Angelo Gonzalez

wtu (what's the use)

Go ahead Admit it The failures, shortcomings, and guilt All of it All that you hold close tight inside your stomach Afraid to let go and allow yourself to expand Outside this container for the mind Is there something more? Hope and a dream to wake up from in the

And one more thing

Artwork, Julie Mehretu, "Empirical Construction, Istanbul." 2003.

El Poema de Cumpleaños (Una Gran Memoria)

Lolo at The MoMA New York, NY ~ Circa 2021

El Sol y Miel y La Flor del Mar

Her garden is like the Amazon Her eyes darken as you look into them A crazy kitten smile, she moves in the room Across sits the camera open to a world Hidden in images and illusions, smoke and mirrors Oceans apart, he sits restless Wandering against the waves Waiting for

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Life, she is Love. | Amorosa

Waterfall Mansion + Gallery | New York, NY, Winter 2021.

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A Tribal Symphony

Listen to "Walking in Ueno" by LoFi Waiter twice over ~~ it will go well with the poetry Photograph Credit: @ Waterfall Mansion & Gallery, New York, NY, Winter 2021.

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Embarrass Me

Embarrass me with your laugh Show your teeth and strings hanging from your summer dress Let the holes from your silk stockings bare your skin The wind beckons to feel you Do not be afraid to look me in the eyes Stare for as long as you would like into

La Isla, España

The Art Changes The Experience Stays The Same

Quo Vadis

Photograph Credit: Angelo Gonzalez February 2021 (2nd Snow), Central Park at Sunset

Thursday Afternoon in TriBeCa

A short story of a day in the life of just another New Yorker.

naked in A confusion room

Photograph of my best friend Steven and his girlfriend Julie. Circa Christmas 2020, NYC, Museum of Modern Art. Courtesy of Fujifilm X-T2

sun day (gone)

It's sun day now. What is an experience but words and glares that we pay for? Therefore, I have lost all hope of a happy ending ~ Despite spending despair of staring at the end of a clear window ~ Traveling through with all my kin folk, out of time

Dreams

To hell with dreams Because this is true Oh my goodness Uttered from the man who had dreamt his whole life away To be found in a moment Where reality touches the cobblestone bricks of rooms built long ago, A struggle for the subconscious to slip away into the dark

Sight

Through the bean, you start to see the unseen Dreams of reality as the intuition arises with the caffeine Sits on and on a bench, a man who writes a song, fists clenched A melody that has yet to be heard, something wrong, mind bent In front of the man

What to Do

When you lived long enough to see yourself become a villain? Hide inside your mind for awhile until a half a million More people see you for who you are And the steeple from the churches and the cars That run by and scream out names of the unheard A

Fucking China

Where do I begin? A business closed Reimagined love appears In another one's clothes I write out loud the thoughts I am the victim of my own crime Cheating causing lies For two months I held inside Pain and knives Menace to my own mind Can't

Painting Time

Photo: Big Sur, Random Trail with a good friend, Circa March 27th, 2020

Tuesday Wine Tales: A Continuum of Sorts

Napa,Fall Harvest 2017 Contrary to belief, this post was fueled by espresso, pumpkin scone and a dosage of reality. A long time ago, I wrote these words scribbled down below. I hope to continue what I was feeling at this time, nevertheless, I'm up in the middle

An Opening

Now open your eyes How do I look? Tell me what do you see Where do you go to, my lovely From river streams of thoughts that pour over Into the singular instance of observed behaviors Dancing Without rhyme Within rhythm And everything is spinning Where do we go to

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For The Unpaid

What good is it if the man gets paid a wage But his intern remains an unpaid slave? Strangers in a not so distant land For generations we've been coming But haven't seen a change in our incoming In and out of higher debt, that'

Beijing, China

Thursday, March 21st. This morning I woke up with a wide horizon overlooking the sublime orange rays of a Chinese sun bowing out across the city. Natalia Lafourcade's "Alma Mia" playing in my ears as a certain someone came to mind. I am happy that my

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In My Place

Thursday, July 18th, 2019 Life is a myriad of tastes and seeing. Neither of which can be explained in a singular viewing. The plural nature of our senses beckons for each moment's story to be told. Thus, the mind wanders – losing sense of what is meant to be

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A Customer Response (To A Barista Inquiry)

A steady beat of staccato drums hits As hard as the stares from strangers splits Burying looks into my soul, without uttering a word While I fantasize, meditating on my pain behind my eyes absurd They call it a headache, but when I just need to Medicate, haven't

Tokyo ~ Downtown

Tuesday, March 19th I am near Tokyo Dome, where the Giants of Japan play. Currently drinking drip coffee that was made with the careful nature of a smiling, concentrated Japanese woman. Upon welcoming me into her cafe, the little warm atmosphere engulfed my senses. Oh & there was upbeat Jazz

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Oceans & Light

I am a weird extrovert Thinking introvertly inside my mind I can't fathom a reply To the message you sent me While I was busy thinking iffy Lately been changing the simulation To tweak my attention focus 90% of the feeling to the subconscious Options of how I