they say, ” It’ all fun and games until the Sun Goes Super Nova and we all die”

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

When I go out on my Art Walks, my favorite artwalk companion is my dog, Hamish Macbeth:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

I know that when most people go on Art Walks, cheese and wine are involved.

My idea of a an Art Walk is me grabbing Hamish’s leash and telling him, ” Come on Hamish, let’s go find us some art.”

Art, as you know is everywhere- it’s  in a weather worn fence, a carefully designed garden or a yard gone wild.

What I like about taking my art walks with that when I see art, Hamish doesn’t look at it and say, ” Gee, I don’t know if I’d call that art.”

He just looks at  it, sniffs it, licks it and walks away.

Art can be art and I can enjoy it, absorb it and take a picture.

It is what it is.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

This is the Art me and Hamish found this weekend. It’s sort of related to the art I found last weekend.

Here it is:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso "Dinosaur"

Photo: A.M. Moscoso
“Dinosaur”

Photo: A.M Moscoso " Abstract In Chalk"

Photo: A.M Moscoso
” Abstract In Chalk”

And this is my favorite:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso " The Warning "

Photo: A.M. Moscoso
” The Warning “

I felt like Indiana Jones, walking around this play field looking for Chalk art. When I found it I was pretty excited. Like I discovered something important before it disappeared.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is what I’ve learned about Art on my walks with Hamish Macbeth:

Art is everywhere and it’s in everything- you just have to be willing to let it happen in you head without telling it what it is- but the licking and sniffing part- I’d leave that part of the experience out.

amm

DAILY PROMPT

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Obsessed

Jos

Malice and envy are green and alive

they’ve taken root in a twisted little guy.

His eyes  have teeth

his tongue writhes in his mouth

Obsession is his Master and so is Want.

Jos

Malice and envy are green and alive

their roots now run deep in this  twisted little guy.

He’s stolen his voice he’s stolen his bones

it wasn’t enough and now he wants her’s

This is his world and he is a slave

to Obsession to Want to Spite and to Hate.

Jos

Malice and envy are green and alive

nothing will change for this twisted little guy.

He will always crave and he will always need

he will always be enslaved by what he sees.

A sad and twisted fate for a sad and twisted man

because

Obsession is his Master and so is Want.