My Poem ‘Ink’

There is something so beautiful;
there is something so breath-taking;
there is something so amazing;
there is something so special;
there is something so mesmerizing, fascinating,
hypnotic, gorgeous, and true, and a part of you;
there is something so wonderful, brilliant, and incredible,
and nothing more personal and exceptional,
than something, or the name of someone
who means something to you,
drawn and painted on your skin in the form of a tattoo.

I am always amazed when I see someone’s tattoo
and beautiful body-art and it makes me go wow!
The human body is a thing of indescribable beauty anyway-
from birth to death-
but someones beautiful and ingrained designs
that they choose to mark their skin and paint themselves with
to me are beautiful, great, and magical,
and someone’s tattoo, to me, is also an important part of them,
and a noticeable tease of who they are,
what they like, who and what makes their heart beat fast,
and ties them and writes even more so
into the constantly-evolving human story and living myth.

I have seen tattoos and body-art of many forms-
from the beautiful painting of a heart with a keyhole inside it
on someone’s chest, to the gorgeous and phenomenal sight
of butterflies on someone’s back that I cannot get enough of;
I have seen the names of someone’s beloved and soulmate
written up someone’s arm;
I have seen and read the most staggering and wonderful
indellible inscriptions of eternal love;
I have seen song-lyrics, artists,
sacred and meaningful symbols of hope on someone’s body
that look as if they have always been a part of someone;
I have been in-awe by the sight of Angels wings,
the face of a tiger, a spider, a web,
a unique design of someone’s own imagining
that I always look in wonder,
and I always want to ask why and how
they chose the design and where the thought behind it came from.

To me, tattoos and body-art are like poetry.
To me, tattoos and body-art and are a written chapter,
an answer, and a question, that you and anyone
can see, remember, ask, think.
To me, a tattoo and body-art is a symbol
and a celebration of someone being liberated,
connected to something greater,
as well as being free.
To me, art is inspiring and the best thing in the entire world,
and the most sincere, and the most amazing expression,
and there is no better, resonant, long-lasting, and important,
than art painted on your body,
and a beautiful tattoo drawn in ink.

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My Poem ‘Expression’

The universe spins, and then stops in-place-
like the tumbler of a lock,
the correct key and combination has been found
to be able to break the seal and the silence
and see what is behind the door that we call space.
Space has no end, the universe goes on unimpeded-
they are the eternal example of knowing the answer to something,
but not knowing the question that preceded.

Just as the Human face is capable of conveying
an endless array of expressions and emotions,
the face of the universe has its own limitless,
constantly evolving and changing, spectacle-
that is but one layer:
the translucent skin of its covering,
the surface level of its oceans.

Most of the time, to us, the universe wears its “poker-face”-
that is because we see most of it from so far away
that it almost looks as if it were occurring in still-life;
but the closer that you get the more detail that you see,
and the more it tells you about itself,
and the undiscovered facets and wonders that are rife.

The skin of the universe has a pigment to it
the colour of which we have yet to see or dream of.
At this point, we are only familiar with the colours of the spectrum;
but there exists more colour within the atom of a sun
than you could ever see in a rainbow in the sky above.

Appearance isn’t everything.
What you think you are seeing is rarely reality.
If you were an omnipotent god, who went by the name of “Hindsight”,
you would know that in the gaps between moments
there is so much more to see.

Expressions are an insight into something or someone’s character,
but they cannot tell you the whole story of the face alone-
we need to know more about what is happening underneath and inside
before the ultimate truth can be known.

Every face was once new and young
and unmarked by the weather of existence,
but over time every face changes-
so too has the universe’-
in fact, you could probably say that it is life’s universal profession:
and that, to me, is the example of the eternal expression.