P.S. Martia / Behind the Scenes

"P.S. Martia"
The piano's abrasive chords
Discharged puss from its pumice on
Slate throat gag release of sound
Her fingertips turned purple because
she was sure

She listened to the hoarse wallops of
The galloping breaths of the hip-tides
Hip-tides are two-headed monsters
They were inseparable...
her admiration for them anyway

She kissed the pneumonia on its throat
Only to find herself crucified to its conscience
Conscience of wisdom through witness
Aware, Wednesday loathes Sundays... hanging

The cellos soothed her heart
But it only made it worse
"P.S., the death." they wrote
But her mind disobeyed shifting to find comfort in her channel of thought
Like sifting through a transistor radio

"Don't remind me for, I've seen", she thought
Her knees head to head
Then she saw the pneumonia fade into the deep sea of honesty
The death that surrounded it was not hers

Poem and painting by Mando Padilla

This is the photo of the day because everyday I dream of monsters.


"P.S. Martia" is something that keeps popping up everytime I clean up my notebooks. Its just a fun thing to read although I'm not sure what it means anymore. I chose it for this entry because my garage is filled with ideas, skulls and music notes. In fact, every morning before I work out, my garage reminds me of the work that needs to be done. All of these canvases are now full on paintings which. Some of which will be revealed in the up and coming weeks.

Imagination's Friend

"Imagination’s Friend"
Encompass thee
Thine harmony
In clustered words so free
New rhythms sway
My spirit’s day
Poetic soulscapes flee

Amid a hymn
In synonym
Enlightened words will flow
Forlorn oh, dim
The antonym
Yet, magically aglow

For art embraced
The words I seek
With syllables astray
Yet, all in place
Sounds which I speak
Gold thread of words at play

When left untold
To unify
Words at opposite ends
New worlds unfold
Give to thine eyes
Imagination’s friend.

Poem by and acrylic on canvas by Mando Padilla

"Clowerrot Coverup" is the painting of the day because everyday, I dream of monsters.

Pinocchio's Kids II

"Pinocchio's Kids II"
Shall I peck your nose in half
Before it does surpass
The length of neck upon giraffe
Yes, I should do it fast

Your eyes of wander do exceed
No evidence of guilt
And in your dire quench's need
Perhaps then you shalt tilt

The bloodshed all for ridicule
And hence, the postulant
Yet, all your hell was miniscule
And temple tolerant

Relinquish souls of pestilence

And skeletons you kept

Engorging void of innocence

Death has already wept

The masses restless as it grows

Regretfully it shows

Seduction with dramatic woes
For those already foes

Poem and painting by Mando Padilla

"Pinocchio's Kids II" is the painting of the day because everyday, I dream of monsters.

Donut Pig

"Donut Pig!"
My stomache growl
And anxious jowl
Beg for a sweetened bite

Too late too cook
For snacks I look
A donut, I just might

The cupboard creeks
My smiling cheeks
Hold pastries sweetened bright

I hear the swine
Cries ,"Those are mine!"
It begs for one more fight

My stomache growl
And anxious jowl
Cry as I put it back

The swine fell ill
To greed and swill
He had a heart attack

Poem and acrylic on canvas by Mando Padilla

"Donut Pig" is the painting of the day because every day, I dream of monsters.

Don't mess with the pigr's donuts! With locks for eyes, they're out for blood. I've known people who've flipped like that over sweets. I think that's part of the reason I stay away from sweets. I mean, I like them but if I don't know where they came from, I'll just leave them for the donut pig.
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Here is the drawing that inspired this blog entry.
"Pastry Junkie - Mine!" color pencil by Mando Padilla

Flattery Battery

"Flattery Battery"
Bolted shut eyes
Sugarcoat lies
Story of the day

Laughter was smeared
In pinwheels, you steered
Sending your judgment astray

Love is unsure
Drink for the cure
Maybe the other will stay

Strung way too high
In stitches, you fly
Your license was taken away

Poem and acrylic painting by Mando Padilla

"Flattery Battery" is the painting of the day because every day, I dream of monsters.

Pinnochio's Kids

"Pinnochio's Kids"
The ears are sick
From lies so thick
Deflated head on neck

The nose it grows
It tires woes
A bird shall never peck

Your mouth is shut
In bolted rut
With only cage agape

The offspring wings
Of demon things
Are free without escape

Poem and drawing by Mando Padilla

"Pinnochio's Kids" is the drawing of the day because every day, I dream of monsters.

Jack-In-The-Block

"Jack-In-The-Block"
Jack in the block
Your life's on the clock
For all the crimes you've done

You tried to plea
For insanity
But all you were was shunned

You cannot flee
The death penalty
If you were free, you'd run

When it is done
Lethal injection
But you'd prefer a gun

As you await
Your well deserved fate
The masses gather round

Paid for your crime
Eleven past nine
Sleep six feet underground

Poem and drawing by Mando Padilla 06-09

Jack-in-the-Block is the drawing of the day because every day, I dream of monsters.

E.coli High

"E.coli High"
Impaled upon
The fork of prongs
Triumphant is the hand

It holds up high
The E.coli
Convulse, you will - not stand

Trust not a cook
With drunken look
Nor one with dirty hands

But if you choose
A chef with booze
Then you may never stand

Poem & drawing by Mando Padilla 06-09

"Sick Cook Off" is the drawing of the day because every day, I dream of monsters.

She Did Ignite

"She Did Ignite"
I see a face
Or is it three
Upon a vase
Tongues out at me

I see a face
Atop a skull
With ghastly skin
So tightly pulled

Lit up in flames
Her gown alight
Just like the night
She did ignite

She visits me
Tucks me in bed
Then disappears
Because she's dead

But in my soul
I know she's there
With silvery
Green wraps of hair

Illuminates
My soul alight
Just like the night
She did ignite

Poem and acrylic by Mando Padilla 05-09