The flowers dressed in blue,
Wear black butterfly fins
Dripping vulnerability on to
A field of of broken chords
Are on the verge of waking up.
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Author: Armando Vieira Pedroso II
My artistic career had unconventional beginnings, after September 11, 2001 I was laid off from my corporate sales job of 18 years. It was at that time I "thought" I heard a voice within myself literally telling to paint and write. Since I had never done either I found it strange yet, I gave into the voice after so time of fighting it. I now say “if you don't believe in the voice of God /Jesus Christ, or being connected to your inner spirit...we need to talk.” I have seen firsthand countless doors of opportunity fly wide open for me, what laid beyond those doors of being laid off was this new person, this artist inside I never knew existed... all because I took the chance of listening to that small persistent voice inside myself.
As a painter/writer I deconstructs and reconstruct layers of roofing tar, plaster, wood, found objects, metals, symbol’s, rich acrylic colors and words to create inspirational and emotionally driven paintings and poems. Sometimes playful, gritty, deeps or with an urban feel, My art tries to capture the essence of what an individual's dream might look like if inspired to take that leap of faith.
Peach
Tearing bruises off the peach
Until the pit appeared,
In a silence that is never the same twice,
He had to remove to become.
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String
Through the burning grass and
Breaking branches beneath his feet,
The journey of an unfinished soul
Walked sixty-four years on a string.
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Chained
Chained to a dark cloud,
Making a bed on rock bottom,
He chased empty dreams
of wicked butterflies around his head.
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Arrows
From past empty mansions
where worth was carved onto posts
in rooms that make the darkness tremble,
Is where he shot broken arrows
hopelessly at bags of demons
containing the deep fear of letting go.
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Follow
In the bag he packed to go,
With his name carved in the past
And the rain in the rear view
He could no more leave behind
His shadow
Even in the darkest room.
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Cream
The cream shirt
didn’t hide
his sleeves of scars.
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Dandelion
With dandelion eyes
he stared into the corner of the sky,
watching free falling dreams
sleep through the sunshine.
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Collides
Torn to pieces by roses
of moments that refuse to die,
he collides
into the cracked logic of madness.
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Insanity
He stands between two shadows
whose voices don’t use words,
but throw grief like glitter
in the attic of insanity.
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Unfinished Souls 