Jaime!
Pedro Birkett - 19/05/2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Collage Art : Thoughts of Old Me
Thoughts of Old Me
Pedro Birkett - 26/04/11
My First Collage Artwork!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Music Metaphor
Music Metaphor
The doubt about your thoughts
Is what sustains or maybe frightens me
I wish I had the power of knowing
Or the sweet sound of an note that keeps echoing
Then flows on a markable chorus...
Meanwhile time comes to split us
Just for a glance...
As a solo on a pianoless counterpoint
The quartet's dance..
Until we meet again
Rhythm accent...
To guide life
Like glissing violins
Sometimes calm and slow
Or fast and wide...
Then have our bodies aside
Sharing that same starry sky
Pleasant song...
Accomplice story...
That it's up us to write.
The doubt about your thoughts
Is what sustains or maybe frightens me
I wish I had the power of knowing
Or the sweet sound of an note that keeps echoing
Then flows on a markable chorus...
Meanwhile time comes to split us
Just for a glance...
As a solo on a pianoless counterpoint
The quartet's dance..
Until we meet again
Rhythm accent...
To guide life
Like glissing violins
Sometimes calm and slow
Or fast and wide...
Then have our bodies aside
Sharing that same starry sky
Pleasant song...
Accomplice story...
That it's up us to write.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Self-titled
Self-titled
My life...
Split on sides
Sides that I can't handle
Choices , trails
Alter egos of my own
Sometimes
The visionary...
The worker...
The activist...
The world changer...
The bohemian...
The romantic...
Sides that summarize
And gets compiled
In soul and mind
Our lives...
Expressed on simple ruled paper sheets
Like the casuals drafts and rhapsodies...
Plea
Plea
Same
That's all we are...
Movements and wars blindly caused
The one who dwell
In a place like hell
As the one who travels world away
On a five star resort stay
No difference
Such ignorance
The color, race and praise
Are equal
Your self space
Let it go this material thing
Like the wise once said
"There'll be no drawers in your coffin"
No false judgment or even blame
Just remember...
We are the same!
Same
That's all we are...
Movements and wars blindly caused
The one who dwell
In a place like hell
As the one who travels world away
On a five star resort stay
No difference
Such ignorance
The color, race and praise
Are equal
Your self space
Let it go this material thing
Like the wise once said
"There'll be no drawers in your coffin"
No false judgment or even blame
Just remember...
We are the same!
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