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Emily Dickinson Steampunk

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A portrait of Emily Dickinson from a bonus commission. It was wonderful that someone requested the creation of Lady Dickinson in a steampunk fashion. I have always been captive by her devotion to words. She seem to just experiment, be dauntless with rhymes and play with words. Dickinson kept many poems hidden, sending some to friends and only 10 poems from about 2000 poems are known to have been published in her active poetic years. Well here she is with a steampunk look, with her many keys, robotic robin, the dun bat necklace and the cricket is her utmost….
Of elegy to me.

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Halloween Kin

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Tonight, tonight,

All the children with spooky tricks and lightning treats
Want candy from suburbia hounds and ghoulish housewives for a goblin’s feast
Knock, knock, take all you can with your little black hands
The bony gates open to the loud march bands from the wild crow lands
The last witch wakes counting all the doors as the haunting begins
Before the ghostly dance from forgotten graves speak of the hour at hand..

Myst and rain fall, so FIRE we call

CALLING FIRE! for fire frees all

So tonight, tonight,

The Werewolf seems once again lost deeply in the full moon’s embrace
The vampire cries for all the time the young lovers had waste
The Mummy just crumbles remembering her gaze

On this night, tonight,

Please do not forget, my lost ancient kin
Beneath the silly masks
We were all childhood friends.

Autumn Mine

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Advance: That decade of stony discovery
Angle dip with a smile made from golden appetites
The backfill waste of energy loss
The last of the green eyes with combustible claws hides:
…..in the last of the wilderness
Beneficiation running black diamonds and somber fuel pumps
A franchise made of pure crop coal,
but remember eventually the black suits will fade
Shrubs, timbers, and ferns will rise from concrete wastelands
The conveyors will be solar and the wind will guide them.

The Chest

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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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Searching for spring inside winter

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~Seeking light paths through the waves.

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binding early winter, I connected the dots,
blue beams crossing through geometry echoes,
below the clouds, along the city.

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~Winged mechanical titan blossoms on the melting winter snow.

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Sunday, Sketch, Stitch, Sweep and Shake

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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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A “Shortcut” Inside Spacetime

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Ghoulie Bot (Optivion) - Bifröst, Rainbow Bridge, Einstein-Rosen bridge

“Spacetime Haiku”

That Bright Star Ruptures
Superior Skysail Soars
The Heart Luring The Light

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Hit A Rough Spot: Bend Space And Time.

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 HAIKU

~A space craft turns quick

~All weight lost in fast black pull

~From brisk storm on star

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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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March Monster Poem

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Chomped hours and youth.

Adios March monster?
Milleniums dance party?
Chart-topping savings?
The pursuit of Keeping Up?

Youth follows winter’s trail,
Smart phones have prevailed!

Like texting black holes.
Skate or die in summer said Achilles.

You like winter are perhaps unkind.
You like spring are perhaps less blind.

Misfit full of warmth.
Age’s vision is small,

Youth is love and bold,
We grow weak and cold.

Reboot because we no longer rewind.

March Monster by OptivioN

One Dolphin

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Ocean Dolphin

She looked over the waves
For fish at their quiet dance.
Crustaceans and crayfish in a tango.
Moving their tales and claws,
Swoosh, swoon, to music,
But below the crayfish routine
Comes a dolphin with a smile
The Lobsters and scallops head down.
Aimless and solemn, he springs.

The Southern Gothic

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(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.

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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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December’s Tokyo Angel

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“Painting is just another way to fly.”


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December’s Tokyo Angel   (Oil on canvas)

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Winter delivers strange tokyo angel.
Flight through the franchise.
I saw it, I heard it —>Metropolitan colors vertical,
Masking December.

White calls giant metal rectangles
Float through the neon.
I spoke it, I learned it —>Urban violet spreads,
Masking Reactor.

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Calling The Wizard.

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(Watercolor and Ink)

~Another wizard,

I can shoulder it my self, thy trust in the stars.

A walking book of spells, dragon holds the key, the night’s structure,
Silence has crossed.

Thee with the sight, you look quite a vision.
You wanted it too.

I will get the music started.

If you came for an explanation?
Maybe I am some kind of freak.

Ocean, flash, dream:
Focus!

– From “Manual of  Edward Blueflames” by the Princess April Skullpop

One Last Unicorn

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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

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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

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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.

February Open

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White Wind is in the open.
Lucky juncture from above-
I daresay, found the falcon.
Persuaded on the reach-
Fierce and candid tone.

The set is on concrete, remember the pipes.

Spring Feathers in the words.
Lantern precious on the keys-
I daresay, in the plot.
Peach on the table-
February and citrus taste.

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Blue

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Blue song, blue art.
The harmonica measures existence, but keep playing to say the least.
Solar hours of worship, the dark water listens.
And the black forest spins a process.

Pack and move on.

While thus to sleep will have a dream,
Polish mercury with ink.
Messenger indiscreet.
Sit and elect the next stroke.
The waves ferocious.
Beauty swims.

〜魔法のハーモニカ.

A Tree of Life

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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.

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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

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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.

 

Quiet Storm

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Before the storm
A child jumps the wave
From the coast.

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Smiling from the field
In a silent sakura mist
– Island flower burns.

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The ancient mask

siren shouts out

Vapor of fire

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~ Clearing Starlights

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The stars above a silent refuge.
Looking and editing the heavens.
The clearing lights between the dark.
Far, far away, a sunrise.

 

Another Spooky Cat

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Reading a Cat, inspecting the form and peering below.
Just Curious of open shadows?
Strolling can’t be simply enough?
The vampire knows the tale of her whiskers.
The moon knows the heart of her past.
The stripes know the edge of her lines.
But you must leap at the guess of it all and beware of the Claws.
SURPRISE…….
Interfere with a game or a harmonica slide:
Tampering, tampering, slippery, sleeping.
The secret hides well every time:
adore, Conquer, abandoned, Calming, adored.

The Artist On

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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.

Plotting with light.

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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…..( ◎ )。

Above Mars

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 God made red, amazing red.
Split the leaping, magenta spirit in the storms,
and a desert symphony of sky and earth.
Inherent occupation in the boundless:

………Life

Skyward: From here: Amazing.

.( ◎ )。

Summer Draft

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“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

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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

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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

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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

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(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。)

Reactor 3

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No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
They are but dressings of a former sight.
Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old,
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
Thy registers and thee I both defy,
Not wondering at the present nor the past,
For thy records and what we see doth lie,
Made more or less by thy continual haste.
This I do vow and this shall ever be;
I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee.

~Mr. Shakespear

September Drone

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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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“Monster Cafe” Tokyo

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Monster May Valentine

Shades, beneath a bright light,
looking forward stoically-
In the presence of the night-

Her coffee black calls me near,
Phantom eyes with ghostly tears-
While Tokyo zombies drink warm beer-

Golden Week fades under a scarlet sky;
Marie and Pierre like true lovers die;
Everlasting blossoms falling in a ceaseless sight.

-Le Optivion