PHOTO DIARY: SIDEWALK PAINT



PHOTO DIARY: SIDEWALK PAINT



SOUL-TRAVELER: “Halo” Painting’s poetic dedication titled, “I am”.

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This picture was taken in 2006, the same year I wrote this piece titled, “I am”.

Soul Traveler is the second blog that I’m working on consisting of my written creative works. This is me behind the smiles and the pints of Guiness. Cheers!

I am a Womyn with words. I dance because it allows me the key to free my hidden inhibitions… they remind me that I’m perfectly imperfect… This reminds me to breath.

I am a Womyn with passions. I write songs of my soul that dance and paint color in the eyes of poetic masters that gesture, “I too am great.” They suggest by their legacy that a dreamer dreams and that dreams flourish.

I am a Womyn with Intellect. A devote student of life and lives. In my eyes I see humanity a beautiful monster like a little girl with Shirley Temple curls screaming at the very top of her lungs……… Wouldn’t you say this too?

I am pensive, lost in thoughts of observations. No box to confine my heart. Instead there is a box that exposes it….. That box being the earth with the dirt and the air and the trees and the birds in the sky that keep me nailed to my knees because I worship her beauty that reminds me of me.

I am an Artist, a master of canvases real and imagined. I draw surreal dreams; I write of erotic adventures that I play over and over and over again in the auditorium of my secret domain where my lust it thrive…because I am a sexual creature.

I am fun crazy deep true to me free. Alive. I am all of these things and more..

I am a Womyn. I stand for what I believe in. Equality. I am more than just a pretty face painted over with mauve shadow and Fuscia lips. Shit I am a Womyn that to me means that I am powerful…in many ways. I embrace love. I live my femininity. I am independent and free to define my true idenity. I am a Womyn. I have talents, ideas and a vision for a world that I can say I help create…everyday. I am a womyn. Sometimes loud, aggressive, Latin and Proud.. I am a Womyn who lives, who reads, who sees a world in progress. I am a Womyn who is me.

By Natalie Olivo AKA Zen Stiles

FAREWELL TO CUPIDS SPELL.

“Whatever happened to notes passed in class that made butterflies flutter, clutter and dive into the still waters of your hearts pond. Like fireworks on the fourth of July, mini orgasms exploding in your stomach! Your toes curling in the Punky Brewster sneakers your mom picked up for you at Payless. Your innocent hands shivering as your sweaty palms grip your chewed on number two pencil. You unfold the origami fortune-teller, revealing the kindergarten Shakespearian inspired words…”Do you like me? Circle YES, NO or Maybe” and with a quick swoop you’ve just accomplished making a boyfriend out of an admirer. Who cares if it was only for two days. Fuck it, It’s all about ” The  Moment”… That first day, he was your prince charming, your very own Yum Yum Zack Morris, your happily ever after. He shares his juice box. You share  your fruitsnacks. He holds your hand and if he gets lucky you share a peck on the cheek….. When no one is looking of course. Innocence was bliss.

MAN, what a treasure are the infancy revelations of love and the human condition. The such I imagine are cupids truest conquests.

 “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man (or, in my case a woman), I put away childish things.” 1 Corinthians 13:11

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 We are meant for each other and not meant for each other. It’s a contradiction. -Juan Antonio Only unfulfilled love can be Romantic.-Maria Elena…. and it was.

 R.I.P My Heart

February 11, 2007-February 14, 2011