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The Fallen Tree
The Fallen TreeThe tree had fallen,there was no sign of conflictno sign of struggle,just the roots separatedfrom the groundas though itsomehow knewit did not exclusivelybelong to this earth.It looked at mefrom eyes tangled deepwithin the quiet of its husk.Its soul was beginning to wanderand the bird who knew this treebecame a witness to its death.(in-between the silence and the grave)Secretsgrounded into shadowsand my desire for youstill feels like sandpaper upon my tongue,____ vampires in my soul.(Sorrow is not translatable)So, you said you wanted meto write you a poem,it’s harder than I thought it would be.Sometimes I feel likethat fallen tree.The birds camethey had no messagesonly feathers, eyes and mythology.The Raven lingeredabove the dying woodstarring into the voidas I wrote this poem.Sometimes things end as they should ____this is my poem for you. © Gesso Cocteau
The Imagination of Gesso Cocteau
Step into a realm where the boundaries of reality blur and imagination takes flight. On my YouTube channel, I invite you to embark on a journey that transcends the ordinary, weaving dreams into a tapestry of visual poetry. Imagination, the wondrous ability that defines our humanity, is the driving force behind every creation. Join me in exploring the pure essence of art as a conduit for our boundless imagination. Through captivating images and enchanting narratives, my videos are a celebration of harmony and fantasy—a union of dreams and the limitless landscapes of our minds. In this enchanted realm, animals and women emerge as guardians, custodians of our Earth. Panthers, ravens, and leopards move across the screen, not merely as symbols, but as embodiments of the deep mythologies that resonate within the human soul. Their presence transcends the ordinary, guiding us through a dialogue between the ethereal and the tangible, the soul and the body. As we journey together, these guardians are always present overseeing the delicate balance of our environment, the sacred threads that connect all living entities. They become the silent sentinels of the seas, the mountains, the trees, and the intricate ecosystems that make our world a mesmerizing tapestry of life. Through every frame and every word, I strive to evoke the beauty that exists at the intersection of imagination and reality. Let the poetry of these visuals and the stories woven into them transport you to a place where dreams and imagination intertwine, creating a space where the extraordinary becomes a vivid reality. Welcome to a sanctuary of creativity, where the spirit of imagination knows no bounds, and the guardians of our Earth inspire us to dream beyond the confines of the known. Join me in this exploration of the surreal, where every video is a brushstroke on the canvas of our collective dreams. The below tab will take you to a brief look Step into a realm where the boundaries of reality blur and imagination takes flight. On my YouTube channel, I invite you to embark on a journey that transcends the ordinary, weaving dreams into a tapestry of visual poetry. Imagination, the wondrous ability that defines our humanity, is the driving force behind every creation. Join me in exploring the pure essence of art as a conduit for our boundless imagination. Through captivating images and enchanting narratives, my videos are a celebration of harmony and fantasy—a union of dreams and the limitless landscapes of our minds. In this enchanted realm, animals and women emerge as guardians, custodians of our Earth. Panthers, ravens, and leopards move across the screen, not merely as symbols, but as embodiments of the deep mythologies that resonate within the human soul. Their presence transcends the ordinary, guiding us through a dialogue between the ethereal and the tangible, the soul and the body. As we journey together, these guardians are always present overseeing the delicate balance of our environment, the sacred threads that connect all living entities. They become the silent sentinels of the seas, the mountains, the trees, and the intricate ecosystems that make our world a mesmerizing tapestry of life. Through every frame and every word, I strive to evoke the beauty that exists at the intersection of imagination and reality. Let the poetry of these visuals and the stories woven into them transport you to a place where dreams and imagination intertwine, creating a space where the extraordinary becomes a vivid reality. Welcome to a sanctuary of creativity, where the spirit of imagination knows no bounds, and the guardians of our Earth inspire us to dream beyond the confines of the known. Join me in this exploration of the surreal, where every video is a brushstroke on the canvas of our collective dreams. To view a sample of all videos in a short visit my YouTube Channel Gesso Cocteau YouTube Channel "Enchanted Moments Compilation: A Magical Journey Through My Videos" Embark on an adventure with this enchanting look book that captures the essence of my videos. 🌟✨ Immerse yourself in a whirlwind of magical moments set to music, showcasing the best of my creative work. From mystical landscapes to mesmerizing transformations, this compilation is a celebration of the enchantment that defines my content. Join me on this lively ride through a world where imagination knows no bounds. © Gesso Cocteau
Thirst
Thirst I was wondering about falling into you how it happened and the translucent way we carry one another from noiseless vowels to voluptuary adjectives and imaginary longing all wrapped around words, tongues tied to this craving. Sometimes I am afraid that we won’t survive the material world. I dream our flesh rears itself up like predators in wet jungles and begin to feed upon one another with the appetite of starving animals. Our hearts catch fire, and the water of our bodies becomes fluorescent fueling the thirst of blind seduction. Something is leading me down this path something wants the words to turn to breath, something wants the wondering to taste the salt of flesh. The trees in my garden have eyes shadows hiss at the light. Icy bodies by need circle the sun, my birds stay close watching me wait for you. © Gesso Cocteau
A Poet Falls In Love
A Poet Falls in Love It takes courage to live. When the poem becomes so transparent you wonder if the reader can see the wounds inside your eyes ____ the sight that never heals. Once I loved a man who came to me in a dream but my soul was divided Once I loved another man who wanted my heart and was willing to pay for it in gold. I expected better from both: ( a poet falls in love to write about it ) I break the bindings of my favorite poet’s books not because I want to but because of my need ____ ( every poets wants too much ) I wanted time so I refused to let my womb be used for anything except excuses. I wanted love but my public confessions would always lay me down into a bed of blaze ____ (men want admission not disclosure) ____ and if your lucky the ghost of your lovers won’t leave stones in your heart It seems I am always rising from a war crawling into the arms of my youth. It takes courage to live. © Poem: Gesso Cocteau © Art: Pete Berg
The Raven
The Raven I am the precipice of the mountain you are standing upon, I am the feather that lands at your feet when you are alone, I am the dream wrapped around you, holding you tight on a cold winter’s eve: I am the moon catching you when you fall from the sky, I am the song of the flower that kisses you good night, I am the wildfire that burns between us. I am the heart that goes on beating even when it is broken, I am the kiss that bruises you, the lust that does not struggle. I am the first time you fell in love from a distance: I am the faithful and the betrayed, the unthinkable, I am the silent lover, the starving lover, the lover who wants to be yours. I am the unfinished stone you searched for in the quarry: I am the naked earth who stands before you awaiting your hammer and your blade. I am the poet, the sculptor and the shadow reading your words, I am the dream between dusk and darkness, I am the pathless woods the broken compass and the poetry lost in translation. I was the one you were seeking because I was seeking you. I was the wildfire that burned between us. ( Now ) I am the embers laying down in darkness. I am temptation, I am the raven. Poetry and Art © Gesso Cocteau
Avidity
Avidity Unfolding like an impression the idea I am holding onto as I disappear into consequences of thinking down into the deep. Entering and exiting the dream world finding myself within the trajectory of personal craving. These flickering lights no longer spell reality ____ listen I am ghost sleeping upon my heart, remembering words slipping off your tongue creating a dictionary of our need that moves me forward into an impression of a dream. ( walking toward you ) Scarlet dress with stygian folds and always the crows fly orbiting my eternity through the hallways of lost wisdom. ( as a consequence ) books on the shelves murmur to me with ancient craving turned into hunger. You said the female orgasm is a mystical moment connected to creation: I say you are my hidden secret, my oracle, my sagacious innamorato: I do not think of you as words without a body, I feel the carnal thread between our flesh, and any given moment has a multitude of views word after word I touch your pulse and find that place where your moans morph into phrases and we exchange hands for wings and fly too close to the sun. ( a pause ) (a dream ) I am alone looking for you between the hallways of enchantment In the midst of our affection for books and beneath the birds whose wings we borrow to bring us closer to this illusion we both love. For the man who weaves words ‘into the mystic’ ____ . ©Poetry and Art Gesso Cocteau 2023
Hunger
To need one another is where we disappear ____
Now
Now This is how ‘now’ feels, barely holding onto this earth, destined to fly off the path and plunge into the grand canyon of an unknown destiny. All I really know is that people disappear not magic really, more like hypnosis before you are born you are programmed to vanish, to die, to not exist. When I was a young poet, I use to write about death as though it were a fragrant and mystical journey, now I am scared shitless that some black outfit of a shadow who calls itself ‘Grim Reaper’ is going to walk through my bedroom door at night and fuck me into another realm. All the time we put into this life, the love, the passion, the wanting, the hunger and the need, poems written with naked bodies turning into words, tears that drip from the page with flesh, all that clay turned into lovers, sent into the fire, the molten mix of becoming. All the times we fall in love, the heart is lifted, the heart is torn, the heart is joyful, the heart is sad, the heart is ecstatic, the heart finds a home, the heart looses a home, the heart rejoices, the heart falls upon the floor withering in agony, wishing for more. The appetite never fully satisfied, the dance that ended too soon. the ecstasy of being, the damning of dying Do we die understanding why we have lived, will you ever even remember my hand upon your heart? Will you remember the dreamscapes the place we first met, the first kiss, the last embrace? ( This is how ‘now’ feels, the enchanting ____ the witching hour:) Placing my herbs upon the blending blanket, the poppit dolls stuffed with rose petals, lavender and meadowsweet, stitched together with hands that have lived a thousand years. And I will let my hair down, and I will stand naked beneath the Harvest Moon _____ and I will throw the now into eternity. This is how now feels. Poem and Art © Gesso Cocteau
Expression
Expression (For my friends who tell their stories, decode their mythologies, who stay curious, who go forward without looking back, who dare to inhabit perilous ideas and let themselves be vulnerable.) Wounded words that write their own poetry, minds that are curiously tenacious enough to paint their imagination: Clay that shapes beneath the broken fingers because love leads the artist into dangerous places. Feeling lost at times. and not knowing if you dreamt this poem or it dreamt you, but as artist we go forward and cross our shadows ____ dream our demons Imagine our angels. To stop for one moment and forget who we are suppose to be. To acknowledge that mankind’s human condition never finds its center but is constantly edging up against its boundaries. As artist our creativity is fueled by primitive instinct and cultural conscience. If we see ourselves through others we can create from substance, not the mirrored reality but the reality that embeds itself deep within our awareness. The flower leaves the plant without moaning, without regret without harming, and without need. As artist we can create with passion, with an understanding that desire will never give you what you need, will never quench your thirst or relieve your appetite. That is not the quest of desire, desire leaves you hungry, hunger makes you aware. We fall in love to create, we rise and we assent. It is the will of desire not to be satisfied. It is the artist who must never diminish his or her soul, but to understand the only true freedom we have to create with is within our minds. In the meantime I offer a synopsis In the simplicity of a quote written by Oscar Wilde “The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” Keep creating and keep the faith ____ Gesso Writing and Image © Gesso Cocteau