23 September 2016


This cry this scream this anger in my lungs i have

How long i held the things i love the things i need

I need to express im a artist at heart

I can not sit down I can not waste my seed

I must do what i shall do....you cant hold he ha! you can not hold a artist from its canvas...

These stars are mine and im the author of my faith.



 A  random message.

A random message in a random time in a random date in a random period of life.

You think im gone you think i left but im still there...im still in the pain of the depth beneath

Beneath this hell that leads me nowhere

Im sick of being on the bottom

Im sick of being stomped by people from the ground

Please...My heart is hurting so badly, please tell me if there is a light of hope left from this shitty life i have.

Please tell me... please im asking you everyday

I hope its not so hard to say.

05 September 2016

Breaking news! Must read ! 4000 views



Well yes, this is not a normal blog, so I would like to talk with you art readers, hope you can help me! :)

We hit not so long 4000 views and I would like to show big apprentice to all the people who read my blogs and enjoyed them! This means a lot to me, and it was a long journey starting from no idea of how much I would enjoy doing this!

My concept changed from discussions of art topics to discussion of my own art works to just poetry so I would like to know which one do you enjoy more!

Please write in the comment what do you want to read next :) xxx
Or answer a question on the right top of the site. Thanks!<3 Stay tuned art readers.








10 June 2016

Baby bird.



Little baby bird held in captivity

Trying to fly from its nest.

Breaking away to fly in the wind,

So far away so that no train can go.

This is how life is made to be,

Leaving away from our dear family.

Leaving our friends, when they make us grow strong.

Leaving for a different world,

A world full maturity, a world with loneliness.

Baby birds don't want to go, they want to stay.

So why do you let them fly away?






04 June 2016

Battle in the pyramid .



Hard times come in, when you're not appreciated for who you  really are.

The effort you put in is not the maximum.

Well all i can say is i'm a fighter,

I will fight for my rights and for what i am capable of.

No one is perfect in this life,

I will only do what i actually can do.

No one will stop me, all those lies. all those green eyes,

Only make me stronger ,I will fight to the end.

I will show that I'm trying and put my best out of it

No one will let me down , its a kind of motivation,

Motivation to go on, to fight harder and lay out my best,

This fire inside me grows even stronger

All I can do is write a text, a text which i show no care for the rest.

So  I can lose for today . That's okay . I'm not ashamed, because times will change.

So please give me your critics please help me grow up,

Please pour gasoline into my fire of passion.

And when you're standing there surprised from my reaction.

This is the game and this is how I play it.

A game for the battle of the status in the pyramid.

So keep that in mind, and when you try to play the game.

Know your strategies and deal with the pain.


Leonidov's project of a tower-pyramid

Architect Leonidov was a very first architect representing Russian avant-grad . His projects where different and unique, he struggled most of his life for approval. In 1941 Leonidov was drafted into the army, after had a serious injury,and later after war was not let to work as a architect, creating his with his style. Very poor sad story from a great architect that is now wide known in the world of architects.



31 May 2016

Illusion of my imagination.




So the wind flows by, and it runs through your hair

I'm not writing a poem, this is just an illusion of my imagination.

A fragment so close yet its very blurry to see

So random thoughts flow inside my head

What are we here for? Basically the earth has gathered us for something

Is it evolution? A meaningless form of progress from a animal being.

Or maybe something more, maybe life has to offer us something ...

That is precious, something that can not be sold or bought.

Memories. Endless memories of happiness and pain.

It is for those experiences we have to face everyday.

That is what life is for, to make us stronger, to feel those emotions, those roots of attraction.

So you ask me, not all can feel?

Well maybe we are here to help those in need. Life is something so beautiful yet...

A blury picture, an illusion of someones imagination.

A form of art that everyone must protect.







03 May 2016

Woman in black.



Woman in black
In her secret, mystery
With an intoxicating smile
In her looks you can see.

The crimson color of lips
 Her kiss promises
Broken hearts overall 
Without effort, you miss.

All fall in love with her glare.
Promising the demolish,
In the hell you will follow,
With her goals accomplished.



Henry Asencio