The Magician

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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

Voice

Calls

From

Below

The chaos

Is interested in you.

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The Fool

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BY: A.R. Minhas

If you hold onto this

Drown in the water

Look up! Look up!

There’s hope that if you hold onto the flower

The wind that carries its weight

And floats up

Swirls around a bit

I can’t get that green cicada noise out of my head

And I plan to end another father figure’s life

“I’m beyond frustrated.”

You don’t lead me anywhere,

I just travel in circles, and all you do is make noises

Plates clutter, your middle-age flatulence

Feet thudding with panic

And I fear that

I might end up like you

Bald, bloated, stubborn and alone

But for now

I feel the wind in my hair

There are no signs of appendicitis

I feel like I’m guiding myself

Even this cigarette has given me a new meaning of life

And if I can just walk around

I’ll eventually stumble on that mystical guide

Here’s hoping it was me all along.

August 26, 2018 by A.R. Minhas

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 longtime; 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 its 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 them.

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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“Girl with flowers“

“Nightingale Sings”

“Woman in the Cosmos”

“Simurgh”

August 19, 2018January 5, 2019 by A.R. Minhas

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.

August 16, 2018 by A.R. Minhas

Stagnant

Someone said I can have the whole world

I’m stagnant now

Held into place by my inaction

And I spill a pint glass

My emotions are swaying everywhere

And I continue to overshare my insecurities

I’m not too drunk to notice you flinch

And make your faces

I’m surrounded by people who don’t realize my greatness

Just because I’m puking in the vase

You don’t know my greatness

I sail on the smoke of an early morning

Cigarette craving

This is my regret

And thank you for your indifference

I almost stabbed you with my pen.

April 24, 2018 by A.R. Minhas

‘Pimp! Like Slim’: New Artwork

Hey Guys,

I just wanted to introduce my new artwork. This shirt is a portrait of Robert Beck a.k.a ‘Iceberg Slim’, who has written one of my favorite books of all time, ‘Pimp: The Story Of My Life’. If you haven’t read it, please do, as it’s an absolute masterpiece. I will leave the link for the book below. I would also really appreciate it if you can check out my store. Thank you!

“My Store”

“Pimp: The Story of my life”

April 12, 2018April 12, 2018 by A.R. Minhas

She Offers Flowers

She offers us flowers

And I wonder about the milk that was never served

She Offers us Flowers

And all I can think about are your eyes

How I would like to separate the light

The chemicals that split apart

I fed your love to the children of the street

She offers us flowers

And her petals lubricate the darkness

I have served my loneliness well

Indifference is the thing that kills

And you served me flowers

Hungry still

I devour your Nectar

Blood on my gums

My Tongue swirls in the ozone layer

I served your breast on a plate

By the fireside

The ash is your Flowers

Sprinkled in that afternoon

Fucking Blue

To keep my fingers

From the third eye to the other one

She offers us flowers

And I can only serve you cold meat

If you are my truth,

Then you are my hurt

I let it bleed

A scab that is worn like a battle wound

Mottled entanglement

The flowers are raw

And I am burnt

If you serve them again

I have to refuse again

Indifference is the thing.

April 10, 2018 by A.R. Minhas

New Art Available For You

Hey guys, I have some new artwork available. Check it out, my designs are available on T-shirts, mugs, notebooks, phone cases, stickers and much more. I would really appreciate the support. Thank you!

“My Store”