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The Revelation of Time
begets solemn screams of disparity,
but I am come.
To pull you up...Proverb!!
To lift you by the thread of your will...my will, believe
Faith is not of Sight...Might
I see you,
Even through the veil, with my Power
I repelled...ghosts!
!No me duele Nada!
- Sayn Syllo [D.P.]-copyright 2004- all rights reserved
This poem inspired by a magnificent painting, THE MACROCOSMIC TUG, by
Juliette Pelletier, New York artist.
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The world tryin' to beat
me down
But I am the Seventh Son,
Born...use hands to change ordinate
To Revolution.
Through the veil I see with clearly,
I have Sight...Might
The two conscious syst-m of the self
Propelled forward with Identity,
But means nothing.
Let the Father show me Mentorship...
Ship in His culture, my other world.
-Sayn Syllo [D.P.]- copyright- 2002
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Dreams come
from a place both familiar
and unfamiliar.
But, yet, the imagery that pervades
register, at times,
as a phenomenon
that is indescribable.
Only and inspirational, awe-stricken
state of observation
seems an appropriate statement.
Just as a foot resembling Greek antiquity
serves to complete a masterful composition,
so does the vision
of a woman drying her hair
as seen through the dimension of a bamboo veil.
It was you...DUeNdE
What great and glorious visions
await us in the dawn of a new day?!
In times such as these,
there is no doubt there is a God.
A one true God that gives gifts freely
to those who expect the unexpected.
-Sayn Syllo [D.P.]-copyright 2003
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In the
beginning
Dwelled mother and father,
Stripped of their worldly possession
By the Brazen Serpent.
You know the one so symbolically depicted
Upon Michelangelo's ceiling.
As a result, I am cast into a world
Without a doubt, without a vision
I accept my role like a thing possessed.
My question
Am I to be a prodigy of a past oppression
Or shall I become something more?
But, a prodigy of what? Of hate; of confusion?
Questions asked, yet unanswered
It is hell being in this state of...being.
Searching...searching for light to shadow my Darkness
Praying... praying for humility to outweigh my Starkness
I heard in a dream, "Everything will be alright. Now, get up."
What...am I dreaming or did I hear my Father Speak?
How can this be for I am too weak...too meek
But e becomes my strength, my stand
And in me, he gives my ability of the hands
To do things as he does, so I begin
Becoming a product of him
As he once was
Maybe, there just may be a prodigy in me...yet.
-Sayn Syllo
[D.P.]-copyright 2003
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Against an ominous but seductive background of red-orange-pink, a
Rorshach-like figure of black paint stretches across the canvas. A kinetic
image of forboding and regret "Hardened," says artist [painter]
Dune Patten, "is a painting which depicts disobedience of the heart...
Against an ominous but seductive background of red-orange-pink, a
Rorshach-like figure of black paint stretches across the canvas. A kinetic
image of forboding and regret "Hardened," says artist [painter]
Dune Patten, "is a painting which depicts disobedience of the heart... what
the source of resistence to God can look like." Patten's inspiration is
drawn from the Biblical story of Moses; the plight to free the Israelites
from the impish designs of the Pharoah. He says, "Biblically speaking,
this painting represents the folly that hardened Pharoah's heart against the
obviousness and inevitability of Truth. You can see or read what you want in
it, but it has its own truth." Patten's painting is clearly influenced
by Abstract Expressionism, but Patten prefers to adhere to his own intimate
style 'URBAN EXPRESSIONISM-copyright 2002...a unique style heavily inspired
by Patten's Biblically Christian [more personal than fundamental] beliefs.
Patten states, "The personal nature of this unique style is that it
gives amplification to the softened voice fallen on the deaf ears of society.
In other words, the meaning in form can have just as much, if not more,
meaning than the form itself. Whether in play or not, art should be about
conviction...and passion...there should be blood in every brushstroke...like
this!"
-- Prolegomenon of my painting, Hardened, by Tomas Sustaita- Poet
and freelance writer.
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