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With Hands Do Rhyme

Come once in a thought,
twice in an expression.
It makes a tune in the heart, reverberating bone and marrow into a shake of syllogistic rhythm
...flowing
The heart blood speaks to the hand to produce milk- that viscosity which oozes sensually knowingly from the nipple of a tube
...squeeze
Spilling onto the face of the palette, thumb in mouth, palm on cheek firmly setting in place.

Look, with the mind focusing the eyes into the vast wonder of her empty canvas...peering
With the tongue of her brush she laps a bit of purple, a bit of blue; and feeds the void to fill a crack she hears "Let there Be..."....creating
Idealizing
Realizing
Mesmerizing
....symbolizing

Her hands and eyes are rhyming.

Painting poetic

- D-M Carpe 2014/2016 (c)

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SOLILOQUY

"I look up at Heaven in to 'morrow, bo'n of a time past...leading

Toward a future not known to US but Father, You ..know.
Time and Space having no face...formless and dark...complexion; made a reflection...as in a mirror.
Showing the End from the Big-Inning....Your basis loaded
What shall reign- fire, brimestone, ..orr Water, your Grace?

Then come Lord pouring; for I am your Fountain

I AM Your SOLILOQUY!"

- -D-M CARPE© 2grand16

(Prolegomemnon of supplication)

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Psalmer's Ayuda

The Revelation of Time
begets solemn screams of disparity,
but I am come.
To pull you up...Proverb!!
To lift you by the thread of your will...my will, believe
Faith is not of Sight...Might

I see you,

Even through the veil, with my Power
I repelled...ghosts!

!No me duele Nada!

This poem inspired by a magnificent painting, THE MACROCOSMIC TUG, by Juliette Pelletier, New York artist.

The Negro Savant vs. Machiavelli

The world tryin' to beat me down
But I am the Seventh Son,
Born...use hands to change ordinate
To Revolution.
Through the veil I see with clearly,
I have Sight...Might
The two conscious syst-m of the self
Propelled forward with Identity,
But means nothing.
Let the Father show me Mentorship...
Ship in His culture, my other world.

Confession to the Museful

Dreams come from a place both familiar
and unfamiliar.
But, yet, the imagery that pervades
register, at times,
as a phenomenon
that is indescribable.
Only and inspirational, awe-stricken
state of observation
seems an appropriate statement.
Just as a foot resembling Greek antiquity
serves to complete a masterful composition,
so does the vision
of a woman drying her hair
as seen through the dimension of a bamboo veil.
It was you...DUeNdE

What great and glorious visions
await us in the dawn of a new day?!
In times such as these,
there is no doubt there is a God.
A one true God that gives gifts freely
to those who expect the unexpected.

Prodigy

In the beginning
Dwelled mother and father,
Stripped of their worldly possession
By the Brazen Serpent.
You know the one so symbolically depicted
Upon Michelangelo's ceiling.
As a result, I am cast into a world
Without a doubt, without a vision
I accept my role like a thing possessed.
My question
Am I to be a prodigy of a past oppression
Or shall I become something more?
But, a prodigy of what? Of hate; of confusion?
Questions asked, yet unanswered
It is hell being in this state of...being.
Searching...searching for light to shadow my Darkness
Praying... praying for humility to outweigh my Starkness
I heard in a dream, "Everything will be alright. Now, get up."
What...am I dreaming or did I hear my Father Speak?
How can this be for I am too weak...too meek
But e becomes my strength, my stand
And in me, he gives my ability of the hands
To do things as he does, so I begin
Becoming a product of him
As he once was
Maybe, there just may be a prodigy in me...yet.

- SayN Syllo© [D.P.]-copyright 2003- all rights reserved

The Prophet of Pharaoh’s Heart

Against an ominous but seductive background of red-orange-pink, a Rorshach-like figure of black paint stretches across the canvas. A kinetic image of forboding and regret "Hardened," says artist [painter] Dune Patten, "is a painting which depicts disobedience
of the heart...what the source of resistence to God can look like." Patten's inspiration isdrawn from the Biblical story of Moses; the plight to free the Israelites from the impish designs of the Pharoah. He says, "Biblically speaking, this painting represents the folly that hardened
Pharoah's heart against the obviousness and inevitability of Truth. You can see or read what you want in it, but it has its own truth." Patten's painting is clearly influenced by Abstract Expressionism, but Patten prefers to adhere to his own intimate style 'URBAN EXPRESSIONISM-copyright 2002...a unique style heavily inspired by Patten's Biblically Christian [more personal than fundamental] beliefs. Patten states,
"The personal nature of this unique style is that it gives amplification to the softened voice fallen on the deaf ears of society. In other words, the meaning in form can have just as much, if not more, meaning than the form itself. Whether in play or not, art should be about conviction...and passion...there should be blood in every brushstroke...like this!"

-- Prolegomenon of my painting, Hardened, by Tomas Sustaita- Poet and freelance writer.

Ahhhh!!

AND THE OCEAN WAS FORMED BY A DROP OF WATER, FROM THE GLASS, OUT OF THE HAND;
OF THE LORD THAT TOOK A SWIG, TASTED, AND SAID........

"IT WAS GOOD....................

IT WAS GOOD."

ANASTOMOSIS

Contemplation, the masses for 'an' instant before thoughts digress

FLOW

Into each other one 'as' rivers ebb through Two-conscious syst'm's
Going back 'to' the play of resolution

REVOLVE

Cause the grain are 'mos' definitely
Ripe for Harvest 'is' sure to be good....

SEE

- SayN Syllo© [D.P.]-copyright 2005- all rights reserved

Meeting Burroughs

The other night while I was sleeping, I dreamed of cool waves and sunny days and painted surfaces. All that was interrupted when I was visited by a stranger. He was a cheeky fellow; short stocky brown suit with complexion to match and whiskers like an old ring-master. I asked, 'What do you want kind sir?" and he replied, "Just a little bread. Have you got any bread to spare?" and I said, 'Dude, I'm in bed. My family is in bed. how could you expect me to get you some bread at this hour?" and he said, "Please kind sir, I am hungry." So, I sighed but got up to get him some bread. After trying to give him the bread, do you know his little short stocky a*# took off with the quickness all through my house??!! How rude is that??!!! So I chased the little cock-slacker all around the house

.....how does he fit under my bed...under my dresser...under my skin??!!!!

Dang, and the little stock fellow is quick too.

Kept slipping out of my grasp! I'm going to need Interpol to help me out on this one!!! But I figured that my futile efforts to 'see eye to eye' with this guy is that I was acting like I was looking down on him; condescending. And I thought, "If I had a little powder I could probably 'identify' with my growingly irritating little friend. Once I got a little powder to identify with my friend. As I let the powder flow out onto the table, we began to identify and see eye to eye with each other as we sniffed in dust; ashes to ashes we must . Are you a fish??....Rutilus rutilus.....As he swooned, he said, 'Nooo, not exactly' and then fell on his back laughing; or I hought he was laughing. Then, I started laughing; and I thought, "Now, I have a chance to make my move.

Once I got my hands on him...."AHAAAA!!!"....

I lovingly wrapped him in a white blanket telling him he needs sleep and that he could sleep in the room that is through that door....

OPEN

CHUNK

SLAM!!!

....."Sleep on the curb you cock-slacker! Come back when you have better manners!' Was my parting words.

Who was my visitor, now, you ask ??? well, I do not know; but I lovingly name him, 'Burroughs.'

I suspect I'll see him again. And when I do, it'll be a party!!!

Here's lookin' at you, Burroughs........

SUPPLICATION

To quote: "God gave us His Word to follow him; Man gave us Religion to
follow them."- The Negro Savant

God made the artist for the continuation/ physical manifestation of
Christ's supplication in the Earth...YEP

Born, we use hands to change ordinance to Revolution
Through the veil we are to see...with clearly
To have Sight...Might
Of the hand was the plan that began when 'The Man' made Man,
In His image was to be right;
Unfortunate respite was History's 'not quite'

- SayN Syllo [D.P.]- copyright-2grand6- all rights reserved

ANOTHER SayN MOMENT

THE BIRTH

"AND THE EARTH WAS FORMLESS VOID THE WOMB WAS DARK WHERE I AM TO BE

THE SPIRIT BLEW BREATH INTO IT AND SAID.........IT IS GOOD!..........IT
IS GOOD!!"

THE WHOLE ARTISTRY LINE BOW IN THE FRONT LIKE THIS WITH THE BIG THREES
ALL BEATEN INTO THESE FEET....REPOUSSE, LIKE THIS!"

"DIRTY MONEY GOT WASHED BEFORE THE ENRON FIRE'D"

"SEE FASTOW HE RUN...KEN GOT DELAY'D ON THE PREMISE- HIS."

- SayN Syllo [D.P.]- copyright 2005- all rights reserved

WINDS OF NEWBIE ONE

Soul Sounds:

SOUNDS RESONATE IN TRUTH BE KNOWN
TO THE WORLD OF PEACE AND HARMONY;
FOR THE MASSES FLOW FROM YOUR THOUGHTS,
INTO THE AIR....GOING OUT THERE....DON'T KNOW WHERE....

REACH...TOUCH....

AFFECT ANOTHER BODY, SOUL, SPIRIT

TO MAKE THE SAME NOISE....SPEAK.

....BLESSINGS

DUeNdE

- SayN Syllo [D.P.]- copyright 2005- all rights reserved

BEATS and NIKS

Li'l Poet Beats:

With BRAINS and HANDS I'm in it to win this...
Stickin' to the plan,
I stand in tha bid-ness

With a Twist
Never Remiss...

When I'm out 'n my
zoone, I seek to Replen-ish

When I Break through, I hope to glorify

Satisfy....

But I guess you will see, once I'm fin-ishED !!

LIKE THIS!!

- SayN Syllo [ D. P.]- copyright 2005- all rights reserved

BOOK OF SAYN (SayN Writings)- An Anthology

Sayn Quotes & Proverbs:

- “Jean-Michel’s words were brushstrokes. My words are Heartbeats!"©TM

- “I am the Amaranth!”©TM

- “Anacaluthon skips a beat to the 2^nd.”©TM

- “The beats on the backs of man screamed read wine [whine] for the sickles [celled] and mattocks made tools for concrete development with feat.”©TM

- “Time is ode [owed] to Christian Heroes.”©

- ‘Them as presidents with the milk money paychecks.”©TM

- “Use the milk money to offset gas- ‘n’ oil - prices.”©TM

- “The rise of man is predicted [prehistoric] by areas of the brain directing hands and speech.”©TM

- “Afghan pups running through the night chasing the [political] rabbit heirs of chance with spare.”©TM

- “White man, Black man; not A[f]ghan, man!”©TM

- “SayN Syllo oppose[s] the booboisie.”©TM

- “To be famous more than a minute…like that!”©TM

- “Satirize the Rich while Saturizing the Por’ letariat."©TM

- “FROM QUINCE IT CAME.”©TM

- “GOT IN ON MY BACK LIKE LIKE A MONKEY SUPERHERO CAPE.”©TM

- “ASHES TO KOHL.”©

- “SKARA BRAE FENG SHUI.”©TM

- “CHICKEN LINTELS…THE BEAM IS FALLING.”©

- “THE JUSTICE SYST-M FILLED BY ‘JUST-US’”©

- “I AM THE LEARNED YOUR GOOD….FOLLOW THESE.”©TM

- JOB HAD MILK FROM A THOUSAND COWS, PRODUC[E]T”©TM

- “IMPORTED FEET MADE AME[R]ICA HISTORY WITH FEAT.”©TM

- “CAUSE AN[D] EFFECT, FOR REAL.”©

- “THE PLACEBO AFFECT.”©

- “DIE-A-GRAM OF ‘THE SEVENTH SON’
EGYPTIAN
INDIAN
GREEK
ROMAN
TEUTON
MONGOLIAN
7. THE NEGRO”©TM

- “NOT EVEN AN ISRAELITE DOES NOT KNOW THE NEGRO PLIGHT.”©TM

- “SAYN USE OF THE APOTHECARY MAN.©”
- “DE-FILE-MENT OF SINGLE FILE PROFILES.©”
- “DE-FILE-MENT TO ORGANIZE SINGLE FILE PROFILE.©"
- “CENTURY SHACKLES HAND AND FOOT, WAITING.©”
- “THE OASIS SIMPLY IS FAITH IN THE DESERT OF DOLLARS AND SMARTNESS” ©
- “ABUNDANCE OF WATER FOOLS THIRSTY” ©- “WASHABLE INCOME.” ©
- “TODO EMPLOYED MUST LAVARSE TODO BIEN ANTES COMING AL TRABAJANDO SAID JEFE.” © -
- “ALL THINGS CONSIDERED WORTH ACCOMPLISHING ARE MADE THROUGH EFFORT…POSSIBLE”©
- “STONE BREAKS LIKE WOOD IN A FEW PLACES” ©
- "PEMEDITATED DUST SAW IN THE EYES, STILL BLIND, 2,000 YEARS AFTER 1 ACCUSED."-TM ©

- "Old Testament transfiguration to New Testament validation; the Old Testament...Old Skool"©
- “WAG WAR AGAINST THE PHILISTINES” © - Gave them 40 of the finest linens....Also, a Jawbone."
“Color, like the expressions of the face, change with every emotion. Color is not a theory; it is an exaggeration!”©
- "And if colors are as our expressions, changing with every emotion, then the canvas of our minds become as a battlefield- a plane for destruction and chaos. We must do away with chaos and find peace within. Color is only what is perceived by what reflects back to the eye-that conspirator with the mind. So, the eye makes us create work that is a reflection of ourselves, of what we know. However, how much better is it to create a work that is not a reflection of ourselves; but of God?"©TM
- “The Muse is no cunning woman of Euro-centric; she is a tantrum child that kicks the kneecaps- and flee, if you do not use her properly.©”- I never MET…Monet that I didn’t like!”©

- The Minds of Man created religion; Art is a facet of life in which to dispell religion through the passions of the Spirit and the desires of our hearts. One cannot phathom the wind but Man embrace it's physical action [blowing to and fro] as if they were puppets on a string; as if being directed- and forcibly so- to 'disrobe' or to 'cover up.' We do not see it, but we feel it; thus we know it is there. On the other hand, we can 'see' the forces of our magnificent 'designer' in our midst everyday. And this designer is not a malicious force; but a propitious force that allows us as artists to truly be free."©TM

-'WHITE MAKES CENT$"©
- “The Houston ‘Press’-printer lost ink, so it ‘stereo-‘typed’ ad(D)-lib(p)s like a mug… SAMO, SAMO!”c
- “HAS WITH IT BUT I AM EST FLY, RIDE.”©- “MAGIC MONKEY FASTED FOR WATER TRUMPED BY A MIRACLE.”©
- "'DO NOT BE LED- A STRAY'- SayN Syllo [D.P.]© " ©
- "DO NOT BE CAUGHT ASHEEP; STAY AWAKE!"©
- 'THE [HIS]TORY OF PATTEN"©
- "BRUSTROKE AS A JAZZ NOTE"©

- “WHISPER MUSIC IN A BIRD GARDEN

- "THEY WANNA BELIEVE THE BRICK-HOUSE WAS LAID BY THE CORNERSTONE; BUT THAT'S THE SECOND STORY, BUILT TOP THE FIRST!" ©

"FEW WERE THERE 'CAUSE 'THE REST' WAS STILL IN BED FAST ASLEEP DUE TO THE EARLY MO'NIN' STEALTH MEET INTERROGATION OFF JESUS!"©

"OVER THE RIVER AND THROUGH THE WEED FBI CAME©

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NEW SayNs.......(2013-2016)

"Salve is good...it opens the eyes"- SayN Syllo [D.P.]©

"OCCUPY YALL STREET!!"- SayN Syllo [D.P.]©

"It does not matter who starts the fire, it consumes all"
- D-M CARPE©

"Right!. Though, we should recognize Lewis Latimer every minutes of the day when we turn on our lights....Oh, there you is; so why isn't you?!"- SayN Syllo [D.P.]©

"Seed dies that new thing manifests; at harvest"- SayN Syllo [S.P.]©

"Detail of the brain as it develops sex identity is there!"- SayN Syllo[D.P.]©

"I see, therefore I say nothing; so, I resonate in paint!"- SayN Syllo [DP]©

"US tired of the Status Quo; in the MIDST of Obama realize the polutical snafu tho it's liken to hearing a "pop" outside to reason away say it was a blown-tire tho you kno' it was gun-fire. The only screen that has been pulled back in a looooong time was in the Wizzdom of Oz; tho people closed their blind(er)s!"- SayN Syllob[D.P.]©

"DUNE-MICHELI ART COMES TO WIN SOULS, APART FROM THE SPIRIT; BY THE sWORD EDGES BEING DULLED BY AESTHETIC IGNORANCE!"- SayN Syllo [D.P.]©

"WHAT!!! AS A STATEMENT TO QUESTION"- SayN.Syllo [D.P.]©

"'WE ARE NOT A-Sl[H]EEP- BUT AWAKE UP!!!' - by-Stander"- SayN Syllo [D.P.]©

"MEZZO STAGIONE...STANDS GOOD IN THE GAP., WITH FEET..TESTIFY!" -SayN Syllo,© [D.P.]

"I, A-MUSE, MYSELF!"- SayN Syllo [D.P.]©

"PLE-ase-B-I-a-N AFFECT"- SayN Syllo [D.P.]©

"Line and Color that set Piet's mind in Concrete!"- SayN Syllo [D.P.]©

"WITH HIS FINGER ON THE TRIGGER; WOULD BE MORE POETIC, WITH A LICENSE!"-.SayN Syllo [D.P]©

"HORTON HEARS A WHO-WHO-WHO!!!.. <WHAT?.. WHEN?... WHERE?.../ HOW'S THAT?!"- SayN Syllo [D.P.]©

" I WAS THE DUST, IN AWE, CHIPPED AWAY FROM THE STONE, WOBDERING IF I CIULD BE MULKED INTO PAINT!"- SatN Syllo ©<[D.P]

No copying of this text, or any part therein, without the expressed consent of the author, Dune Patten.

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