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Tuesday, 01 September 2009 00:00

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Fear and Loathing

The tear drips down his face like a silent waterfall in the garden of thieves, each droplet filled with emotion and fear. The blotter paper soaked with the magic takes the man lacking the grin to a place less ordinary.

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 by Martin Askem. Main artist on next Yareah issue
The unordorly nurse recites a verse written from some book entitled the bible, author unknown however highly in print
The man lays down in his motel six, the room with the bed, the book and a cruiifix. The bingo player who never visited Mecca searches for the wild side, the buckle of his jeans tightens as he straggles outside.
The midnight air fills his lungs with passion, a desire to consume the California sunshine. To cuntuine hunting with Mr S.Thompson
The movement of the vowels and the stirring of the bowel make the small boy rise, to determine his own device.
Consumption, deduction and reduction and sum of all fears. Taste the next dot to bring the dream so near.

 

Life at Large

As I take a final sip of the blood red  wine, I look at the chalice and see the remnants of my last sip drip down each equilateral side

I reflect on the past, a history of learning, happiness, sorrow and fear. A past where the close became far and the near became an expense.

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Life as we all know it oh so fragile, some savour for a moment, a lifetime or just a while. The fitter grouted his tiles, the administrator filed her files. The bobby on the beat who lost respect and put out his neck to protect our liberty; for the youths in depravation he took a liberty.
Unlike those with bifocals who stopped a cared, who took three and a half seconds to glare. The guardians wore uniforms, be it the white clothed nurse or the man in blue. Our perception, our life did we really have a clue
CCTV, big brother, a replacement mother or an angry brother.
Life, it involves wife an man or a girl. A baby or two or even three, the dice rolls and whoever decides who we should be
Life is fragile, lasts for a while, the smiles, the kisses, and the moans from the missus. All a fraction of time, all something that was once yours his or mine
 

The Nasty Habit

The dust that has become a must for the lady in the black shroud, a nasty habit that started as a hobby with the hobbit in the cupboard, the fiend of a friend from long ago who lost it.

The artist draws a curtain to expose the burning light, the glimmer of hope for the son of the sinner within. The son with the cheesy grin, his stomach turns as he learns his line, each one cut ever so fine.
The dust that is a must is his dirty habit too, another snort in the backroom out of view. The lady in the washroom is weathered and old, for many she appears to have a rotten cold, a sniffle and sneeze as she lets the clothes dry, the prospect of hanging herself with another line seems sublime. The washing line spins whilst the boy grins, the lady in the shroud listens to the sins.
The habitual ritual, the ingestion of the barbital pill that is the dispensation of the of the glum ills
Last will and testament written in the bed head for the addict that chases death, his cries fall silent on the nurse in the white dress.  The white folds of her cloth sway in the wind like a tired moth. Attracted to the bulb, the flicker makes him come quicker, the dust far more potent than the malt liquor served from the dirty vicar
Confess your sins; crack some shells revel in the darkness of hell. Each line a story to tell.

 

Martin Askem Martin Askem

http://www.martinaskem.com

I am 36 years old and an aspiring British artist. I have been painting and writing for approximately 2 years now and have developed a unique style of work called 'Kushki' ,  this work my own representation of the human condition encompassed in 'The Birth of Art' philosophy I have developed.
My work has recently been described as 'the most unique and powerful work seen since Salvador Dali's work in the early 20th Century' & the question has been asked that 'Am I the new Banksy'.

** Martin Askem will be one of the two main artists on the next issue of Yareah magazine (October)

*Yareah magazine es una revista cultural fundada y dirigida por el escritor Martín Cid.
**Created and edited by the writer Martin Cid.
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