Lotus Wisdom

Jimis Artwork

The true visions from one of the original starving artists Jimi.

A Few Of Mark's Pieces

This is a sneak peek @ my mind, and to be honest my personal journaling. I know the pix suck from the distance but one by one im going to post whst the writing is on each of them and talk about them and what i was feeling as i wrote it every now and again, its still gonna be random though because honestly thats what me and jimi are fueled by, hel in fact thats what this whole page is for. You will see Jimis artwork up soon on this blog page, Thanx for not looking @ our art or writing but if your reading this now thank you we hope you enjoy and maybe someday youll be able to see our art and writing in a gallery in Seattle.

Writers Block

I’ve been gathering my thoughts and marking the boxes vacant
I’ve been preparing for a translucent visualization
A gift from my imaginary visionary
My gigantic orb of pleasure
Resisting temptation
To further my unpleasant occupation
Your semaphoring my attention with negative depiction
(hold up, pause I’m starved of tar and nicotine(pause, pondering a thought) why does every high
have a negative side effect, God’s tasteful irony(no baby I’m not high)ha ha)
A constant kon’flikt’
Euphoria at its best
I’m confused but uplifted at the same fucking time
Dam nigga I wish I was high

Feed A Starving Child For The Price Of A Gallon Of Gas

The back street rhythm
An empty harmony.
Set in the tune of fathom
Just masticating the beat
An endless loop
Just sampling scrap
who’s the producer of this tragedy


A child goes to sleep hungry, and a mother sheds a tear.
That little angel is helpless and starving and that's daddys worst fear.
He works and she slaves, send the children away to school for a hot meal or two a day, while they starve but the child gets 2 square and its all straight.
Dad gets sick and mom stops the clock, the family capsizes like a ship 3 feet away from a dry dock, but time don't stop, the clock still goes tick tock, while the child goes starving but obesity isn't an option when the stock markets drop and his pay flops and moms heart drops like tear drops, that fall from eyes as she screams to the sky, wondering why, she wants to die, but her eyes run dry from the thought that her angels on the other side of the door listening to her, all the while wondering why?
Why does his mom cry, why is dad gone for all hours of the night tryin to get money for food to expensive for him to buy, but the lights are still on, the house has four walls and a roof, and that's the only proof that his work is appreaciated but all in all he's still hungry too.
So what do they do? The state is still to far away from providing food benifits today, while bombs drop and hearts stop a million miles away.
Where's our reprieve, from this life of lies and deciet, we can afford a war but can justify my gas reciept?
What happened to lady liberty's promise of freedom and salvation awaiting the poor, tied and hungry masses?
Where's the food for the hungry kids when friday lets out their classes?
Meet me @ the waterfront and we could fish for days, and try to figure out ways to maintain our healthy respect for nature cause its true that going green does pay, but not today.
Maybe a brighter futures on the horizon, and maybe there's enough hope to make it to the promised lands I got my sights on.
This hungry nation starves and melts away, while our goverment goes out daily tryn to change other culures into our ways, all the while our nation still pays and the hunger stays.
There's not enough money in the world to provide food for everyone, but they can sleep at night knowing they did the noble thing that's 2 years away from being undone.
And a child grows on to resent his home nation from the frustration and devastation of his starvation all sacrifised for the cost of civil liberties and civil commodities for a country that isn't ours.

The back street rhythm

An empty harmony

Set in the tune of fathom

Just masticating the beat

An endless loop

Just sampling scrap

Who’s the producer of this tragedy

When It Rains It Pours

Im trying to lay down scriptures but there's no wise men in sight,
Only me and my pen that seems about right.
Past scars hurt everytime it rains and I can smell the storm rollin in,
Funny how rain and pain effects even dead skin.
I wish I had a friend to tell me that I'll be okay,
But then again I'm selfish their words wouldn't get through anyway.
₮personal verse, for just me and her₮
Here alone, no one has been shown, just what I have in my heart.
Except for her she was my salvation a new beginning, my great fresh start.
But then again things always change, and just like my fragile mental state its constantly in rearrange.
I applied today for retirement, but lonliness is a hard boss to please,
Take away my sick days, 401k, leave me with this disease handed to me through heredity.
Im disturbed but misunderstood,
Head full of evil but my hearts all good.
Wishing for change but resistant all the while.
Pardon my missing teeth, wonder why I don't smile.
Maybe if I took a minute to clean out my closet I could find a place to hide, I used to have my mind but its too full inside, so time I abide, coincide,but no longer deny, or defy but survive.

10 Minutes Before Work and A Restless Mind

Death is an eternal release of pain and grief,
No more tears, no more crutch, just you and your belief.
Many died before J.C. gave his life for me, so what happened to the souls of the man B.C.?
Where is heaven is there a sign or a nebula u can point me to?
I didn't think so but who's looking certainly not you.
I've been force fed revelations by the spoon full till my stomach bursts,
All the years, and all these tears what is it worth.
To have faith gives you purpose in your life, is that right?
What about the faith that most people you'd call deviants put right here in this knife?
If I believe its my place in life to end his life, or steal his wife, what is hell like?
If those big ten laws go on to be broke, but I had faith enough to be real but still chased after the smoke, what would happen if I died 2day and hit heavens gate with all of my weight, not because right or wrong but becuase of my short 923 year wait,still havin faith, but it's never to late, to take the time to get it straight.
Where do faithful sinners go when the lights go out, and in thier final moments thier hearts were filled with doubt?
What if in the end they belived they knew what their true purpose was all about?
What if I was right there holding ur hand as we walked through the valley of the shadow of death,standing tall with my holding the light and showing you the way, but in defending you from the darkness I took a life 2day?
Would god understand that I killed to be saved, and because of my sin u were still alive 2day?
Paint me a tear drop, but don't you shed a tear.
What if J.C. would've said fuck the prophecy and went his own way?
Would good people still make it the pearly gates, or be sent back here to earth to sit and wait, for the next illegitimate son of god and his forced apon fate?
Thanks for giving your life for me even if most don't appreciate you for what was done, but I still believe because of you theres still a chance for my sons.
Life is like that you know, one minute your the sheppard, and the next your the sheep. but what about the ones who went away from the flock in search of thier own way?
Is thier any rest for the weary?
Saturn give me strength.