explorers club

 Five frames:

Rectangles, stretched tight, 

Debate, i think painted sides to match

the internal painted frame of each panel.

But maybe clean w/ tacks showing.

First, silho female, lashes / sparkle, 

*some internal images with rough / texture

on white.

Second, ocean / reef around the sides.

Pink coral

Third, sky and flock of seagulls

*used carved wood for shape imprint.

Fourth, castle island (is castle portuguese 

or a zigg?)

*emblems / awards / medals / honors in

tiny places.

 Fifth, exotic plants and flat landscape

Colors of note: gold, brown, sea blue, greens, touches of pink, white birds, the ocean, avoid black red unless.maybe one with red border could be good.

Dynamic in each panel in the color frame.

Title (revenge and convalescence) 

Make sure the entire thing feels like you were there. 

 

The Invitation & Interview

 as they arrive

a flourish of colors

the banners of families

the rich tapestry of fashion

while the dogs watch anxiously

from corners of the estate.

A man stares intently talking

remarking on the calmness in the eyes.

some factions pat their bellies

while others tell me histories

of where ancestery has begun.

Later in my freedom

as only the head closes her book gently

has my sword been respected

a victor on the mound.

I do not cry foul weather

For the summons curious had i come,

had i known the wager firstly

better shoes would i worn.

The arrogant suffer chasms

Pinstripes stained in blood,

Do not test me lightly

Bells always ring in doom. 

help after dark, me and i

 sleeps on the couch

to forget about the dead brother

hanging from a noose his friend 

hiding from another bad thing

hed done.

That couch was somewhere else

before all that

sheltering another memory from

A mistake

Hidden in the cushions

dried tears so old they only smell

when one rolls over

from a hot sleep

the feelings pour

one after another

and in the future an executive

signs the paper pale faces grimace

An impressive morning awaits

The resolve of emotional turmoil

Clear calm. I beckon you

to to understand

all the world messages. 

prophecy

 you cannot tame,

what is already dead,

the sands of time have tried.

 the narrow path,

the only way, 

through all the futures seen.

 what was told,

written long ago,

wont be known by us.

if dark hides truth, 

then bear witness from the light.

when we dream, we see the fruit,

eonic seeds, from oldest suns.

do not fear, and do not rush,

the soul older than this life. 

prisoner luck

 i feel scruff

object in void

sound of something alive

no reactive mass, just bump.

In the dark, i do hide, under starry blanket spot.

Plug my ears, surrounded by distraught

Possibly a combination of tells

That hits right,

Still reading the treasure map

Where's the X?

Oh my god.

.

... 

the middle chapter

 a slow piano jazz

fills the bar, the smokey vibes

and cocktails, ice, glass clinks

of troubled minds feeling

weariness depart.

rain outside in the brick alley

way while memories of you

are plucked in emotional intervals;

inner skull, and they bounce around

reflecting this version of my life.

nothing beats A Dive to explore

all that. Those crystal tumblers

help the bone collectors as they pour; so

look at my cup, decide on the empty

or full. The band plays the weekend only

and if it stops raining

the lightbulb for last call flares -

sounds of bodies shifting from dancing

to chairs scraping the floor.

the music can be heard always

but no way it stays the same. 

jump high. sleep tight

 theres a bounce house

in your life

maybe someday 

Little shopping on side,

side of lunch

& the band arrives.

Sunny skies big days with little much,

Happy and cool, coasting down tubes

Under blue light.

I see you smiling,

Hold me close in your arms

Worse and better together.