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In this example of my work, i attempted to showcase the possible textures one can achieve with the acrylic medium...

ice ages past

dark fire

the crimson flow
sticky and damp
hot and steaming
the oil of these monotonous machines
asleep, even as they unceasingly
fight to breathe
against
the ebbing tide i give you all "peace"
wonder wide-eyed, wander no more
join me in the earth
lit by the cold fire that feeds
my centuries

byways

the answer in cold pavement
frozen rivers sculpted from
callous indifference; a purpose
to make way for fire-breathing beasts
of burden
the half-lit landscape spinning
through a void
only a few of us truly feel
truly see
alive only when we give chase
those who pass beyond the veil
are free to return laden with truth
unrecognized
the rest to simply ignore
sleep is NOTHING like death
no closer to freezing than flame
for within the deepest shadow
pulses the unholy rhythm
within and without
keeping time with the
distant hidden sun

room with a view

the black tower rises
once more mirror
walls and
obsidian doors
spike of hell
stabbing skyward
there can be no
relenting
climbing piercing
from atop the pinnacle
of night the
sky bleeds only darkness

waking thoughts

the peaceful sleep in the
cocooning lie of complacency
drifting oblivious
to feeling
-
restlessness
were i dead i
would rise
the pressure has
built to overwhelming
i have suffered and will
suffer still more
but my pain will free me
peace is a lie

hinterlands

the pack-less wolf rages in the black
sinew pushing and pulling against
the icy world against the paralyzing
deep places
wind moves it not but shows the way
step by rigorous step the treadmill
broken, the pattern woven then rent
glassy sky above with painted firelights
the stage for devolution, devouring