ALL LIFE MATTERS - My latest acrylic painting on wooden board, inspired by the current state of events unfolding in the states.

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ALL LIFE MATTERS - My latest acrylic painting on wooden board, inspired by the current state of events unfolding in the states.
There's a place I long to be where my heart's free of misery, I don't have to sleep alone, my soul finds salvation, my curves meet adoration.
There's a place I long to be where I can get rid of all this insanity, and I could be myself again, I pray to return and stay forever lost into your arms.
There's a place I long to be for a thousands reasons more, a place where all regrets or fears vanish, and the dawn of day brings only love and serendipity.
I know the way that leads me there; all I'll need is one way ticket to ride the tidal wave that rises ahead of me, washing up all that I've known before you, flattening wishes, beds, words, eyes and threats.
“Jazz Night Ou”t - Acrylic on canvas -
If someone had told me ten years ago that I would be able to paint, I would have had a good laugh on their account.
What started as art therapy for pain management turned into a passion. Ever since I discovered I can actually paint, I never stopped.
The Demon Within
There`s a voice in my head causing me to sin, but don't blame me, blame the demon within.
There won’t be tomorrow, there won’t be any sorrow; one more down, just one left, then I’m gonna have to run.
They’ve ruined my life, stole everything I’ve got; now my soul will perish, because of their plot.
They’ve caused so much hate, to them, it’s all great; nothing left to debate, not even a grain of faith!
I’m locked between these walls, where no one can hear my calls. I’m waiting now in this cell, waiting for eternal Hell.
To them, I’m just a meal. There is no use to scream and squeal; an empty shell to abuse.Follow the blood in the air, and come to the lair where they’ve dragged me in.
They are eating now, me as their feast. They want me to become a blood-thirsty beast!I fight and I kill cause soon I’m going to die, believe me, I will.
Now… I’m one of them. Now… they are in me. Look and you will see! Now, I am the first sin.
I am the demon within.
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Lavi Picu is the author of three soulful poetry collections: Whiteless Thoughts, Burden of love and Tales of a moody heart. She is a Canadian writer, majored in Linguistics, with a background in translations and writing. She’s also a ghost writer, a blogger with a focus on arts and health, a Lyme disease advocate, a mother and a self-taught artist.
Thank you for an incredible 2019! Cheers to a great 2020!
How you keep up with a kite runner when everybody takes a scunner against the man you try to help, no one want to hear his yelp! No strength or muscles to match his saults, only pointing fingers and evictions notes, no flying skills or cushion for rough landings, just hard liquor and misunderstandings! No stamina to run this obstacles course, your will to help can't match the costs, an endless sea of pain and remorse, from the east to the west coasts. His love for heights, the fluffiness of the clouds, the peaceful look upon his face while struggling to win this mad mad race, conceal the depths of his abyss. Against the odds he found himself from birth till twelve and later on, the gods never favoured him; a human's life, flesh and bones left to decay. The blueish scars around his wrists, the darkened eyes and swollen fists tell more about his older days than he could ever say. Each line cut into his flesh, a failed attempt to tear the mesh that wired him to a dreadful place, got him more deeper into the maze. A lost warrior with no appetite for blood, a sack of bones wearing dirty rags and army boots, all covered in mud; his only possession: two silver tags. Day after day he flies up high, he lives his life up into the sky, hands on the thread, eyes on the kite, unable to tell wrong from right, day from night. On the corner of Peel and Notre-Dame he resides with his bud and a cup; some throw him a coin and call him a bum, others ignore him and only see the pup. He doesn't mind cause up high on his cloud he sees the world differently, no doubt; less sound, shades or judgemental parades, hate, greed, shame, everything fades.
The Kite Runner, by Lavi.Picu
TEASER FROM MY UPCOMING BOOK
Teaser from my upcoming book, a new poetry collection.
TEASER
Here’s an excerpt from a poem which will be included in my upcoming book.
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A new teaser from my upcoming book! Show some ♥️♥️♥️ if you can relate!