12.

11.

#10

#9

Ugly.
Oozing sex wounds,
my immortal warriors of
the human place.
Life giver,
I worship you,
I fear you,
I want you,
to continues this haunting,
far beyond your picturesque
mountaintops and subtle
sense of black and white.
Be strong! And do not fear
the mystic balls of sight,
following you in helpless twilight.
You are the goddess of my dreams,
you are the ghost which sets me free.

- Jonathon Todd

#8

Split,
between and oblivious,
gazing into that sweet,
that sweet…
oh, but to look past
look up into this,
and see us, jumping frames
and, hanging : momentarily
suspended, we;
sniff the air, auspicious,
and question this benevolent
holy shine.

- Jonathon Todd

#7

For all of its beauty,
still it wraps around itself, tangled mess of dreams.
I sink deeper into the level where:

1. Form perishes
2. Sight strains
3. Direction shifts

And, in these moments,
I feel inclined to ask myself, what is real?
For, in truth we are just flowing lines,
somehow or other drawn together in specific points,
a grand mess of non-existence, beautifully existing together.

- Jonathon Todd

#6

He stood there, confused by the strange lights enveloping the vision/plane around him. Taking quick, shallow breaths so as to not upset the dichotomy of disorder. Not but a minute ago, the entire world was in harmony, blissfully existing as it always had; however, when he paused for a moment; and, slowed down for the first time in years, all sense of being and time collapsed. First it caused shock and anger: had everything been a façade? Then came, with time, a smooth acceptance to the new visions, for with disoriented senses, the world was suddenly new, and beautiful again. -Jonathon Todd

#5

# 5 Child: your hunger: it’s, such a bore, supremely dissident, gaping open wounds. So I (being far above you) remind you of your place, far below the highest circles of being, where you belong. Myself? Well, I’m screaming too, a fait wail, a small piece of myself, into the opaque memory of my beginnings; when, I too felt hunger, and was mocked by the gods.

- Jonathon Todd

#4

I want language which is surprised,
by repetition, and repetition, until
angrily I feast upon up heaved
continued repetition, and faceless,
faceless, faceless...
You will being in Ernest,
fail in spite.
Awaken and do not become
the smooth paper of delicate, empty words.

-Jonathon Todd

#3

fruit:
1. I bear you.
2. I am you.
3. We are one.

Strips across,
sullen eyes,
my surprise is not surmised,
by:
wishfully looking into the expanse,
open and lofty,
o’ too real…too damn real.
Held in place…up….up:
HIGH.
Marked with hands to show
ownership, to show grip,
to show the sound of…….
(- - - - - - -)
Beautifully ancient, present still,
persistent; above all, locked.

fruit:
1. Is rotten.
2. Is sludge.
3. Is me.

#2

Look:
you sitting here,
makes me realize that
(beh ba be do/beh ba be do)
all my species set me free,
lost wild children (sinner in me)
(shey top, beh doh, bo bo be dap boom)
the split frames me staring indefinitely,
nothing willing, nothing lasting (you shall set me free)
(check-a!)

- Jonathon Todd

#1
Enveloped in comfort,
oblivious bliss,
listening to hymns on the soft vine.
Chatter : movement,
thru subtle breaths,
while the old men drink with envy,
spitting yarn of moon-drenched escapades
in days long past.
She still knows little,
and will lose much.

-Jonathon Todd

Welcome to the project

Hello, 

This is the newly created "Anonymous Project." Two artists, Jonathon Todd and Lauren Doyle, will collaborate together by interjecting poetry/short stories/ music with visual art. A daily visual art post will begin from Lauren Doyle. After her post is complete, Jonathon will post his creative interpretation of the piece. No communication of the artwork will be made. Only a pass of a sketch will be heard.

Yes, Lauren Doyle and Jonathon Todd are lovers, but an overall passion for creating stimulating art will move the artists through the project together. Together they will communicate anonymously for an entire month. 

Watch the interactions flow and feel the rhythm of two people talking without words. 

-Lauren Doyle & Jonathon Todd