Temperamentally Tina

Indebted to the ground
bedded within the Earth with a shrill sound
as one sheds their bond
as if they’re the most profound
within the ground another will melt
every feeling ever felt
one faces forward
as their reality slips toward
all the conflicted thoughts of the collective
anticipating each perspective
and another nods
entangling their worth within sod.

The above poem was written in reaction to the image. When creating the image I chose to incorporate black and dark grey when finished I added eyes to what I gathered were the appropriate spots. Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

A wish filled
several more sprouts from what we build
a lump in the terrain
each person lives to take claim
yet no admittance
to the rather large size of their footprint
asking of more
yet we all fawn and adore
the largest of all
the biggest of the resource smugglers gathered in a hall
making donations
as their bellies burst from the foundation
if only each was paid fairly
there wouldn’t be as big of a need for charity.

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-Temperamentally Tina

After the blade had been taken
the creature is left shaken
alone within a puddle of blood
with the reflection of what once stood
each thought allowed to breathe
within a world to over see
those that pass by scald the creature
judgements can be torture.

I wrote the above poem in response to the image. I viewed the image as a creature without a scalp sitting upon a puddle. Which as I wrote the poem became a puddle of it’s own blood reflecting back a broken image of itself. I often think of my drawings as a sort of inkblot type of art in which is up to interpretation and each person can perceive it in their own way.
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-Temperamentally Tina

Each person a number accumulated
their stories often exaggerated
when spoken by their tongues
each one outdone
an outstanding applause
I often pause
feeling that suspicious thought
none of them will ever get caught
for each number we accumulate
is a part for the take
loneliness makes the number vulnerable
rendering their votes affordable.

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Temperamentally Tina.

Stuck in the gunk
a hand tugged everything stunk
some bewildered by the aggression
awaiting for extraction
others lay dormant
nothing is permanent
and yet some pulled hairs
others disassociated as if they had no cares
some filled of hate and stumbled
that rage reset decades of progress as society crumbled.

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-Temperamentally Tina

Rooted in as a listener
speaking with a stammer
beholding wisdom within all of us
wilting their skin upon the Earth that’s on a cusp
knowledge isn’t always satisfying
parts of it urges one to stop trying
as the world is caught up in petty arguments
sharing words in careful installments
negotiating contracts
with their own subconscious  
that the anger and quarrels
won’t rip them from limb to limb as they hurl
further through the battle cries
for all of our eyes
are better off closed.

After I finished the image I perceived sort of an elephant man with an eyeball in his hand and his other hand held up to his ear. After viewing the image the poem listed above is what just sort popped out of my head. The elephant man gave off a sort of all knowing wisdom vibe to me. The eyeball in his hand made me think of a crystal ball all knowing all seeing.
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-Temperamentally Tina.

Maybe we all are more connected than we think
maybe the thoughts we weep
are that of another
the days our pens guide us
are of stories we’ve been chosen to tell
for those mouths locked closed
maybe we are just one entity
divided within billions of vessels
and all of this is a step within something
something deeper that I fear
is worst than the now
the after
the in between
the mere prospects of it all
if heaven was a paradise
why do we fight so hard to live
because we know the information imbedded
within ourselves
the truths we don’t want to accept
this is our best
and the horror that awaits on the other side
is a fate we all one day must resign
and accept to be washed clean
and thrown back in
to do this all over again.

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-Temperamentally Tina