Making Room | 0310201209110921 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Look at you, of concrete and metal
against the dark smudged sky.
The ground prepares to grumble,
but you kept asking me why?

Progress makes way for birth
of art built on stolid need.
Don’t worry about the hurt
your loneliness shall heed.

Departed folks and tenants note
the memories you’ve helped create.
A passing of the times worth
every ounce of struggle you ablate.

Remembering you in black and white
to immortalize your passing.
A tower stood once so bright
now makes room for this town’s bidding.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on March 8, 2010 – USA (using iPhone 4S, originally edited using “Snapseed” App) | Re-Edited using “Pic Stitch” by Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines | Then Re-Edited by Frank Cunha III in Adobe Photoshop.

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Translating a Stairway | 0307201222542324 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/5/2012 (iPhone4S) - USA - & - Edited by Lorenzo Bernardino using iPhone Snapseed / Camera+) - Philippines

Metallic, silver, and cold.
A contrast of the bold.
Of linear and angulated forms,
this far cry from the norm.

A bright, neon green,
impressive behind the scene.
Of loud and brilliant canvas
screaming opinions before us.

The back blue framed window,
lurking under the shadow.
Embraced by the repetitious design
these playful tricks of the mind.

The solid black rails,
anchored in every detail.
Summarizing the rhymes
of a self proclaimed bard of these times.

Unfinished, enigmatic, and grey
with uncommitted thoughts of play.
This articulate structure,
 painted words designed to capture.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

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Hiding in the Dark | 0304201212431253 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Self-Portrait Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/1/2012 (iPhone4S, edited using Snapseed / Squaready / Path apps) - USA

Self-Portrait Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/1/2012 (iPhone4S, edited using Snapseed / Squaready / Path apps) - USA

Darkness veiled a creepy alley,
with mysteries and tragedies.
Walking  under a cape of foley,
shadow covered untold stories.

There was silence in the night,
of secrets and of whispers.
Two hands lifted out of sight,
brutal anger and out of temper.

A fatal blow instantly struck,
and another man fell to the ground.
His body was lifeless under a block,
The perpetrator ran without a sound.

Madness and terror lingered,
from a simple misdemeanor.
Long forgotten event conspired,
tucked away from the scene forever.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

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Feel the Sky, I Can | 0303201209400950 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Photo taken by Lorenzo Bernardino on 3/3/2012 (iPhone) - Philippines

As I rush from solitude to unrest,
Where I am needed,
I take a moment to catch a glimpse,
I see the art in the sky, lines thin and wide,

Shapes and shadows, colors, form,
Framed by buildings that scrape the clouds,
It makes me feel at ease to know,
That I have the sense to take a breath,

It makes me who I am, a better version of myself,
When I am able to stop and “see,”
All those things that make me, me.
I know you can see the sky,

But can you feel it? Just like me?
It makes you real, And better still.
From where you came, you shall go,
Ponder not, and you won’t grow.

Artwork: Lorenzo Bernardino | Poetry: Frank Cunha III

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Pieces | 0303201209260932 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/1/2012 (iPhone4S, edited using Snapseed / Squaready apps) - USA

Fallen on the floor,
the pieces of a bond is shred.
A corrupted plan,
floated on a dust filled regret.

Deserted in the wind,
waiting to be brushed away
from my integrity, from my honesty
your shady scheme burnt away.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

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Twelve: Ghost Ships in the Night — Original and Re-edited Version by @Zorlone

Ghost Ships in the Night

Like ghost ships in the sea at night,

We live our lives, each day a fight!

Life passes by each daunting day,

we fervently refuse to stray. 
We may be caught  and in the grey,

It’s fine, cause we’re ghosts anyway.

Life seems too short, for all who care,
can’t you sit still and be aware. 
Life is like the life you wish spared

if you rush your life unaware.

Like ghost ships in the sea at night,

we live our lives, each day a fight.

Our hope is all we have to fight,

there’s no need to be affright.

We are ghosts living on a light,
through scourges of a rightful night.

And in the dark, we may not see,

though all the stars just let us be.
If we open our eyes so bright,

release shall all these ghostly fright.

Without a dream, and without gleam,

we would not last, our souls like glass!

Just make it last and make it fly
Like a photo from days gone by,
Our sails dance in the morbid sky
with fleets to quench your hungry eyes. 

Like ghost ships in the sea at night,

we live our lives, each day a fight!

Life is like the life you defeat,
it can be long, bitter, and sweet.
As long as we  begin to meet,
a life time that each moment greets,

One moment to last forever,

look up in space, come with wonder.
From the seas, we pass each other,
fear no ghosts nor gods asunder.

Like ghost ships in the sea at night,

we live our lives, each day a fight!

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Frank Cunha III / Re-edited by:  Lorenzo Bernardino | More Poetry

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Original Version of

Ghost Ships in the Night

Like ghost ships in the sea at night,
We live our lives, each day a fight

Life passes by every day,
We won’t stay in the grey,
We are ghosts anyway

Life seems short,
For all who care

Can’t they see?
We are meant to be!

Life is like the life you wish
If you wish without delay

Without a dream,
Without a gleam,
We won’t last,
Our souls are glass!

Hope is all we have to fight,
There’s no need to be affright,
Ghosts we are if we live blind,

In the dark,
We can’t see,
All the stars that shine on us

But if we open our eyes bright,
To all the light

We will see,
Life is like the life we wish

Life can be,
Long and sweet,
As long as we  begin to see

A life time lives in every moment,
Make it last, make it count

Like a photo from days gone by,

Our sails dance in the sky
One moment for eternity be,
Look up and see,

From this ship,
We pass each other by,

No need to fear,
The gods are near.

[end]

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Four: The Arrival — Original and Re-edited Version by @Zorlone

The Arrival

From a thousand miles they came to see the show,

The nighttime sky was slowly beginning to glow,

The lights shown bright, oh what a sight,

They sat snuck together, nice and tight,

It felt right after such a long flight,

Try not to think of saying good night.

Just sit right back and enjoy the view,

Cause they all knew, these days are few,

Just sit right back and enjoy the craze,

Before the velvet curtains are raised,

The soft white snow began to accrue,

No one cared, they weren’t subdued,

They all knew, these days are few,

They laughed and mused at the stage anew,

The greatest show of their age revived,

Just then they knew they had arrived,

Buzz— Swoosh— Boo—

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Frank Cunha III / Re-edited by:  Lorenzo Bernardino | More Poetry

The Arrival

They came from many miles around to see the show,
The nighttime sky was slowly beginning to glow,
The lights shown bright, what a sight,
They sat close together, nice and tight,
It felt right after such a long flight,
Try not to think of when it is time to go,
Just sit right back and enjoy the show,
They all knew, these days are few,
Just sit right back and enjoy the show,
Before the velvet curtains drew,
The soft white snow began to accrue,
No one cared, they weren’t scared,
They all knew, these days are few,
They laughed and mused at the stage,
The greatest show of their age,
Just then they knew they had arrived,
Buzz— Swoosh— Moo—
[end]

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