Forgiveness | 0318201222302238 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Self Portrait taken by an Instagram Friend - Edited by Frank Cunha III — USA

I left

the silent gaze
of your sympathy.
Stepping ever slowly
on shards of glass
as I walked away.

I bleed

from the cut
sliced skin
of my decision
to grow apart –
from your side.

I cried.

The thoughts
of your kindness
that I disregarded
and abandoned
from fear
of leaving behind
a life that I knew.

I am sorry.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

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Golden Hour | 0315201220332047 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

After-5K Run Sunset Photo (right) taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/11/2012 Foggy Sunrise Photo (left) taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/14/2012 (iPhone4S, edited using Snapseed / Diptic apps) - USA

After-5K Run Sunset Photo (right) taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/11/2012 Foggy Sunrise Photo (left) taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/14/2012 (iPhone4S, edited using Snapseed / Diptic apps) - USA

Twice in a mundane day,
Unnoticed by most walks of life.
The perfect scene of perfect light,
Strikes at the golden hour.

Like reflections on both ends of the Earth,
Stretched by the reach of the sun.
The day begins when another ends,
But meeting halfway at the golden hour.

Awed in a similar scene,
The skyline of blue and yellow.
These ghost silhouettes and familiar shadows,
Are formed at the golden hour.

With the same expression of a precise time,
Separated by the distant future and the known past.
The present is clearly united,
And in sync at the golden hour.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

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Overlapping Lines | 0313201222562304 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on March 11, 2010 – USA (using iPhone 4S, originally edited using “Snapseed” App) | Re-Edited using “Pic Collage” by Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines | http://pic-collage.com

Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on March 11, 2010 – USA (using iPhone 4S, originally edited using “Snapseed” App) | Re-Edited using “Pic Collage” by Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines | http://pic-collage.com

I stood
At the
Edge
Of a sharp
Fence of shadows
Careful not to get wounded
Careful not to bleed.

I was lost temporarily
From the presence
Of overlapping lines
Of spheres
And swords
And daggers
And of mistakes.

There could be more
Of these picket fences
Of these thin soldiers
Of these dark knights
That stood on ground
To protect
To defend
To throw
Their lives.

They stood
Still and firm
In attention
Of the lines
There
In.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III Edited by: Lorenzo Bernardino| Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

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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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