Are you Unhealthy or Just Plain Ugly?

Are you Unhealthy or Just Plain Ugly?

You know, in this western world, I have always been asking myself the same question. Am I unhealthy or just plain ugly?  During my on and off periods of overweight, it did not alter the same disdain that I received from my peers. Even during my primal hours (for a time I had the perfect weight for my size), it did not change anything. Thus, I began to wonder if I was ugly. This theory also proved to be false. My face has all the right proportions to be acceptable (plus, I noticed often that I was being noticed). Then it hit me, during those early sour days of my life I was known as the quiet one. Alas, it cannot be helped...

The Christ Paintings of Sandro Botticelli

The Christ Paintings of Sandro Botticelli

Well, today ladies and gentlemen, I am going to talk to you about Jesus Christ. It is my hope that you embrace the Lord, with the same fervor as I do. Nah!! I am just messing with you. I am going to have to mention Christ from time to time. Its had to describe Jesus paintings without mentioning the Jesus (hehehehehe). Well, the first painting features the Resurrected Christ. In Botticelli's version, Christ is wearing the crown of thorns and has his wound still bleeding. He is showing the Longinus Lance wound at his heart. Just like the usual depictions, Christ's wound is emitting light. He looks like an icon because paintings back then helped the worshiper get closer to God. This one is different from the Gothic depictions because his looks are humanistic. He actually looks like a 3D being, with shadings and all. The source of light emanates from him (meaning that he glows in the dark). In any case, this lovely painting deserves 5 star rating. 

Gamble Gaea Poem by Teresita Blanco

 

Gamble Gaea

by Teresita Blanco

Cast the dice, its burning.

Gamble up our soul,

Green Envy, callous moon…

Agni, offer us a sacrifice,

To make mother pacify.

Gaea, mother, embrace

Us no more

You take our breath away.

We want no more

This cursed 5^th season.

Forgive us, we neglected

We sicken Humbaba.

Devolve us, chastise us,

But forgive the rising sun. 

Copyright Teresita Blanco

No way in hell do you have permission to use my poems without my express written consent. Hell knows no fury as a lawsuit from me!!!

Much ado about Eureka Seven AO

Much ado about Eureka Seven AO

A few episodes have already passed. They finally introduced the bad guys in Eureka Seven AO. Basically, two people who saw the Nirvash are responsible for the disarray of the world. What's interesting is the the Japs are no longer sugar coating their metaphors. In this series, time and time again they said," Get out of my country, Yankees". Its silly that the Americans adults are not taking seriously the messages inside the anime shows. Anime for the Japanese is not a childish medium of entertainment. Only in the US, is animation a kids things. This is all thanks to a puritan move from the 60s that harakiri animation in the US. Now, all cartoons in the made US has to be rated PG. Thus, the US naturally does not take serious animation from other countries (even when it carries so much anti American messages).

Much Ado About Sandro Botticelli

 Much Ado About Sandro Botticelli (1445- 1510)

Well, Sandro Botticelli is an early Renaissance artist. During his time, he was among the first to move away completely from Gothic. His background and figures still carry a bit of the stylized gothic style. Over all, he attempted to mimic nature to the best of his abilities.  During this time period, a return to the Greek meant a resurfacing of human idealism. Now being a human is all that matter... Still, the church continued to call the shots in this Greek world. However, depictions of pagan Gods was no longer a taboo. With a rise of kingship and banking, there came a demand for new types of artworks (not related to the Catholic church).

Pity Perspective and Live a Lie Poems by Teresita Blanco

Pity Perspective 

by Teresita Blanco

While I rested, the rain fell,         I hear the roaring thunder

It scorched the harsh soil             The cold in my back

 I felt(,) my breath departing       Brought the horrid sorrow

As I lay shivering                       With the fear of another day

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As they mix with my tears           The pity begins to rise, 

Over those ancient sorrows         Who swiftly left behind

,The ones who rested on              this Solemn vengeance(?)  

 the hard, cold vengeance,            How did this malady  begin?

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I pity those who venture             Out in this life

In search of the pulse                  Fresh with our hatred,

Beating, as it hides                      Lies our true nature,

Please answer why                      My convinced strive turns

This leads toward                        ,Down toward the inferno, 

The harvester’s crop                   It  hopes of to find 

It ripen, golden with                    The desire to surrender 

This different idea                       Beneath this blue ember

Live a Lie 

by Teresita Blanco

Every day soon                      I am welcoming doom

I hope to be good yet             I am not able to abide

for me it becomes harder       this dangerous dream

is a bane of my life                is done, my peace is gone

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You all too soon                   While questioning my gloom 

Step in my wounds               Once again, again 

Trying to stop its health        I cry out my howling doom 

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Within this malady              Tuning into our agony,

The realization became        This faceless orchard, 

The tomorrow comes soon   He turns us into fumes

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The bitter, futile effort          I cannot stand in this song

Reminding me that I live     These allies that always lie,

I dare not cast aside             They Keep the machine turning 

This cryptic open door        Maintaining common things,

For now, I am                       Like such strong heads,

Doomed forever,                   In these resonating lies

Copyright Teresita Blanco

No way in hell do you have permission to use my poems without my express written consent. Hell knows no fury as a lawsuit from me!!!

Its Genzo,MAN!!

Its Genzo,MAN!!

Well, as usual, here is the latest update on Genzoman. He is really quite the prolific mangaka artist. Is a real bummer how he manages to produce so many anime wallpapers. Anyhow, the first lil number is Ozai. He is from the Avatar anime show. His full name is Father Lord Ozai or Father of the Year. That's a pretty funny name. Well, that's anime for you. Just like new year, he brings flames about him. Truly, this lil number deserves 5 stars.

Love’s Betrayal Poem by Teresita Blanco

Love’s Betrayal 

by Teresita Blanco

Listen to the winds’ heart beat       It tells of our lairs

Singing a welcoming song             That never ever fault,

It makes us uneasy                       As the coming breathes

When we make this covenant       With the powerful left. 

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Tonight brings her dance               For she was shattered 

Turning putrid green                     The day you came to be;

Making him ashen,                        When I wielded the hatched 

Fueling this sorrow;                       to Erase these silent horrors,

While I laid resting                       the night became tomorrow

I scream “Release him”                 I conquered her!

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For now I grow colder                   my eyes turn red 

He was the last who stabbed me   This cry finds no rest;  

My wings, now broken;                  Burning in for his jest 

This joker my chocker                  I can never forgive 

 He begins to shatter                     The things he’s forgotten 

 These resonating lies                  Beneath this just hammer! 

Copyright Teresita Blanco

No way in hell do you have permission to use my poems without my express written consent.Hell knows no fury as a lawsuit from me!!!