Blue Angel. Oil Pastel. 2013

Art of KF Mosca Art Reception at Shine

 

Art Reception

Shine @ 14th and E St., Midtown Sacramento

Saturday November 9, 6-8pm

Show will run through December 7th

 

From the Art of KF Mosca

A sneak peek at what's to be seen

 

A photo of my logo

A small collage of my work

 

Deconstructed Art Man

Art Class Still Life

 

September Second

Night Flight

 

The Wall

 

 

Untitled

Night Dive

The Color of Love

Little White Church in the South

 

The Tree of Knowledge

Lead Us Not into Temptation

Betrayal

Hands

Love...and All That Splatters

Today My Heart Breaks (Veteran's Day)

Today my heart breaks for the Men and Women
who would glady place their lives in the hands of political
leaders who use them to keep the freedoms they say we still have
but do you believe them?

They send our sons, daughters, neices, nephews
Mothers and Fathers off to another product
of the never ending war machine
Don't show the flag drapped coffins on the
glowing cable fed box
Don't show the loss of limb and life
don't show the grieving son and wife
Just show them what you want them to see
a freedom that really isn't free as you
Wipe your tears and watch reality TV

Don't look at the NDAA or what the TSA is doing
Don't look at the truth, look only at that
which is a force fed reality
Don't think, don't act, or say a word
--think outside the box and you are labeled
Un--Patriotic....Un--American.....Un--grateful for the sacrifices
they have made ALL FOR YOU
which of course, isn't true

Today my heart breaks for the Men and Women
who would glady place their lives in the hands of political
leaders who use them to keep the freedoms they say we still have
but do you believe them?

KF Mosca
Copyright 2012

Not to be used without the permisson of KF Mosca

Autumn

Can you feel it?

In the brisk morning air

autumn quickly approaches--wanting me

to embrace her with my whole being

These warm days of August remind me that

Summer still lingers and longs for

just one more lazy--hazy afternoon

Attempting to erase any thought of

shorter days--cool--brisk nights--sweaters--campfires

and falling leaves

With a mid-day summer's kiss

the warmth of the sun lingers until

the moon rises--and reminds us

that autumn will soon be on its way

KF Mosca

Copyright © 2012

Hands

Hands that reach

          hands that feel

                    hands that hold

                              you very still

Hands that teach

          hands that tear

                    hands that keep

                              you in despair

Hands that keep you silent

          hands that hold your throat

                    hands that touch your stomach

                              hands that you hope won’t

Hands that hold your ankles

          hands that touch your breast

                    hands that reach inside you

                              and take your very best

Hands that steal your soul

          hands that drown your screams

                    hands that reach right through you

                                        to rip apart your dreams

                                                                                         

KF Mosca

Copyright © 2012

Karma's Scoreboard

You say--

you know what we went through

you only know what he choose to disclose

trepidation encircles the soul

motivating you to construct

the paper wall of fear

You say—

you know my absolute position

a mighty oracle you be!

Parlor tricks do not impress

those that choose to see

vows disrespected your man discarded

caring not what carnage is left withering on the      

golden highway that leads

to your dream come true

You are—

content to be enraptured by the

golden threaded spell the web he weaves

to ensure of your entrapment

Quaffing the enchanted nightcap

as you become enveloped

in a dream-state slumber

of his desire

Karma has awakened…

…and she is keeping score

KF Mosca

Copyright © 2012

Nitram Rof

From the depths of a singed and blackened soul

the life essence of the untouchable sky god

stench oozing from your innermost being

sulfuric flames lapping genitals

that have gone flaccid

Sickly sweet prayers pour out to a

trampolined crucifix--rebounding--echoing

throughout the universe

falling,

        falling,

                 falling back to earth in a listless THUMP! 

POOF--the dust rises and settles

Desperate man that you’ve become

emulating the good Christian

in secret you cover your head with

the sackcloth of mourning while you think

no one is watching

KF Mosca

Copyright © 2012