Under Appreciated Art: Volume 5

Welcome to the fourth volume of my monthly newsletter 'Under Appreciated Art'. I hope you enjoy all of these amazing pieces of artwork that all deserve more attention then what they've received.

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Literature
TapewormYou're the shattered glass beneath my well-polished skin.
You're the near-perfect excuse, every time I sin
You're that infamous poison apple, intoxicating me,
So come and find me.
Come out and find me.
You're the unbearable weight holding me down,
I'm sinking under your foul surface without a sound;
But now we're wasting our time flailing in a shallow pool,
Soon we'll be sinking in a deep dark sea, salty as my tears,
So come and drown me.
Come out and drown me.
You're the diesel in my aluminum foil veins, causing
My already sore (but not yet soured) heart to turn jet black and putrid.  
Thanks to you, everything I do will always go drastically wrong,
I'm fated to stumble on this uneven ground while singing your twisted song,
So come and trip me.
Come out and trip me.
When I'm hurting myself, my star-struck eyes can see
Painted clowns' faces, rivers of ash, you laughing at me.
So I keep on cutting myself into even smaller pieces,
But you hide yourself well, and I'm the one who:thumb154627528: Loving GhostsSo it was that one day
I just couldn't quite take it anymore.
Distractions flitting here and there,
I could barely think,
I thought I was going mad.
So it was that I put my love in a little drop of blood
And fed that drop to a little mosquito lady.
In a ball of clay I put her,
And in a rat I put that ball,
And in a leather bag I put that rat,
And in an oaken box I put that bag,
And there my love began to die
And I did not care about them as more than abstracts anymore
And I could finally think straight once again.
But it seems that you've managed to
Open that box.
You've taken out each item in turn
And I'm killing myself with worry
And you can't dare deny that it's all your fault.
There are times when all I can do is worry
Because there's so much that's hurt you already
And then I know I won't be sleeping tonight
And I almost want to curse your name and hate you
Because things like this made me lock it all away to start with
And now I'm being driven madder than before.
You're like a gh UptownPeople sleeping on the ground,
Dreaming for a better life.
You can bet that's what I found,
Poverty, New York is rife.
Blues and whites, forgotten reds
Industrialization.
All that's going through our heads:
Is but procrastination.
Switching off calamity,
Territory closing in,
Giving up our sanity
To a rush of secret sin.
If it was that simple kid,
To just shut out each nuisance,
Cities would become placid,
Humans feigning translucence.
Skies and lungs breathing easy,
Congestion wouldn't matter.
Skyscrapers now unsleazy,
Teeth will no longer chatter.
Sterilizing pain and loss,
Urban rhythm mounting reigns
Just another holocaust
Gone; skipping through city lanes.
Polls can't hold the meaning true,
Deeper influences run
Like rivers, a toxic stew...
Suppose I can see the sun?
Rising above concrete shields,
Showing me a path to take
Convincing my God, humanity
Wasn't his complete mistake.
Switching off calamity,
Territory closing in,
Hoping our humanity
Won't be one to win.:thumb157080903: tie this togetherOnce upon a time there was a boy and a girl. The girl had always liked good boys: clean dressers, smooth haircuts, dull personality. That is until she met him. He was exactly the opposite of what she found attractive, so how could she be this fond of him?
The boy had always been a drifter. He'd never wanted to fit in nor did he care to; he just wanted to be himself. So when he started to have feelings for this plain Jane type of girl, he was surprised. But the feeling was there and everyone knew it.
Days, weeks, and months passed. During that time the boy and the girl started to become friends. More time passed and they were best friends. By the next year they were practically attached at the hip.
Winter was here and several events had been happening: they had admitted their feelings for each other, he had met another girl, she was heartbroken, he was confused, she got over it, he moved on. No one knew what had happened; they seemed so great for each other…what had gone wrong?
Tim:thumb157194406: HerIt all started in a classroom, the air choked with the dense fog of adolescent angst, not to mention such physical manifestations as paper airplanes and spit-balls. Two dozen separate individuals, tied together by the fact that they were all, in different ways, coping with their rapidly changing outlooks while simultaneously trying to find a place in this world, which seemed so cruel and foreboding. Of course, this event was nothing new; it had been going on for as long as humanity had, although each generation brought a new twist, a new flavor to the cycle.
Some things however, never changed, and were never absent from the minds of the young men and women who spent so many hours a day trying to cram seemingly insignificant words into their memory, which they would rather use for things that seemed more useful, such as a girl's phone number, or a movie actor's name. That thing that was ever-present in life was universal, is universal. The Alpha, the Omega, the thing that most people wo 6.2.2010Don't know what to do. Can't think or focus or write or think or eat. Have to eat. My head is going in circles. Nicotine would help, if it didn't smell so bad. Everyone notices, and I don't want that. No, I don't want anyone to notice that I'm not really alive, not really here. So I have to smile, laugh, pretend I'm not pretending. Always have to pretend I'm not pretending. When does it end? Song Of MyselfMy mind,
A twist of clutter.
As i walk along the shore
Imagining my life and
Wanting to find some courage,
But i get lost.
The moonlight overhead
Spills onto the earth
Illuminating my soul.
The water ebbs and flows
Softly against my feet
Like a whisper, its frothy
White foam like a delicate
Lace upon my skin.
I treasure this moment.
Waiting for the fight within
Myself to sail away into
The twilight, releasing me
From its slippery grip on life. YesterdayEvery day goes by as though it were yesterday,
the needs and temptations just standing in the way.
Each man standing there alone,
watching the world on his own.
We should try to understand what it means and do what we may.
We are helpless, our minds so thrown.
Yet we ignore the present, that which makes us sane,
and instead worry about tomorrow.
So we watch the past fade behind us, taking no notice of what it meant.
It all disappeared: the memories, loves, and days that were spent.
What do we, the rich and famous, care?
When have we, the dreaded faithless, dared
to keep a promise to those whom we do not repent
-those left with nothing but a deadly scare
-those with no more kisses to send
-and those who themselves have dared.
The gravitational pull of greed shoves us forward,
the selfishness of the wealthy driving us onward.
We've no choice but to adhere,
though we've no path to follow there.
On our own, with no choices to make, and with Karma as our steward,
we regret the paths we have UselessMy words are useless
They cannot get through
My pain is unimaginable
It cannot be felt
My cry is silent
It cannot be heard
My heart is broken
It cannot be fixed
I lie here lifeless
I cannot be saved Lost In TimeThis morning is quiet,
This morning seems dark.
No birds are singing,
Not one single lark.
No jangle in trees,
No splashing in creeks,
All the birds died,
Now they lie in the streets.
The air is heavy,
I cannot breath,
My eyes are shut,
So i can not see.
There are no humans,
They are all gone.
No more happiness,
Not a single tone.
This morning is quiet,
This morning seems dark,
We were never saved
By Noah’s ark.
I never woke up,
I never wrote this.
All we remember,
Is lost in time. BloodBite deep into my neck
Not as if to kill me
But as a sign of craving me
Showing that you want me
The harder you bite
The more I dig my nails into you
The harder I want to bite back
Showing that you excite me
Don't be afraid to draw blood
The sweet taste of passion
I won't hold back with you
So I don't expect you to with me
By: C Matthew Sieradzki 3-12-2010 1721 Let meLet me be the smile that crosses your lips from across the room,
Let me lay beside you under the fullest moon,
Let me stay in your mind and dance with you, where no one else can see,
Let me be your wish for tomorow, that you and I are We,
Let me soothe away your anger,
Let me kiss away your tears,
Let me chase away your demons,
Let me love away your fears.
I have seen your true sorrows,
I have felt your true fears,
I have suffered your frustrations
and kissed away your tears.
My love for you is eternal
Each day I love you more.
I am yours and wish for you,
all you wish for me, and more,
If you just let me Lovers2-13-02
Her lover walks in darkness
Alone while she sleeps
Then one night she begs him to stay
She saw him smile in the bright pale moonlight
She saw two points glitter
Immediately she knew
All the reasons he goes out at night
She was born to kill his kind
Yet she loved him
She never wanted to hurt him
Him and she fought his kind to the death
One night he leaned over
He whispered in her ear and kisses her
Then he moves her hair and his teeth grew
He leaned in and slowly bit her neck
She woke with a jerk
He drew quickly away
Then she asked him to make her one
And they killed together
His kind not hers
Hand in hand, soul in soul
Forever
Centuries on end 'til only they were left
Finally they realized the world they protected
Was not truely protected
Not as long as they lived
With their last act of love
For the world and themselves
They end each others live
So the world could live on
'Til they day of end comes upon this world I LovedI see the angel of death,
The stench of obnoxious breath,
All the roses have withered,
The soulless race have gathered.
I can feel how they suffer
As people kill each other,
The blood of the forgotten,
The being of the rotten.

Oh I have loved you very much.
But I felt not a single touch.
I have given you all the cost.
Yet now I am the one who lost.
I see the angel of light,
The gracefulness of her sight,
The garden bloomed with her poise.
All the spirits have rejoiced.
I can feel her godly lips
As she made her divine kiss.
The great life that was shattered,
Instantly I remembered.

She muttered something with a toast,
"Straighten up young man, Stand up tall!
It's better to have loved and lost,
Than to have never loved at all." Your VoiceYour voice,
is music in my ears.
Your voice,
is a moment of bliss.
When will I see you?
I can't say.
When will I touch you?
I can't tell.
I linger for the day,
the day you'll return.
To feel your loving arms.
To hold you once again.
If only I could choose,
I'd choose you to stay.
But life is so cruel,
That you should leave.
Every night I cry.
Oh it's hard for me!
Because I want you.
Because I need you.
Please call.
I must hear your voice.
I could do anything,
For that simple tone.
I can wait forever.
I'll always will.
For my love is undying.
Distance is nothing.
Remember dear.
Never forget.
Challenges are nothing.
You and I can make it!
EONZONE Part 1 - Dragons don't Cry
                                           Part 1 - Dragons don't Cry
A city lay wasted and blackened. Windows, in the sides of the tall buildings, were shattered to pieces and scattered on the street below. Crumbled walls of homes and burning shops were all that was left. Not a sound could be heard other then a crackle of flames or failing structures collapsing. No weeping cry of an orphaned child or faint screams for help from under the rubble. The only sign of life was a woman standing atop one of the skeletal structures looking down at the once prosperous roads.
The woman is obviously not human. Long silver hair dangled down to her elbows between two dull black wings folded tightly behind her. Armor covered her chest and shoulders while her arms and legs were bare. Her c

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