Mr. Openyonated The Artist

03/22/2026

03/11/2026

Today I closed my eyes......
Like Eleven from Stranger Things I buried myself in water to cross to the other side.
It was quiet and calming....
I could hear every trickle of water....
I could hear my heart beat more distinctly..
It was darkness there except for the light that we were in...
We talked for a moment,enough to ease my mind...
Today I closed my mind and crossed into another realm....

01/24/2026

Closing Chapters....

01/22/2026

One of new pieces its called "Revenge "
The plan is never to do any new writing but as long as the thoughts keep coming!

12/12/2025

Self Portraits

11/26/2025

Never let people stifle you that are weak and chained by their personal insecurities.

11/26/2025

My selfie game is a part of my artistry. When I go into retail stores I always look at the photography. I notice how the models are styled. The lighting, if its over the top or a simple concept the photographer is trying to deliver.

11/11/2025

Day 2 of a micro goal. Trying to refocus my artistic eye. These are all things that I saw throughout the day.

11/09/2025

I lost myself at the bottom of a bottle
I thought the solutions to my problems were there
Every sip pushed me closer and closer to rock bottom
Acquainted me with my lower self, allowed us to spend time together
The sweet nectar seduced me and told me to leave my inhibitions behind
Told me to put the teachings of my elders in a safety box with a lock
Encouraged me to let myself be free, unchained, unrestrained
The sweetness took me to a place of no cares, temporarily because I couldn’t stay there
There wasn’t enough power there to hold back the overflow of reality
It didn’t have enough authority to calm the stormy seas of life
It rocked me every so sweetly but brought me to a violent crash
Memory lapses and insides that churned and pushed me to purge myself
There was no freedom at the bottom of the bottle
But a set of chains whose purpose it was to enslave me
My desire to keep coming back increased even though the bottom was empty
Motor skills slowed moving in slow motion oblivious to life passing me by
There was no safety at the bottom of the bottle
I was met with repeat games of Russian Roulette taking chance after chance
Fingers pulling triggers not knowing when the gun chamber would release
Letting all the demons out, making me scream and shout
Scream obscenities that I would be ashamed to speak in my right mind
Insanity is at the bottom of the bottle
Pain is at the bottom of the bottle
Confusion is at the bottom of the bottle
Death is at the bottom of the bottle
I don’t want to be the genie trapped in the bottom of the bottle

11/09/2025

I like a lot of photographers have gotten stuck on using my camera phone and rarely use my real camera. I decided to pull it out and shoot around for practice. One of the things I love about taking pictures is what stores are behind the person or object. What story do you see in this photo?

10/27/2025

Everyone is in a season. It's important to know what season you're in.
Spring
Summer
Fall
Winter
You behave differently in different seasons.
A lot of folks don't know where they are.

10/14/2025

From my latest Project "Rhymes & Rants"

Dementia

My memories tend to run from me.
They hide in close proximity.
Wave at me from the shadows,
where only I can see them.
People think I'm crazy.
They don't see what I see.
Can't hear what I hear.
I feel like I'm locked inside my own body.
Being held captive…..hostage.
They don't see the gun in my back.
Can't feel the pressure of the barrel.
I'd love to be like I used to be.
When I look in the mirror,it looks like me.
It ain't me,at least not the one I know.
Memories don't cooperate with me.
They come out when they want to.
I want to run but I have to walk.
Something is pulling on my coat tails.
Slowing me down.
Feel like I'm in slow motion.
A recurrence of the dream where you’re just falling.
I'm reliving moments that already happened.
Like groundhog day.
They say I'll never be the same.
Forgive me if I don't know your name.