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The Poetry of Art

The Poetry of Art

Hey Everyone!

I’ve been come across great works of visual art in the past couple of weeks that I’ve been compiling to share with my viewers. At times I’ll go through severe writer’s block and feel down about it, so in order to build up some inspiration and motivation to write I tend to look at art. I don’t know if it helps other writers with the ability to come up with new material, but I find it handy.

This will be the first in a series of art posts. Today’s post will be selections from Psychedelic Art.

be sure to click on the picture to enlarge it. Some are gifs.

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pysch love

psych 11

psych 10

psych jimi

psych 1

psych 7

psych 6

psych 9

psych 2

psych 5

psych 12

psychedelic hendrix

April 30, 2013


Eternal Sunshine

eternal sunshine

Eternal Sunshine

If you don’t see me here tomorrow
Then it’s safe to say that I’m gone for good
I’ve left a world full of sorrow
To a better place, where my values are no longer misunderstood;
A land where my soul is unchained
And I fly as free as a bird

I’ll fly away towards the bright blue skies
Free as a bird singing the hymns of freedom
Into the sun I’ll go, where love never dies
I’ve had enough of the world, and I believe my time has come
To begin living my existence in the eternal sunshine of happiness
I’ll spend the rest of my days dancing with angels
The world needs no more of me and I need no more of its ugliness

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
April 21, 2013

Flip Off the Switch


Flip Off the Switch


A long time it has been,

Since my belly sank down;

Purging the alcohol all around –

Ceasing my master’s mercy; deep in sin.

Lord knows I’ll be dead soon.

Drinking myself to sleep,

Haunting the hood as a creep

Never to rise earlier than noon.


A wretched fool I am; reckless.

Mother thinks I’m dead,

Father wants me gone.

Perchance, in me will awaken a change; selfless.

Abandoning addiction; I’ll have sobriety, instead.

Flip off the switch, and turn the light on.


Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

February 24, 2013

Peace of Mind


Peace of Mind

Coming out of the gates

Opening up all the doors

I’m feeling fine and great

Seeking love from whores

Who offer temporary pleasure

Morality dies, but where’s my treasure?


Sophisticated and imbued in simplicity

Most of my depression is in sobriety

All I ask for is a good time, explicitly

Refusing to become another victim of society

Blissfully living in ecstatically expounded serenation

Dying to go on tripping in self-intoxication


Other may disagree with me when I say

We must learn to give up the fight and reign in love

But I pray for the day that hate fades away

Disintegrating into ashes flying to the sky above

Unifying all our spirits, rectifying the sins of the deceased

Gaining a peace of mind, one that cannot be bought or leased


Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

March 7, 2013

California Dream


Last month I embarked a fun and memorable cross-country journey that took me from New York City to San Francisco. The trip was full of adventure and ceaseless action that inspired me to write 12 pages about it. They consist of short journal entries, poems, and visual descriptive writings. I’d like to share the following poem I wrote while sitting on a small stone barricade on one of the hills of the Marin Headlands adjacent to the Golden Gate Bridge.

Over two-hundred feet high, my feet were dangling along the ledge of the rocky hill overlooking the Bay. I wrote how I felt about being dazzled by the beauty of the Pacific Ocean as the sun drew closer to setting. It is titled, California Dream.

California Dream

I walked across a bridge,

Long and tall,

That went between two hills and a ridge.

Had I fell, what a great fall.

The wind was strong and breezy.

The sun was centered at an acute angle in the sky,

Making life seem so beautifully easy.


The California living was laid back.

Surrounded by the graceful hills,

Grassy and classy, looks kill.

Deadly hallows in a vicious crack.

Full of caprice, one could smell it waiting to hit.

Setting flames to all the beauty once lit.

A curse in disguise, but a blessing to my eyes.


The Golden Gate is a stairway

To an abyss encompassed by bliss.

Nature’s finest getaway,

When you’re in hell, heaven you’ll most certainly miss.

Far from paradise, our damnation is more fair

Than the burning pain of existence’s despair.

All is not as it seems in a California dream.


Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj (January 20, 2013)

February 26, 2013

Psychedelic Craze



The name of the poem speaks for itself.


Psychedelic Craze

Psychedelic craze

Blood rushing through my veins

Heart beats without faze

Pumping up the metal chains

Left me bleeding in a psychotic maze


She jumps in to check me out

Powered up, cracking through all the groat

How’ve you been?

What a grin, I see flowers leaking down your chin

Sorry, for the sin I’m in


Take me out of this hellish hole

No place for men with souls

Hush now, let’s be gone from here

Hold on to me, then she steered the gear

We flew to the sky, colorful and clear


Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

February 25, 2013