Sun finds openings in a canopy of oak and palms. A green soup condemns the light to time primitive. Regal and white, bright, as if it's lone purpose is to fight back the darkness. Dressed up in its finest the Egret moves center stage from a shadow world. I blend into a moment, a chance collection of passing's, time adrift in an eternity.

6x6 Chunky Floral in White
by Terrence L Cope

I know, I know, you think I'm crazy
There is this white, you think I'm lazy
Living room ..... an empty space
You have to put something in that place
You try so hard, with all your might
White spaces just don't seem right
It's acne, a pimple a blight somehow
Going crazy over nothing, having a cow
I panic, perspire, clinching my heart
To the point that it's realized I can't see the art.

Untitled Florals in Blue Shadows

by Terrence L Cope

Untitled Floral in red and earth

by Terrence L Cope

Untitled florals in green

by Terrence L Cope

Lady Kukufer Kokopaups .... my Y2K baby

Missed you old friend.

Looked for you all night

That white muzzle haunting

The absent of light

I left the door cracked

For when you'd use your head

To open the door

When you went to bed

Sorry old friend

You always were

That bouncy old puppy

I bought from the store

I did not notice

The cancer that set

Or the arthritis 

That caused you to walk with a limp

I cherished that first day

I'll remember the last

I want back the middle

It went way to fast

Goodbye 'Paups"

To you went my heart

As I felt yours stop beating

To death we did part

Today I find myself afloat
In a starry Styrofoam boat
Surrounded by a sliver mist
On mirrored waters oh so still
Not a ripple, not a sound
Except an occasion bubble
Memories rising to break the surface
Only to be quickly quelled
And swallowed by the greyish realm
To disturb the numbness that I feel
No pain, no sadness, no anything
A perfect bliss without a care
Not to know where my soul ends
and to where my skin begins
I sit inside this light grey womb
Comforted that its to soon
To rise and face the good and bad
Of the 16 years that we once had
16 years that's gone away
16 years that ends today
No sadness as I held your head
As you slipped away from me
And my hand that felt your last heart beat
No tears as you melted on the floor
As I stood and walked out the door
Into this numbness was set adrift
Aimlessly within my ship
On an ocean void of waves
captured in this brittle haze
My mind numb in this silent fog
I tell myself it was just a dog.

Self Portrait ..... in memory
8x10 Clay on Canvas

Numbing lines that repeat
over and over
Echoed inside this continuous lie

looping sound, the "Sucking of Oxygen"

Sharp speak the wall of this poor man politic

Entertainment .... Dull glint of facts 
.... hypnotized .... and then we come back ...
TV Talking heads dance on a paycheck

It's so easy to attack a Truth

Harder to make war with the past.

For there is but one past .. you know?

While the Future hides inside countless scenarios.

There's merchants in your temple

how much will it cost 
what will be the profit
When we add up the loss

to own the past? write history?
Ponder insanity .... That's the mystery
Thoughts confuse me?

Is Truth just bread for the masses..... ?

Is Truth as it seems the American Dream?

Is Truth Perfection? Is Truth Control?
Is Truth justice and the American Way?

Is Truth the Lie that everyone knows?

Is Truth just a thing won in a war?

Truth does it change with times passing?
No .... Truth is just pasta a twist in a boil

..... Truth are just lies that got stuck to a wall.

Primitive Silver Seas 10"x10" acrylic and silver leaf on canvas

Artist Terrence L Cope ... click image for larger view

Soul Surfer
to Linda Wherever

 

 

I ride faint glimpses of form

Color, A distant crash of satellites 

 Soft skinned creatures ... warm

A clock's tick that never comes
Unstrung guitars ..... play their tunes
While oceans dance around the moon

Softly through the night they twirl
This endless waltz of stars and worlds
and inside heaven's light they'll hide 
To block the sun and rise the tide
eclipsing souls ....lashed to dreams
afloat on the moon's reflected beam 
star light, star bright, first star tonight
 I make this wish with all my might

to surf her stars ...... and touch her skin
to be with her when time begins... 

Soul Surfer 389 16x20 Acrylics on Canvas by Cope

6x6 Oil by T L Cope

 

 

 

....... faces in my head

personalities,

they hold on to things,

ways .....

scratch and claw against time.

I am old only in my reflection

alone in a sea of millions.

It is hard to understand today

when tomorrow is already here ........

"Blue Madonnas" 16x20 Oil on Canvas by TL Cope;

 

 

Eyes strain

Wait, Just Wait,

Give dark a chance

This bone black death of light

Breath,

Let your sense switch from sight

Your vision now lies in touch 

It should be cool

but it's not

sweat drips like rain

hands grip familiar things

just waiting for a pinhole of light

it's coming to your rescue

soon

soon

 but first

ghost like shapes in blue

 madonnas dancing around the room

Like a religion, beliefs and faith

If you stand still

you are safe

your are saved

by those madonnas

Yes! 

Those Madonna's dancing around the room

 

Surfer Oil on Canvas 16x20 by Terrence L Cope August 7th, 2013

 

I pull out those memories of my time in the tempest, gathering strength from the wind and the waves, the ravaging time that has long since calmed and gentled to permanently grey in this fog that has settled on old aged hands still reaching for meaning of those wind tossed seas and the passing of faces ... long lost to shores and lapping of time, abrasive in the rolling of swells that long ago settled in my soul...and does not believe its own reflection ....

 

Long boarder" 16x20 Oil on Canvas .... day one "click to enlarge"

 

 

And in that life .....a surfer

Mastering the powers of the sea

But that was another life

before I was planted like a tree