The Road.... Trilogy

The Road One




The Road Two



The Road Three



The Road.... Trilogy
*silent*
The Road...
*yes*
I have a story to tell...
*yes*
The Road One
*happy*
The Road Two
*confuse*
The Road Three
*sad*

The Road I took to see her....

but she no longer around....

*mixed feeling*


GreyBoy

Days Like These Are Rare....

MOHAWK

Fool trying to possess the moon

This piece is done under lot's of alcohol abuse.... in a week...

It's one of my most experimental pieces..

I took lots of scrap items I could find from my backyard...

Unconventionally....

Days like these are rare...

i woke up....

in this dead morning....

mum shouting again....

breakfast!

with my boxer short...

only to be greet by dogs...

showering their love by licking...

my head so heavy...

I could hardly remember....

what happened yesterday...

I need something new....

something that I could remember....

from the debris of yesterdays...

and yesterday only...

so I step into the backyard....

and see what i could find...

a whole bunch of crap...

nothing much.... but an idea...

I starting sawing some plywood...

to build a dog's den...

my two animal with wagging tails...

just sat there...

like they always do...

"a new home"

I grinned back at them...

left with last piece of plywood...

so I took....

some left over gloss paint...

some tumeric powder....

some coffee powder...

some salt....

some thinner....

some left over red acrylics

some one left on the grass...

some part of me... that was missing for

some time ....

some unconventional sense

some part of yeasterday...

and I called it

"days like these are rare"

This loud voice came...

like thunder...

mum shouting...

Dinner!

so...

I let the piece dry under protection of the moon....

in which I that was trying to possess...

in this week....

that filled with alcohol abuse...

instead I got possessed...

Then i went to sit down...

for dinner...

mum's eye bloated like

the fish she cooked...

on the table...

She says this unconventionally to me

"Damn, what the fuck happened to your head"

i grinned back ....

and say this unconventionally to her...

"it's called mohawk, mama"

The next day...

Otto called for tea...

met me at the cafe...

I got something for you....

I gave this as a present to her...

still not fully dry...

this is not a beautiful piece...

in matter of fact, it's none of that...

she always wanted something beautiful...

from me...

This is not!

I am sorry...

I always failed to give her the beautiful...of me

This is not the ugliest side of me...

this is only me....

this is only the truth of me...

the truth piece!

GreyBoy

Today...

Today.....



today.....

the mirror....

wouldn't lie.....

no more.....

today....

it's official....

i am an addict....

for drugs....

today...

in front....

of the mirror....

i shaved....

put on my attire....

and go to work....

like a normal person....

which myself....

do not comprehend....

anymore....







GreyBoy

About a girl....

for a japanese friend of mine...

About a girl...

For a walk of remembrance...

A blown back of the past...

From the choices she made...

To the lady she became...

GreyBoy

Mama brought me some food and beers this morning...

*silent*

Happy Mother's Day....

*silent*

GreyBoy

Unfinished Piece1.... karma blessed

More than half of a person's lifetime,
trying so hard to be a person they do not wished to be.
Why?
Mis-conceptual or purely ignorant?
They are just merely waiting...... waiting and wanting,
Well, aint everyone is just waiting.
If you don't speak today..... will your words be heard?
Choices.....

Karma blessed !

Current Piece1... Hey (unfinished)

This one called "hey" for a reason...

*silent*

Tapping cigarette ....

She's still asleep...

Watching the time....

Water boiling...

Last scoop of coffee....

She still soundly asleep....

Sat on the chair...

Next to her....

Holding the cup....

Between my palms....

Keeping it warm....

She moves a little....

Rubbing the pillow...

Time again...

She moves her eyes....

Looking at mine...

and I say this to her...

"Time to go"

She didn't say anything....

"drink up"

"the airport waiting"

*silent*

The day I sent her to the airport and never see her again....

GreyBoy

My First Painting

My First Painting... The Redness Messiah

*silent* i started painting when a friend of mine past away....
*pot_ing* back in 2001, I took an almost broken door off the bathroom...
*chillin* on my motorbike, out to get a pack of ciggie. Staring the the hardware shop....
*staring* bought few cans of spray paint off the fully fill shelves...
*still staring* putty filler too...
*puff* repair that god damn door *puffing*
*harder* mum screaming.... she needs to pee...
*cough* two days... family without a place to pee...
*smiling* the door turns out shit *shitty*
*sad* cut into pieces and make a painting out of it...
*sadder* needs to get a new door...
*written1* wrote a poem for a dead friend....
*written2* wrote that piece on the portrait of the reddish lady...
*written3* a piece that spells.... The Redness Messiah
*inhaling hard* "the brave message"
*exhaling slowly* this hemp have turn leapy out of the grey boy...
*silent* me...
*silent*