15 Thursday Aug 2019
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The evening after I read your obituary,you crawled into bed with me. Your spirit did not muss the sheetsor bend the mattress. Your voice could have been the breeze,but the breeze never tells me to eat more avocados. In your sleepy whisper you recite the lord’s prayer,but change father to sister. Your last goodnight is […]
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21 Friday Sep 2018
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In perfect worlds of
Imperfect beings,
Explanations of common beauty
Is long lost
To the subconscious.
So the shape and sizes
Are taped as prizes.
Nature, at times,
Sneaks in,
Tricks sin,
Seeks through vein
Then, attraction is found
In the colors. Their brightness
In the unexplainable. Its art
In the different. Its authenticity
In a world of blinds crossing skies,
And the limped crossing rivers,
Very few take the time.
To see <
Converse ’till it’s late;
Ask clouds of their beauty:
Free falling; filling rivers
But those who do
Are blessed
With a third eye. So skin,
No longer,
Holds pockets-full of lust
It holds beauty: something to map the lost.
Clothes are no longer framed by Finance
To honor chance,
But are
Intertwined simply
Inter the simplicity
Of none other than art—commonly viewed as beauty.
30 Saturday Sep 2017
The traces on the body are that of an architect
A walking amazement
Crowds cheer, though silently
Thus, the self proceeds, oblivious of such.
The outline of the body is that carved by nature
Fruits to the head
Sweetness for the belly
Feet move like trees breezing naturally.
Personality in the body is a sack, that of diamonds
Some seen as more prosperous than others,
Following it: an essence of pure heart
Yet, you don’t see that you are art.
Copyright © 2017 by, Charles Joseph Augustin
29 Friday Apr 2016
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08 Friday Apr 2016
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art, beautiful, beauty, creative, feeling, gold, magic, magical, poem, poetry, sun, sunshine, writing
She was nothing else
Other than sunshine reflecting
Off of gold.
I didn’t want to give her nothing else
But my heart filled
Returning all of the feelings which from her, they stole
It was just something else
Elevating fear through the body
Finding my lost pieces, mystically making me whole
I hadn’t ever seen else:
A smile causing the sun to rise and compete
Enchanted human, unexplainable even by wisdoms of old
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30 Wednesday Mar 2016
Posted in creativity
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art, beauty, Brooklyn, city, education, motivation, NYC, poem, poetry, reading, school, smile, writing
I’m me, who are you?
Do you skate, do you dance?
Do you look at a person’s mind like taking a glance?
Do you find yourself on the half court and still take a chance?
Do restrictions hold you back? Do you climb the fence?
First day, we hope for an easy pass. We’ve been hoping ever since
We get caught and bs-on-the-spot. Ain’t got time to plan in advance
You don’t walk into class and hustle
You don’t say something in Latin as if you were fighting evil
Do you argue in seminar like you’re in a battle?
Or declaim and take everyone to another level?
Do you wear a tie knowing you came from the ghetto?
Do you get hungry in class and eat cereal?
You don’t know.
We wake up expecting struggle
But walk down graham and smile when others say hello
We think it’s bad…badder than the devil
But this is TBLS so, are you going to lose or win this war like a pro?
19 Saturday Mar 2016
I will write and scribble and scratch
Because some souls are attractive
But hers is victorious,
Through her cries flooding the sea
And scaring the oceans away, bearing the ocean floor
To being a canvas for her to scribble her sentiments, Her moments
Her beauty, hidden in her soul
So I scratch, powered by my endeavor
Until she opens, like a wild receiver
And.
Surprisingly enough it turns out:
You need not to aim for the beholder,
But the sword illuminated
You need not to find beauty at the sight of her
But the soul, under the moon nested.
Copyright © 2016 by, Charles Joseph Augustin
14 Monday Mar 2016
Posted in creativity, life
I’m not a fool.
I heard you discussing plunging that knife
Up my tummy
With your “homies”
You looked at me straight in the eye
While digging your tongue down her throat
And kidnapping her butt in your palms
But, I still wish nothing but the best for you.
Copyright © 2016 by, Charles Joseph Augustin
14 Monday Mar 2016
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05 Friday Feb 2016
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art, beauty, black, ethnicity, king, lady, love, natural, poetry, queen, race, royal, unique, young
Today, I followed a young lady on Instagram because she is an artist.
All over her page were her prints:
Bold, innocent and kind, like saints.
She is an artist and though many did not realize it,
She kept sprinkling her art like a farmer dropping seeds and living it up to the soil to take advantage
Artist:
Art. An individual who makes their existence an art and produce art.
Art:
The person who always bothered you or amazed you with their constant ideas that were so different from ours.
These ideas are art.
Being “different” is too vague
But the art in it is: not being reluctant to take the other path no one ever takes, even though there’s a 99% chance you will suffer.
The art is the personality
The artist—the person who overwhelms you with the weight of their unique being.
She makes you know that:
She might be like this other girl walking down the block
But hell no! They ain’t the same because her charisma is different
And that other girl is not as passionate when applying coconut oil!
A definition the generation I am currently living in has seemed to be lost to,
A definition so few of us are living in that it is, at times, a constant struggle for the artists
Themselves
To be clear to the beauty of it.
The blacker the Berry, the sweeter the juice.
Was in my head a few pictures and likes through
African “Black” American feminist with a down-to-earth connection with her cultural background and nature;
The type of young lady I look at
And after hours of amazement, my court rules I will never be fit for her.
The type of young lady who puts her foot down and stupidity shakes
She is THE ONE natural beauty takes
The beauty in being a Black Female.
Some say, “Blacks used to be Kings and Queens”
But individuals like her show: blacks ARE Kings and Queens.
Blacks used to reign
Anyone can be a king and queen but so few can reign.
Poetry is art
But
Personality, I put apart
To praise the more and more
Her art is her Juice
Her skin, the blacker Berry
Copyright © 2016 by Charles Joseph Augustin
