The second part of my visit to Soul Of A Nation - Art In The Age Of Black Power. Click through to read post...
Since I’m feeling in a poem-y kind of mood, here’s a reblog of a Blade Runner 2049 inspired poem I found.
A monochromatic answer to my
neon glow query
A laugh that distils rebuke
to my naive little worry
Nothing really happened
according to you
while I was battling with gigantic spacecrafts
filled with aliens from the galaxy of assumptions
The surroundings turned orange
I walked passively beyond your magnetic repulsion
and found myself free of all that you are
A black hole that sucks in my brightest day
A tsunami that drowns what I’ve built for myself
You realise that something did happen
and walked with a purpose towards me
while I lost mine
The dust-storm turned from orange to grey
and the momentary peace turned into a lasting anomaly
of me turning back towards you,
Watching you make the effort I’d always wanted you to
We walk towards each other
The centre of which has a broken Roman statue
That held its hand towards nothingness
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Some more political art from London. Click through to read post...
A post about utopia and dystopia inspired by the Father John Misty song, Things It Would Have Been Helpful to Know Before The Revolution. Click through to read post...
A poem about London. Click through to read post...
My reaction/rant on Trump's first speech to the General Assembly of the UN. Click through to read post...
A post about the illusion of freedom and economic dictatorship. Click through to read post...
A post about Donald Trump's Daca revokal. Click through to read post...
My political compass... Click through to read post...
My thoughts on the day of rage. Click through to read post...