skin loves fever

The Truth Doesn’t Speak A Sound – Artwork by Kyoko Cole

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

New painting i just finished…

The Truth Doesn’t Speak A Sound

Mixed Media Painting on Panel Board
2013

Kyoko Cole

it’s what you do

i’m a whore

i’m a bitch

i’m a taker

i’m a faker-

i’m a liar

i’m addicted

i’m a loser

i’m a user.

i’m a pig

i’m a waste
i’m a fool
i’m a tool.

i’m a monster
i’m a cunt
i’m a flake
i’m a big mistake.
i’m a leech
i’m a fUck
i’m a sinner
i’m a game
i’m a shame
i’m a slut
i’m a loner
i’m a pain
i’m a soul stripper
i’m a day tripper
i’m a spare tire
i’m a one night stand
i’m a nobody
that you really hate…
but LOVE to use.

-kyoko cole 2005

i write this from beyond

if my hands could
Touch
Your skin
Right now
And fly miles across
To you
It would
Drip
Down
like Honey
and Soft kisses
just to sweep
along
with
a sweet brush
From tips o’ fingers
And softly soothe unto you
A hush
a whisper
a song
Of sweet melody
And
We would fall in love
and into
One another
Beyond skin
Beyond bone
Our Beating hearts
Could only feel
we you and me
both
together again
to fall
To form
Onto
into and in between
the loveliness
of loving you
you love me
as we fly past
and cry past
And die
at last we are Together
as we melt
Sweet kisses
And soft skin
And begin
Again
Like lovers
Do
Like me and you
words and time
the scent And song could never touch
us Like we have touched
One another
and Each others heart
and soul
Like no one else
ever
Again

-kyoko cole 2013

i bruise me easily with grace

throw the next gesture
chant by night
for our new messy dream
brush above pencil figures
laugh at me and my monkey impression
pop! goes my pop up ballet
an original masterpiece
of glorious flame
colored in wild blue
covered me in
mad
drips of color covered glow

you can light or shadow
blend or blur
take or make the fold
it’s all up to you
you chooooose
me
or
ooze me
all over city street
and concrete static
use me
with each passing face
jumping beds and bones
lose me
somewhere
without a trace
between the sheets
of strangers
i
bruise me
easily
…with grace
refrain
recall
it means everything to me
and nothing at all

recline to form
use me down to nothing
as i build- to pieces
not built -to last
i rewind -in movement
double fast
you move right through me
with your mind
and print me out in copies
with your call

paint me open
and pour me in
nothing
shut out
nothing
but the absolute feel
made to steal
made for show
package me up
nice and pretty
finish me off
with a bow
i am flesh candy
frantic and absurd
almost never together
with you
fly me off to the next
dream
i go
amuse me less
but my monkey more

hydrogen carbon and rust

soup hydrogen soup carbon

truths scratched from the dirt

rusting trucks

die with years
in dry grass below

and with vultures above

in waiting

hungry like the old

hungry like the forgotten
waiting in line

for the dead

to come

waiting

like we wait

to die

-kyoko cole 2013

take your dirty hands off my mirror

sun shines

summer comes

again

it’s been 3 years

and i don’t feel a thing

like i should

like i could

take that thought

out of mind

and then we will all be fine

some day

they say

after this

we will be fine

again

when we return

the sun sets

and day is done

like the body

of everyone

like the sun

will someday die

but you and i

and the moon

are never alone

are forever alive

going home

we will know

when we get home

-Kyoko Cole 2013

Sepia-Tone Dusk in an Angels Garden On a Day Like Today

The soft moss swimming;
It is the dying spirit.
Desiring, I hide.

Pink shore, serene breeze.
The flat, upright sparkle shines.
Lost moon, velvet spirit.

Walk, swim. With blunt leaves
Wither, decline. With sharp flames
Write, fade: fluttering.
Purple, tender, falling,
Your eyes sits. A mermaid arises,
Declining, shining, I fall

deep within and go far away…

-kyoko cole 2013