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The Magician
Artwork Available: https://www.redbubble.com/people/arminhas/works/33499459-the-magician-c-a-r-minhas-2018?asc=u&p=photographic-print
By: A.R. Minhas
She places the tools on the table
Unsheathe the rose petals
It’s time to use them
Droplets of wine that spill from the cup
Your thought pierces me
The Divine spirit soaring like a drone
The mystical explosion will destroy you in the vicinity
A guide that taps her cigarette
Three times and howl is heard
A burn mark shaped like a pentagram
The hands that show the path
As it was above
So it will be
If you find love, kiss me hard
With the tongue involved
A spiritual virus
Recreate me
Eternally
Your red robes have been thrown in the forest
Be sure your nudity is seen by everyone
And the sigil is magnified
A
Voice
Calls
From
Below
The chaos
Is interested in you.
© A.R. Minhas 2018
Artwork Available: https://www.redbubble.com/people/arminhas/works/33499459-the-magician-c-a-r-minhas-2018?asc=u&p=photographic-print
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My Artwork And What It Means To Me (Updated)
Hey Guys,
I’m really happy to share my artwork with all of you. I usually make my paintings on my phone, which sometimes can be challenging as it takes a long time; however, I’m finding the process a lot more rewarding and creatively stimulating.
I don’t like to say what my art is about but if anything it’s about the connection between sex and spirituality. A bit like my poetry and prose. I like to think of it as ‘Sexual Mysticism’ (If that term even exists). As for the eyes, I don’t know why but I’m obsessed in making eyes.
I wanted to rant a little bit with this post because lately I feel, for some reason, sex has become a taboo subject; although, it’s the single most life affirming thing you can do in your life.
This has been frustrating for me lately because I’ve tried promoting my art on other social media platforms but they have rejected my request. It’s really annoying because I’m not posting porn, the nudity is meant to have a message. It’s not meant for instant gratification or objectification; it’s meant to make you think. and in that respect, I need your help.
If you like my art, if you understand my message and my true intentions; please, help me in promoting my art and supporting me. If you go onto the links below you can get T-shirts, hoodies, phone cases and stickers with my artwork on it. The links, further down, connect you to my Canvas Paintings. So you can have my paintings in your home, that is if you think there good enough. If you can’t buy, please spread the word to others. Anyway, thank you for all that your continued support and I love you all. Thanks.
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Nightingale Sings
If you had walked on the sand
Waves of eyes sing this
Song
It howls red
A screaming into Love
You tell me everything, and I gave you
My Simurgh
I’m a wanderer King
I consult with my non-existent God
Stub your cigarette on my eye
I have too many to spare
Your soul has some ash on it
Brush it off
There is some employment to be had
Yellow footsteps follow the smoke
I saw like the buzzard
The snake that serenades you
Fall down the whaling willow
The spider in the night
I creep towards you
The webs of our entanglement.
Attune to the nightingale
Still darkness
Beyond the universe
And it wants to recreate itself.
© A.R. Minhas 2018
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Love Bird
You flutter away from my hands
Our disentanglement is what follows
Your Ovum smells especially fertile today
An ancient jug in an opportunistic thrift store
The old wood varnish
And cosmic webs
It’s summer
The blue of a past life
And I’m waiting to be flooded with outrageous fortune
You wear my cum better than a tank top
And I’m searching for that perfect spot between your blatant thighs
To land perfectly
With orgasmic precision
An orange peel wasted
A combination of words that describe the feeling:
“I’m experiencing an Inconvenient Catalytic Exteriorization Phenomenon”
If I could rub your lips I can hear your pain
You tumble down the stairs
And I’ve lost faith in my unconsciousness
And that small, pink bird with green breast flies away
Always elusive to my charms.
© A.R. Minhas 2018
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Woman, Mirror & Eyes
Woman, your beauty is divine
I can only recreate it in my hands
Crooked
My thoughts
Come
From Floating orgasms
The pleasure principles
Your paleness speaks
Volumes
And I didn’t hear a thing
Your eyes stare at me
Or am I even here?
I finger them
And you’re enucleated
You see from below
There’s nothing above it
And if you can
You’re reading too much into it
And you smoke too much
Lungs turn corrosive blue
And if I turn to hold you close
Escape into the mirror
Dissipate in your reflection
You can’t hold onto what can never be…
© A.R. Minhas 2018
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Become a Simurgh
I feel distant again
It started when I desired to be desired
And no one has time to waste
I became a Simurgh
Soaring on top of a digital wasteland
You can keep your trypophobic flowers
I only smell the sweet pheromones of death
Did you hear the outrageous music?
It was bright red, like a Sun that gives everything but receives nothing
I became a Simurgh again
Because they never rest on the ground
They are here only to bring messages
They have no time for your stories
Eyes instead of feathers to observe
Not to live
There is no living here
Only beginnings and Ends
The middle is soft and silly
Become a Simurgh
And leap over the earthly spikes
And escape your desire to be loved
These are trivial things
Become a Simurgh
So becoming something doesn’t matter anymore.
© A.R. Minhas 2018
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No Love
So you hold me close
And I’ve thought about that afternoon
You hold me too tight
And I’m not able to give you love or offer love
I’m resigned to the fact that you despise me
For some reason
I trigger something in you that finds me so repulsive…
And I can only draw you now in naked form
Your breasts have eyes that I can’t escape from
I had learned to live alone
So it’s ok if you’d like to
I’ll swipe left before you even think about it
It’s rude to say anything
Mutually assured loneliness.
© A.R. Minhas 2018
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Blackholes
I’m sailing a ship in space,
Because I want to be left alone.
Everyone told me I will drown in the moon.
And I’m ok with that.
As long as I can have my smoke on that secret porch,
As long as I can feel the sweet comfort of a dark chocolate cake that was left over,
I sometimes imagine your blood is its icing.
I’m colonizing the stars,
Repopulating them with your memories.
At the bottom of the ocean
Pressure conforms—cracking skulls
The sound of opening a can of coke
“Come share with me,”
I’m spilling purple flowers everywhere
Can you imagine a gesture of love drifting alone in space?
So peaceful.
At the bottom of the ocean.
Living in Atlantis.
Imaginary like heaven,
All the pain disappears.
Like a memory of that light that was there once,
Like a memory of oxygen…
Everything fades to zero-calories of nothingness.
My lungs grow heavy with sulfates
Why don’t you just die here?
“This is a good spot,”
The black hole is right above my head.
© A.R. Minhas 2018
