king face

you sat down on an unwanted discarded milk crate

you drew the faces

pale, happy, sad and hungry faces

they came from far away to see the spectacle

deep inside

my heart kept on beating

wanting, yearning for just a piece of your soul

but i can only imitate and disgracefully mock your soul

you are a rock

overabundance of love and imagery has hurt you

and at times it has trampled all over your bones

they have called you worthless and crazy

but today i will call you KING

did you know that the sound of your milk crate

scraping against the pavement

reminded me of the song "Money" by Pink Floyd?

poem by Jose Delhart

inspired by Felix Morelo's art

please watch this video in relation to the poem

1420 FACES around Union Square by Felix Morelo (720x405) from ponownie on Vimeo.

wings

all the money in the world couldn't buy me these wings

these wings they sing songs of joy

and at times shatter my fears and bring some heavy black tears

tonight, i will fly away to that place you talked about:

do you remember?

before you died in that dreadful car accident

you had life

you laughed, you sang, you cried and at times you even held my hand

they told us to forget about the past

they told us we couldn't have wings to fly

they lied to us over and over again

and then as we walked by them i whispered in your ear

"all the money in the world couldn't buy me these wings"

poem titled "wings" by jose delhart

inspired by Dubby's picture

eggs and an orange worm for dinner

she made me eggs and an orange worm for dinner

i began to eat so quickly that i almost forgot to taste it

but about 3 seconds after i began stuffing my face

i realized i was eating eggs and an orange worm for dinner

then i suddenly stopped

and savored every bit of this plate

and was grateful for the food on my table and her bright smile

it took away my hunger

and it took away the extra 40 lbs the doctor said were just too much

at last! i have witnessed my very own last supper

jose delhart 2010

a long time ago

a long time ago

i met a bearded minstrel

he sang songs

he drew pictures

on my forehead

a long time ago

i crept into his home

a singer of songs

wooden floors creaking

and bending

a long time ago

i heard his songs

and my heart sang songs

a long time ago

a long time ago

a long time ago

i also sang songs

and walked

on creaky

wooden floors

a long time ago

a long time ago

6/13/2010 jose delhart

For beautifully crafted songs by a beautiful heart go here:

A SINGER OF SONGS

A. Bogs and the Orange Tent

I had a dream the other night where my good friend A. Bogs and I were in a tent. He then walked over to me, and showed me a newsprint sketchbook where he had several pages with the same drawing: the skeleton of an orange tent. He then told me he was going to be drawing some activity that was to take place in these orange tents. I made a quick drawing of the dream on my sketch book as I took a break from ambulance driving.

He Came To See Us Pray

Another ambulance drawing keeps a smile on my face. ;)

JD

Your Image

Here is a drawing I made on my notebook inspired by a patient I had yesterday. The cheap dollar store markers and Bic ball point pens are working out very well. Hope you enjoy it.

JD