Monster

 Unawares of their core monstrousness 

You

 Have robbed me of me

I am my best self

Yet no where near

Wrote reality

Of none tonight 

Leave

Leave

No worries

Me

Your evening after

Has no need for me

In this city you shame

Is clear as daytime

Back turned

                 Fascinating disparity 

Laughter? joy? Just

Explain the pain of 

A back turned new 

You can’t be yourself

My good god

Ran away

I am simple

I am only able to see equals

For I ignore those opposites

That deny my self of dignity

whitled totems

To shout one wants empathy at

another and expect empathy. 

Akin to one offering help 

then holding their help 

against you.

Compensated

 Alone

Absolute

 Perfection

We are Good

 If you know what day it is

You’re doing it all wrong

Why

 The poor are the most generous 

Static

 America

Is 

Just

Bored 

A lot

 A lot of the

Right people

Are getting

Rich right

Now

‘Yeah’ Kojey Radical inspired sentiment

Frequent flyer, miles got my demons playing catch-up Pride matching my get-up

I spend it better than most. A lion doesn’t leave the jungle by choice. And when it was time to speak up, you were losing your voice Proving your noise only came from empty barrels

Annoys me, if I'm honest. So many did it for clout until they got it. Can we be honest? Really be honest? When the court of public  opinion keeps people fearin' their judgement

What's really keeping you from it? Really keeping you from it? You speak, you say you want it for real. Then why you running for real?

You say you’re  stressed, man, I was stressed too

You say you’re  next, man, I was next too. I know the roads that you said yes to. Deep in depression, I was dead too. I can't go back 

Feeling like I wanna die. Feeling like I'll never fly

Can I touch the sky? Clockin' in clockin' out. Now they see me I'm a topic now

I might drop another. start another drought

Wonder why they never see me, I was never around I was working, I was working doing over-time. Too busy thinking. Too busy feeling like I can’t get nothing right. I lost friends, I lost pride, I lost money, I lost hope. All my bills on the table, I see pain in our people, I know we might see some more. I’ve seen family turn to foes

I saw brothers on a high turn to fiends on the floor. Take my soul in the war, take my scars, let them show. If this is it, then let them know

I can't go back to Feeling like I wanna die Feeling like I'll never fly. I’ll touch the sky.

Nobody home

Home for nobody 

I guess that, this.

Must be a place,

Place where to 

Wander, must

Move, mostly

Homeward.

Until I never

Die so long

As I move

Listen

 Do you know how

Lucky you are to

Even see at all

I’ve Always Had the Answer

 I’ve Just Justly Been Questing The Best Podium.

FRONTLINE

 I’ve put in my time being nice

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.

Flop

Still rambling 

Just in one fixed 

spot now

Time don’t wait for no one

Ain’t nobody can relate.
Shades on my face front
Forward thinking thousand dolla
a day folks all I see from m perch
Fuck perch bout tha halibut bout
Tha dolla amount bout to but heads
With tha worlds best hedge funders
Entry by trail by fire by years by and
By. Only with you. Earth shaking not
Tectonics not electronics not media
Not meant for anyone, not ever for
Earth, I burst at half chance said so
And so be it believe it mustn’t be
So downer drowsy nonsense

Speak clear
Heal feel
Steer curves
Dancing nerves


If you don’t use it you’re gonna lose it

Keto jambalaya Fritters

Gulf Shrimp Fennel Sausage Jambalaya in a Cauliflower Rice rolled in Spiced Toasted Coconut flour and air fried over a seasonal salad with seasonal dressing

Unless

You don’t want whatever you want whenever you want as easy as filling out the most obvious standard form initial questionnaire over only the cosmos rather than irrelevances

My Childhood Turtle Named Turtle

The first pain I know
Was as I ran fast with
Extreme  excitement
Into a sliding door

Exuberant Infantile
Joy to Feed Turtle

Immediately tons
Of aid, attention.


A truth of mine

I slammed into
A few doors
Since, with
The heft and
Momentum
Of a Prime
Man in his

Prime age
Toward a
Prime joy

Physical
Not yet
Mental

SLAM

 Much as

The trajectory
Of my foxhound
For her food as
I unleash her:

Torpedo Science
Could I’m sure
Learn something
From her speed
And flow to the
Full food bowl.


Navigating
My amplified
Excited eating
Excited feeding

Seems simple as
Making sure to
Slide the door
In suave fast
Dancing
Manner



Simple

Yet expansive in all
Now

Momentary Grandeur

Elaborately about to elevate you to sounds not even heard nor said made nor give you any key to the door. That’s why y’all want more, yet I’ve told y’all befor I’ve always had the y’all last to try yet now I know it impossible to not show off whatever society’s left you with, maybe a half decent spring encounter and an odd franchise counter service. I’m about to bust at such travesty of lives elevate elevate elevate relate relax organize segments of longings fulfilled, not yet yet time comes to us in the now now now here there here there now now now know this boastless bout of growth the know none know yet now swim in the now know the moment swim in the moment know the moment you are aren’t you are aren’t you you are the moment

Time Doesn’t End, Numbers Either

there comes a Time Regulation Fails and an Organism
Simple as a Jade Bonsai, may still inspire another and,
Fulfill each others very Purpose to relax that Moment.

Melted Candle

I just came back
For a heavier jacket
I just need a heavier
Jacket

Games

I’m solving
The biggest
Problems

lay down

our disparate
,once distant,

confinement
and scarcity.

I’ll galvanize revitalize what you despise without reason why, assessment or resources you dispersed it to all the wrong aources reverses it co currently level headed potentially yet disregarding your own despondency regarding your own ordinary matters

Cut ties, cut ties,
Tie them in a bow

Snooze album

April Shower

i Never work
I create work

Never under estimate
The power of many
Positive peoples

The Sublime Order of Thoughtlessness

Love as alternate reality.
An alternative to effort,
Effortlessness stands tall,
Understands, eases
All, realizes everything
At once, needs nothing,
Receives all wants/needs, a
Revelation of communication’s
Everpresence, uncommon
Sense, sensation, sensationalism,
Nations merging, elevating up
And away, remaining grounded.


Station, Location, travel with
Placelessness, stationary
Vibrations, a new coat on a
New coat rack, shimmering perfect
For all time as an icon of all
Our agelessness, always within
All of us, everpresently, ever
And ever, All in All, always
And forever extending, equalizing
And leveling until a return
Movement to the very center
Of time, time before place,
Place before time, idea before action

Curving

Level headed
Nonsense. So
We go nowhere,
Soon we go in,
Where upward
We thank our
Mobility, think
Nobley, know
What isn’t gone,
What will not
Leave us, what
Will always hold
Us, even if in
Place, in sound,
In forgetting none

Well

It’s people
Looking out
For people

That’s why we love

It’s that starvation worry

AnnaOannA

Yoar
muy

PERFECT
jumping
OFFpoint

Newness Legacy

Waste want
Need not
How

Yet

Why
Did I get here
How am I
Here I
Am

Choosing

To be glad

Recompense

Resolution.

Wherewithal
Of worth
Of worlds

Kept and spread
Left to lend out

Newness Legacy

eyeyeye

patience
Insistence

Leverage

My private heaven

Of what it is to be

Cooking is mostly
A Practical dance

andanna

THIS
IS what
EVERYONE
really wants

Wiseguy

I think in concepts and anecdotes generally don’t bother folks
I’d rather boast about the UN than my general flyness rely on
This guy gravitating to justice already steady going
level thrown right out the back window stumbling
Distance hold everything hold up held up high

Hey what the matter

Slowed strut released leverage of putting off off putting people

My word my people my need for legit next level last boss people

The need for people over nature’s beauty human nature nurtures

Human’s creations over nature’s creations, nature’s beauty is less,

Human’s beauty is paramount. Let me hear you. Let me hear you

Let those need nearness need only desire nearness to know it

I Do It Well, I Do

Statistics shortcomings
Sanitation and dancing
Revelations of revenue
Rational Relationships
Emotional Intelligence
Ever presence of a life.

Ok

I’m the best thing
To happen to anything

Mississippi Joe

Hey fool
Look here

Have at

Be good
Or
Be gone

Go back

Got lapse


Go cat call
Go recall



Flippant back bounce stairway stampede paid back by a solid drunk door pounding

Blood, you be
Better at beastitude
Than most ‘Rest wrestled

With such strange things


A lapse of judgment is the
Only lapse.

Blood.

No judge,
Lest we all be carried off
By that hobos stew pot

Internalize

Everything is an adventure

Coasting

Thoughts lost
Walk Play New
No need, be bliss
Bested blasted
Boast dice roll

Loss cost growl

Faced front call

Looking for my
Lost salt shaker


Falling asleep
Easily, using
The right
Amount of
Letters in
Words now

Leaning on
None

Leaving
None

String

Scuffle of a mind detached

Future lapse disgusting case

Of no gratitude off latitude

Lavish your future
Illusions you will
Forever rehearse

Gross cost boast lost cost

Lost cause dragged along

Left cold neon glow like

An idea I had had taken

Like a day appreciated

At all eludes them so

Go disappoint go on

Lavish your future
Illusions you will
Forever rehearse

Blast cause dash back log lapse lost cause
gasp grasp of fleeting loss like a kid pissed
they haven’t the next gadget but the last

 that

Is all they will have is that never satisfied
That everpresent never present false future
Leaning preset moment bankrupt bullocks

Go disappoint go on

Lavish your future
Illusions you will
Forever rehearse

Go disappoint go on

Lavish your future
Illusions you will
Forever rehearse

The quintessential person:
The quintessential vehicle

I, Me, Myself

need you,

you know

you need,

Irrational

Impatient

Complete

Me, You.

Nothing Better

when was it
When Was It

That We Were

happier together

Than the other

Option. Too
Many
Options,
Too much
Time

Shoulder

Why am I too tolerant of intolerance

Why would I Now rather only have

Myself than any other, any others.

I sit never still, sleep even tosses

Me.  Myself, I’ve some romantic

Notions, yet left others so alone.

I’ve let others grow beyond me:

I’ve given up on no one, know

Every human perspective’s

Worth, Given unto none.

O, all else’s abundant

Reproach leaves

Us here as me

Me as in

Me

All Things

done with enthusiasm 

THANK YOU
FOR YOUR
PATIENCE

Everyone has the same conversation
However in infinitely different ways

Work is where you go
Home is any returning

Languidity

Sense sending me saying languidly laying saysing sent saying relaying an imagined loss an accepting the reality that there will be rationally infinite available combinations relax attack trite calm spite recite your gaze through head linen rote scoff gather forgetting real needing seeing sending lending debtors and debts forgetter forgotten accepts what shows what scenes relieve relent relax attract flex fast dash cast blast rash no dash cast that back lash elsewhere ever gone down come round full circle clipping lax lex les ues das fx no no f x our cost is less our spent is spent need not relent with a cast eye dice drop drip clip clack clatter retract relished bountiful banter gratitude graffiti graph graft legacy back lash negativity backlash no one needing seeing relax gone dash cast past not fast

Scupper

Stag rag tag bustle fuckt outta here gone grief tree bleast blast boast coast grief growl humbility yet transference sems sensodine salivating bank accounts salvage scatter gather in foreign forests

Hold up

Where weren’t we when we were where we were were we where we are no when we were who we were left back there at the least leave us out of it terrors at night tailgate dreams of couch dongles and bounced budgets at the bodega years ago forgot then now the least is nothing short of my now

chamomile kiwi gin bamboo cup shellacked cardboard box table thousands of taxidermied birds of earth tones and an ideal intense pale blue at the floating floor edges in on me in the moistening drift

Guest Poem By Meytar Moran

        WEIRD WEIRD

is the coolest weird

things

Unending Impressive Things

Honk

There’s infinite potential everywhere in a way

Lordy

help my Brothers blood pressure

Critters Hideaway

There are flaws in everything
Unless the flaws are intentional

Large

The Loudest
Quiet Little
Neighborhood

Career by Holly Knox

I like your painting


With the lights off.

Basically Society’s Fault

fortuitous

serendipity  

shut up george

The right home is more important than the price

Boundaries

A Fire Fly Just Flew Right Into My Face

all those happy people we could meet

If I could take the potency of my person’s passion

Negate it entirely in myself

Yet have shared and shown it in Two others equally

Only

I’d’ve been right there doing That

Gaucho

If I learn nothing but what not to have to’ve done

But, you know,

To’ve not done it just right

small sound rising

I’m at Best a good Customer

the Nth degree

To Be Welcome
Is Different than
To Feel Welcome

all the change left in my pockets

I’m Better
And Uglier
Than I’ve
Ever Been
Before

Freely

I don’t do anything ever
illegal
Nearly never have
especially
Not Nowadays

Live that
Way

Clare

i fell in platonic love with a pregnant woman

Justice
Just is.

muster that Monument

Avant
Savant

Dilettante

What groceries you want

I’ll stock up the spice rack for that back slab rib rack rub, beer boiled, bone marrow smoked stock    With that simple sweet heat season in the way back garden all roaring with chilled sparkling red Detroit Love

Man The Last Thing I need is another anarchist art dealer

suguar with coffee and cream

An engine
With seating
And some sort
Of covering