Ink Stained Heart

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Digitally Remastered Verses on Paper

I keep a mini-journal for my poetry scribbling verses and ideas.  Lately, I’ve been combining my poetry with art. Below are my experimental excerpts. The pages are from my paper journal and edited through the pxlr express app.       (c)j.ajabad 2013 verses, scribbles and artwork. Advertisements

Sweet Dusk

A cotton candy sunset a sugar coated dusk permeates the sky my mouth waters. (c) j.ajabad 2013

vase on the “potter’s wheel”

vase, a photo by onecanvasonesoul on Flickr. This is the poem that is found in the vase: My terra cotta heart kneads your love to grow I beseech you to raise me up my empty vessel may hold your water and never thirst again. (c) j.ajabad 2012 This piece occured in well pieces. The first … Continue reading


“Winter Storm” Image courtesy of Evgeni Dinev/ I know not the sum of moments which cause the winds to whisk me away, or cerulean waves to siege my vessel tossing me further out to sea on this voyage we call life. Yet there is a Lighthouse standing upon the shore its beams waving with guiding hands … Continue reading

Whose Voice Speaks

These words trickle down like the falling rain I hear a voice and then a scratching, scratching scratching like the point of a pen converging with the page which dialect is being spoken my ears are open to hear my eyes are open to read to whom am I listening to a speaker or an … Continue reading

Poétique morceau: Verses of Heritage & A Pen’s Dialects.

Someday I would like to expand on my spanish and learn one or two other languages. Here I “scribbled” a verse and decided to use my online translator for three of the languages which represent my heritage (most of which are represented in this post.) As you can probably tell I like the ink stained … Continue reading


The tides rush in over my toes the foam is soothing the water caresses as the sun sinks dust stirs into wake my eyes treading upon poetic motion a flowing rushing cinquian. (c). j.ajabad 2012

Rest Now Little Chick

How fragile is life– I’ve seen it dangle  there like a thread a feathered child left its nest never knew much of the world except for the safety of its humble home and Momma’s warmth maybe it was curiosity maybe he was weak in flight but this morning he lost his chirp his vulnerable body … Continue reading

Symmetrical Fortress

These birds are architects of varying breeds and color building symmetrical fortresses to house their young and reside in safety. poem & photo by (c) j.ajabad 2012

An observation

She plucked a plump delicacy from the earth and while struggling with it another robin chased and teased her, plucked it away. (c) j.ajabad 2012

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