I feel there’s too much in my life that I’m ashamed about.Looking back is painful.So there I go and channel all the anger into thinking about the future -Analyze and strategizing —Well, that holds back my presenceBecause then I’m not in the present.Analyzing my every move,Thinking so much about everything and everybody elseBut my own …
Of all the men in this world, With whom I harbor my disdain, For their violence and hate, Half the population, Just a bit more tender than they. Injustice trails them, With the strength of a man, Cowering in the name of mental health, Or not cower at the least,And impose power over the other.But …
The starting point - a perfect reflection To be:- borne of but simple drops, only to be shaped by the artist’s direction of choosing.- burdened by the knowing that our mirror image holds depths of wisdom we seem to be losing.- resting our fate in the hands of a rogue artist carrying the instruments of …
Water and the air in our skies keeps us alive enough to feel the sadness of their color blue. Acrylic on Canvas, Tape
Within my bare limitations, I rest weak, alone, and helpless. At the genesis of my objectives lies a motive for global consensus. For, I hold no substantial power but that of the hands I was granted, by which I stroke this paint on paper to color words of my intentions. And yet - In these …
Circling the drain,I’m wide awakeIn my sleep. I feel the love of pain,In our words,As we speak. I feel it building now,This urge we cannot tame. I hear her speaking now,“The love we never made In our heartsTo forgetThe truthWe never gave To the partsWe regretAnd hold ontoThe same It’s never leaving us,The wounds we …
Ahka Rhash 