The Chest

June, aged chest in the old firehouse. We wonder!

Among rusty broken walls and a primordial fire extinguisher

Beyond the cracks and venerable tiled matrix

Camera-eyes capture the ghost of the last ladderman

Obsolete doors calling ancient smoke jumpers

Beauty holds no bounds even for the versed

You don’t have to put on that red light

German medusa with the golden hair was smiling

But I was patient and waited:

Harmonica with the skeleton key

Stoutness by my side: unsealed

Opened.

The Chest

Another #poem about #Plasma Ray Blues

 

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The Plasma Ray Blues

All men do not suffer from the plasma ray blues
In the content of the stars we blend in timeless hues

Even deep cold comets were all made once of colors
Saturation on a saturday seems to be well covered.

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Sunday, Sketch, Stitch, Sweep and Shake

Optivion - Painting

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Optivion - Ghostly Motivation

Optivion - Sunlight

OPTIVION - Gothic Art

Optivion - Colors

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Optivion- Beard artist

Poem for Sunday Shake
I had painted in October, inside the tune of the day
Was lured by autumn’s crisp ink
Central to the song you came, internal colors
Titian, untitled and cool.
Shake it off, shake it off.
Optivion - The Autumn Tree
~Fools are poets with invisible wings and colorful brushes.
Optivion - The Artist Believes

~GrOoOovy.

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Audrey Archangel

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Audrey came from the clouds:
She played on the golden
She did not know I slept
She kept vanilla pockets!
And smiled through breakfast.

From her hand a sword:
From the print a star
From the dark a wink
That light, that magic!
She left for the holiday.

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The Southern Gothic

OptivioN -The Southern Gothic

(Original watercolor and  ink commission)

The Southern Gothic
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Beyond the dead we will take a walk:
Fondly remembering the remains cut from stone.
The rebels authentic, bright sweeping falls!!
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Beyond the gates we will take a rest:
Once the roses dry, antiquated thorns drew blood.
The rain murmuring, white sunny memories!!
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Beyond the steps we will brake a lock:
Fiercely calling the chants from bones .
The uniforms youthful, stained magic rises!!
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Für Elise, The Mermaid.

I have heard the mermaids calling mostly on cold winter days
When you swim in to the current and cast your net in to their nest.

Gently breathing underwater looking for lost treasure chests
Glaring at Atlantis’s warning through Poseidon’s mighty breath.

Old reactors gushing fire as silent dolphins wept
Remembering all the crimson pirates who fell over stormy decks.

Too deep for modern fisherman, sonar scans or  GPS
For only sailors from The last age knew their uncanny dwelling place.

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Pumpkin Smile Widely

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Never cared to be like other pumpkins-
I tried once, but I grew eyes and waited
And the arrival of the birds painted color
Through the fields and the brush.

Never cared to be like other pumpkins-
I tried once, but I grew fangs and slept
And the taste of the universe hungered color
Through the concrete and the bruises.

Never cared to be like other pumpkins-
I tried once, but I grew hands and waited
And the touch of her coat melted color
Through the whiteout and the harmonica.

Never cared to be like other pumpkins-
I tried once, but I grew orange and slept
And the arrival of the farmers inhaled color
Through the enlightened and the fall.

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One Last Unicorn

Unicorn by Optivion
Gallery quality Giclée print on natural white, matte, ultra smooth, 100% cotton rag, acid and lignin free archival paper using Epson K3 archival inks. Custom trimmed with 1″ border for framing.

僕はユニコーンのままだよ。
Unicorn forward By Optivion
Unicorn Labtop by Optivion

Unicorn phone by optivion

The horn was a trade for the secret of steel.
Sharp sugar saxon motor war machine.
Forgotten everything that is Pure about the work.
A glimpse of freedom:

Short links corrected,
The comedy’s new slave verse.
White discordant fence-
White electronic pulse-

“And the balance of the moment to you.”

Creaking and scrapping hemlock.
Einhorn metal nemesis charges.
Towards himself and towards Helen.
Progress implied, festoon history.

Swilled achilles rises:
Man without fear that gave us the spear.
And traditional methods of hunting the weak.

Entrapment by a virgin.
Entrapment by Propaganda.
Entrapment by the market.
Entrapment if you follow.

The Valentine Bandit

Optivion The Valentine Bandit

I will find you wild roses:

And words for your spirit

silent coffee roasting in the dark

holding a patch of sunlight from the porch.

I will form a spring of flame:

And melt the urban ice

soaking green from the brush

holding a few minutes of endless embrace.

Optivion - Saint Valentine's Day

~バレンタインデーはハートというより苺だな。
Valentine’s Day is not about hearts, it’s about strawberries.

A Tree of Life

Tree of life

A luminous twisted wood
Chorus pulp of the ancient
In any age experienced-
Rings run endless spirals.

A timber floats above
Cloaked Chapter of the seasons
In any being wiser-
Ruling living scripts modestly.

A structure bound divine
Calling branches of the green
In any sense stronger-
Roaring breath feeds you.

A perennial code whispers
Circumjacent pull of the vein
In any task elegant-
Remnant rush silently regenerates.

Curious Bot

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It’s alive!
Animate your robot collection with an automated menagerie.
E.S One Bot™ is a fun and priceless collectible designer toy created by me.
At its essence, Optivion™ is about imaginative action and expression and the mysterious thrill of the journey.

Product Features:
.Stands 3.75″ tall
.Classic Optivion
.Plasma fuel cell

The artist like a detective.

Inside the walls,

It’s all transpired.
From the red brush, spilled patterns and a violet mandolin on the empty stage.
The broken pieces below the table.
The blue sakura through the curtains, whispering.
The sirens in the garden wait for no koi.

Inside the process,

It’s all predicted.
From the stained glass, opened puzzles and a silver harmonica on a crowded hall.
The dusty boots crossing the bridge.
The prints on the moon, fingers.
The tridents in the attic wait for no dragon.

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~The artist is very much like a detective.
~El artista es como un detective.
~少年の頃私は探偵小説を読みふけっていた。

( ⓛฺ OPTIVION ⓛฺ )

Christmas looks


She passed the flooded white,
the cold became apparent.

Celebrating the special chill,
signaling the icy finale.

The spirit spins of snow,
scintillating orbs.

With colored lights cheering,
the green foliage frozen beneath the path.

The town forgotten in red strokes,
sleigh bells from the sound of legacy

Glisten on,
glisten on.

Fade again.

 

See U Later..


~God through the stitches,
and the snowy blue memory lights up.
A connection to violet blossoms and dream bits from beyond.
From clouds of white eternal watch:
Thank you and See U Later.

(Sayonara) さよなら、気楽にやってね。

Halloween Rises (Flyer Art)


Ghouls, witches and chills
Halloween rises slowly
The spookiest night of year.

I’m playing several shows this autumn and looking forward to summoning my harmonicas.

The Artist On

The Artist On

Top hat
scraps of glitter
unedited and unwaivering
eyes unvoiced
on all shades
flew on his hands
faithful Brushes
and for the mouth harp
The Loopticon arrives
ripples from stardust
chromatic silver
and with circular screens
utterly dynamo
completed the color crescendo.
Supplemented
by bewilderment
They all sat on echoes
in the dark
current of ancient logos
Hooray!
Hoodless one
slap with approbation:
The lights please
and the set begins.

The Utimate Threshold

Smooth Ambit,
(Proceed quietly floating in the picture)
comet planet nebula quasar
Turning away from a straight line,
older, once,

no drainboard.

People and hidden focus:
(exceeded your resources)
reaping the crust,
search space smile star.

Plotting with light.

Guiding along the curvature:

Plotting with light!

Combine the destination with another jump,

hop, hop, hop:

through a faltering wormhole,

scud, skim with the boosters. Glide through the wavering.

I am the pilot in motion.

Fly…..( ◎ )。

Summer Draft

“Beach Bumz”
Shoreline feedack
On my mind:
Breezy waters blue slips,
Cool drafts and passage…
Whisk of waves published this morning,
and the old street: burnuslikebills…
Visible leader of man:
What he wants is your gasoline
how do you like your liberty:
A dash and glimmer from the moment,
Captain Arrogance.

ORBIT

Above the rings, soar metal glissade.
Enchanted ice fruition.

On Grand Orbits:

Finding Elysium…….
Through the spiral alpines blooming,
At no time the motion was filtered,
Contemplate.

El señor Optivion.

The Traveler’s Pause

The Traveler’s pause

Howl of purple rocks by a sunset song together calling a medley of waves.

~The ambiance of silent stones washing over my rest.

Behold the short whispers sleepy inside the quiet of the ship,

and dreams blend the moment with a serenade of new points.

It is the short view of a violet moon rising towards my helm. Arms heavy, gaze steady.

-El Optivion

Shela Skull

It was many years ago,
I befriended Shela Skull.
On the ocean with no bay,
with a haunted ancient shore.
Calmly I remember,
it was in a cold December.
On the ocean with no bay,
with a haunted ancient shore.
Winter came but lost her bow,
While the ice storm forged a hole.
On the ocean with no bay,
with a haunted ancient shore.
No gifts beneath our christmas gore,
The Blizzard’s cold upon the floor.
On the ocean with no bay,
with a haunted ancient shore:

Broken chime,

Speaking mime,

and Frozen time!

It was many years ago,
That left the splendid:
Shela Skull.

~Le Optivion

Willa and Pelten Blue

(Commission, watercolors & Ink)

Valentine Mint

I am free
I am altitude of color and mint
converge on the waves of the gulf.
If you float salute me above the blue
reserve the title for another time.
You will only know my secret name
and hear the music from our sunset.
If next week does not come
this afternoon is enough.
The color of your shadow below the sands
your fingers measuring the clouds.
I am restless. I am flight of ink and
blooming burgeon harmony.
In my eyes you will catch a thriving dream.
Play it so and put it in your pocket.
Let the moon rise and you will always find home.

(海綿は水を吸収しますので水彩絵具をぼかしたりする時に便利です。)

September Drone

Drone through the day
(and every one fades)
Laughter in silence
fluorescent mermaids
The drone of the hour
walks by the bay!!
(Perhaps to think
before the spell of dusk)
A moment of droning
it all comes undone:
Navigate
Un-skip
Navigate:
Drone through the day
(in ancient Nippon)
Running in caution
robotic barmaid…
They tremble with power,
Remember Pompeii.
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