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January, 2009 Oil pastel 14" x 14"

My Artwork Set to Music (Youtube Video)

~BlushingWolf : "The images you've shown me on the video, were captivating and powerful, as I saw the painful expressions of sorrow, and heart break strewn across their faces. I could see them longing for hope... longing for peace. As I typed this I was in tears after watching the spectacle you've shown me. What I mostly saw behind was the truth behind the lies, from what we are blind to... I'm not sure if that is your intention behind your work, but this is what I saw, a world that is in need of desperate help, and change. I saw many things that were causing more chaos than help to this place. But what I could see most in their faces was the devastation of loosing the land they once had seen before. I thank you for this and I hope you continue to do what you do. And again thank you."

Untitled
©Marc Levine, May 7, 2007

It’s the lifeless, blackened faces, charbroiled in the flames
Frozen for eternity, left to waste away.
It’s the young, the newly born, their relatives, their kin
The old, the obsolete, impulse of fear, now once again.
It’s the miles worth of skin, tangled up around the order
The miles worth of carnage, slain deep within the border.
It’s the crushed up, limbless bodies, too battered to make out
Placed in wooden boxes, lowered to the ground.
It’s the prisons of disgust, the dank and pompous odors
The fat and ugly guards, oppressing all emotions.
It’s the rancid infiltration, futile and unjust
The fallacious appetite, the powerful old fucks.
It’s the pulverized cities, disintegrating time
Another child born, another child dies.
It’s the multitude of neighbors, in grief over loved ones
In this land, the damage can never be undone.

Red skies fill with airplanes and bombs
A realm of pure feeling, overwhelming emotion.
A devastated nation, dehumanized and forgotten
Wrapped up in the most desperate of times.
Kids lie orphaned, traumatized, alone
Pierced deeply by an unbearable might.
Screaming, they suffocate, drowning, they die
Sensations only a mother can heal.
Civilization hampered, humanity forgotten
Armed aggression forced much like rape.
Demonic corruption from half a world away is
Inflicting unspeakable wickedness on innocent people.
Peace be with the ones who were left behind from this world.
More outrage is required by the masses.

I wrote this poem the day I began painting my antiwar art series

My Poetry Site (Deviantart Page)

My visual and literary works are
for informative purposes only
and are not for sale.

the world needs a change
(excerpt) by john allen stephens

as bombs are raining, all freedoms fading
only memories remain
for mother barely breathing, now she cries bleeding
on with who lays the blame?
the blood's on our hands
now what are your plans as you realize yours are stained?
the world needs a change

john allen stephens - [link] -

Description
January, 2009 Oil pastel 14" x 14"

My Artwork Set to Music (Youtube Video)

~BlushingWolf : "The images you've shown me on the video, were captivating and powerful, as I saw the painful expressions of sorrow, and heart break strewn across their faces. I could see them longing for hope... longing for peace. As I typed this I was in tears after watching the spectacle you've shown me. What I mostly saw behind was the truth behind the lies, from what we are blind to... I'm not sure if that is your intention behind your work, but this is what I saw, a world that is in need of desperate help, and change. I saw many things that were causing more chaos than help to this place. But what I could see most in their faces was the devastation of loosing the land they once had seen before. I thank you for this and I hope you continue to do what you do. And again thank you."

Untitled
©Marc Levine, May 7, 2007

It’s the lifeless, blackened faces, charbroiled in the flames
Frozen for eternity, left to waste away.
It’s the young, the newly born, their relatives, their kin
The old, the obsolete, impulse of fear, now once again.
It’s the miles worth of skin, tangled up around the order
The miles worth of carnage, slain deep within the border.
It’s the crushed up, limbless bodies, too battered to make out
Placed in wooden boxes, lowered to the ground.
It’s the prisons of disgust, the dank and pompous odors
The fat and ugly guards, oppressing all emotions.
It’s the rancid infiltration, futile and unjust
The fallacious appetite, the powerful old fucks.
It’s the pulverized cities, disintegrating time
Another child born, another child dies.
It’s the multitude of neighbors, in grief over loved ones
In this land, the damage can never be undone.

Red skies fill with airplanes and bombs
A realm of pure feeling, overwhelming emotion.
A devastated nation, dehumanized and forgotten
Wrapped up in the most desperate of times.
Kids lie orphaned, traumatized, alone
Pierced deeply by an unbearable might.
Screaming, they suffocate, drowning, they die
Sensations only a mother can heal.
Civilization hampered, humanity forgotten
Armed aggression forced much like rape.
Demonic corruption from half a world away is
Inflicting unspeakable wickedness on innocent people.
Peace be with the ones who were left behind from this world.
More outrage is required by the masses.

I wrote this poem the day I began painting my antiwar art series

My Poetry Site (Deviantart Page)

My visual and literary works are
for informative purposes only
and are not for sale.

the world needs a change
(excerpt) by john allen stephens

as bombs are raining, all freedoms fading
only memories remain
for mother barely breathing, now she cries bleeding
on with who lays the blame?
the blood's on our hands
now what are your plans as you realize yours are stained?
the world needs a change

john allen stephens - [link] -