Leverage

 Who has the peace of mind to

See the sparkle in the street on

A wet first warm winter night.

Fancy Cooking

 O thy delicate dance of strangers at a bus stop at five fourteen am amidst trampled snow sings of us, the baffled faces of those whom haven’t seen us in love must wonder why my grin extends the night air

Tangled

 I’ve been lost

Yup you’ve beat 

Me my mind, 

Bested me

Not yet ready I 

Assumed goodbye 

While all said hello

My mind laughed

Through filter

Saying

It is the worst.

It is the worst.

Further, that my 

Mind said I am

Intricate and

I can say it all

At Once

With certain 

Surrender of

Worst case 

Scenarios 

Lessons

 Practical one on one remote lessons in the arts 

Justinedwardmoore.com/lessons 

Fulfilled meaning gap

Lapse of facts retract then attack

Filling worth, willingly only, will push

Us, seize us, step in the way when

We were on the wrong side street

Breaking silence meticulously 

Stammering quickly, perfectly

Summer Winter Fall Spring

Believe us when we are us

Including you and those 

Around you. Immediate

Sense made and made

To move forward from

What else except the

Immovable movers

Essence of force

Single malt Japanese whiskey

I’ve sat among the highest pontificating 

And the most maddened underbelly

I’ve seen red and blue lights 

Telling my soul to run run run

To tell another day of my past

Ways gone wrong to learn to

Cope through inspirational 

Posters truths profound

I’ve set sail on the sea

Of cheese seeing 

Belief as a given

In a society where nothing else is

Given a given to sell high and buy

Low blue blue electric blue that’s

The color of my room where I will

Live

Grieve

Give

Saint Joseph Benedict Labre

 That’s my love. Left in the psych ward designated smoking area:

I will wait. I will wait for you, unknown psych ward patient, patiently. I know you. Know one does. Yet you’ve my mother heart. Her whole incomplete: my never know rapture, night laughter amidst screaming, leaving with no option outside unless under an overpass unknown placated philistinism surmounted, yet not much else:

I sing for you, psych ward patient, amidst chaos whom has found a broken love worth mending, beyond my abilities, beyond my worth, beyond, beyond Beyond! Screaming in the night amidst laughter you know unknown truest soldier, the psych ward smoker whom has found a love static, I only hope you’ve found it in rare symbolic movement for the good none of us know, your private fix it up.

Anti-Ego

 There are more and more

Appropriate people keeping

Me together and onwards.

DRIFT At Peace Gallery

  

The eight definitions of the word drift, listed in Merriam Websters, almost serendipitously describe Justin Edward Moore’s exhibition ‘Drift’ at At Peace gallery. Three moderately sized epoxy panels assemble flat works from 1991 to 2005. Resembling trilobites encased in prehistoric sap these respective drawings, writings and photographs though joined materially, span disparate media, subject matter and time. A piece of paper affected with the stains of age reads FREE TIMES in all capital letters. Clusters of heavy figures rendered in charcoal recall American Realism of the 1920’s and 30’s. Their meticulously crafted strong and stonelike bodies are as physical and permanent as the adjacent writings are ephemeral and effortless. A calligraphic and biomorphic abstract exercise in the logic of patterns, resembling a block print, rests in compact solitude under a foxing piece of paper, so aged, all that remains legible is its muted mood. An oil pastel drawing Moore made as a child in 1991 pierces through the otherwise tan, black and white palette of the exhibition. It depicts a face grided and split down the middle. This collection, as a work of art, is an open celebration of life that Moore invites us all to. Moore’s real kindness is unmissable, across this vast array of these works, in that his sensitivity is always apparent and even paramount.  

 

 

Uh huh

 Friendly professionals

Level headed yet adventurous

Uh huh

Yet I mean it lapse

Dedication 

2021

        You’ll never 

Ever

BELIEVE 

            How much

We would have charged you for forgivness

Cuddle bite dog

 Who likes a 

Dog that 

Cuddles

Then 

Bites

Who

Think

 How

Can

  You

Comfort

          A 

Burden.

Just Write

many points to connect

A love supreme

Every one a love supreme

A low kick back beat in everyone’s step

A guidance system providing new gods steps

Every one in praise of the reinvention 

Of god

Of trinity

Of old

Of young

A rebuilt god

A god of us 

A good god

So far as we

Are good.

An orb in no one’s hands slowing down its

Otherwise always spinning, done rehearsing.

Done.

It’s done.

We are forever as an electrical union of perspectives as in an aspen forest and will 

Forever splinter and spread until an inverse time equivalent of the atom whereupon a new reversal and contraction of all efforts toward a central static trinity

 

A solid form:

Two one six.

Kindness 

Kindness

Kindness 

Kindness

 

Kindness

Kindness

Deal

 Straight

Monogamous 

White male

 I sort of see everything 

Jesus Blood

 The ability to turn your back to ANYTHING 

In the way of my very self nearing perfection.

Within a Society of Intimidation

 

The perks of a daily drift upward on an 

Embracement of each overlapping now.

Each overlapping disk of now as silica 

Upon the fine earth, weathered earth.

That very nature of mailability, of

Responsive flexibility of the pattern

Of the essence of what makes

Clay clay, which man was 

Made form from in myth.

What has brought me here? You there?

Whom are you and whom am I?

What was the question?

What was the answer?

To be.

To do.

To Be?

To Do.