Arabic calligraphy is one of the most beautiful form of art. Kūfic script in calligraphy, earliest extant Islamic style of handwritten alphabet. This beautiful wall hanging, carved in Black Walnut.
Beautifully crafted abstract African Masks in reclaimed Black Walnut. This is a nice sized piece of wall art that will add beauty and culture to any room or officespace.
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Babies born below
Embrace the world as it comes
Be ye slow to judge
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Existing in a world surrounded by beautiful noise
the voices of youth laugh unfiltered and unashamed
faces brown, light brown, high yellow, and bruised
all shine with petroleum jelly accentuated by African memories
touching, pushing, grabbing
we are all on this journey trying to find something to feel
such beautiful noise
mama’s yawn loud and unfiltered
exhausted from a lifetime of raising seeds from dead level
only to see them return to the soil wilted under the power
the power of the unrelenting sun
For so many years I have beheld,
a flawless pear outside of it’s shell.
Priceless you are, indeed unique,
alone in a strand so full of mystique.
I’m afraid to touch you, my heart is in fear,
but your irresistible glimmer always keeps me near.
At last you are mine, I’ll give you the world,
you are simply beautiful, my treasured black pearl.
They told me that,
that’s just the way it goes.
My life at the end of a barrel,
or in a cell, or coke up my nose…
That’s just the way it goes.
An ongoing cycle of nothingness,
building loss on a foundation of loss.
and nothing good comes from my world…
They told me that,
and that’s just the way it is.