GymArt

Jim Nasium
Biography

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The Village
Art & Poetry by Jim Nasium

I first heard about The Village
from a very good friend
although it was in the middle of no where
he'd go there every now and then

He told me about the little huts
the Indian folk live in to this day
I knew I had to see it for myself
so I packed a bag and made my way

I walked for hours from the very last bus stop
that was near a river on a narrow dirt trail
I knew I had to be careful out here in the jungle
because I knew no one who'd go my bail

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Later The Same Night
Art & Poetry by Jim Nasium

They were standing out on the patio
it was later the very same night
they were asked not to come back
after all they started the fight

I stood there and I watched them
as a storm cloud rolled in
closed the curtains and crossed my fingers
that they wouldn't start trouble again

I knew I'd be safe inside this place
after all I had everything I could want
I can stay inside for days at a time
as long as no one else pulls a stunt

It's not so bad being all alone
there are many things I can do
I got a big rock, baking soda and water
that'll help me to forget about you...

All Alone In His Studio
Art & Poetry by Jim Nasium

He sits alone in his studio
looking out the window to the street
he has an appointment coming soon
with a young lady who's very sweet
she wants to be a model
but she needs a portfolio
said she do any thing to have one
and he's the right guy to know

He sits alone just waiting
on a chair, near a table with a light
with his computer, camera and back drops
he has his studio painted white
"it's better for taking photos" he said
he's a pro at what ever he tries to do
he likes taking all kinds of pictures
he'll do a little oil painting too

In the corner near the window
that lets in the afternoon light
is a self portrait he started long ago
and one 'a these days he just might
find the time to finish the piece
but he's always got so much to do
lately he's been doing computer art
and writing some poetry too

His studio is inside a brick building
over on the bad side of town
it used to be a factory
but then the office part burnt down
he's way up on the third floor
no one can get to him there
"being alone is good for the soul"
he said, "that's why I stay here"...

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The Hunters
Art And Poetry by Jim Nasium

Once while deep in The Amazon
I watched the hunters dance
with raised arms they spun in circles
chanting hunting songs deep from their gut

They danced to build trust in their abilities
there is no time to wallow in doubt
they drank from a small gourd cup that was passed around
filled and refilled with a magical hunting potion

The potions scientific name belongs in parentheses
right behind the Indian name, chi chi doro
somewhere on the sketch pad of my colorful past
that has been unplugged and left motionless for too long

The fire they danced around burned through the night
as the hunters dance and chant and wave their arms
the women watch in anticipation of the feast to come
no one seems to mind me being here

Dawn lights the way for the hunters
as they carefully make their way into the jungle
poisoned arrows wait in leather sheaths
on the backs of the brave men who wear them

Spears and blow guns held securely
sights have been set and goals reached
the hunters return slowly to the village
burdened by the weight of the kill

Women prepare the feast for the tribe
men and children bathe down in the river
as I sit and write about what I saw
the air is filled with the aroma of fresh meat cooking

Angels Sang Hallelujah
Poetry & Art by Jim Nasium

You asked me to show you where I go
when I'm walking the streets at night
so I took you to a little church
all a glow from candle light

We walked up to the alter
no one else was in the place
I dropped to my knees and started to pray
for Gods forgiving grace

And angels sang hallelujah
halle hallelujah
angels sang hallelujah
and their song cut right thru ya...

You turned to me silently
dropped down on your knees
clasped your hands together
and prayed "Dear Lord Please"

"I know I am a sinner
maybe even a fool
but if you could forgive me
every thing would be cool"

Angels sang hallelujah
halle hallelujah
angels sang hallelujah
and their song it cut right thru ya...

We knelt there together for awhile
we were silent as could be
felt someone there with us
but there was no one to see

A hand touch my shoulder
you felt the same thing too
we knew our prayers were answered
our lives became brand new

And angels sang hallelujah
halle hallelujah
angels sang hallelujah
and their song cut right thru ya

We left the church together
never have been the same
we take life more serious now
knowing it's not a game

We take time to help a stranger
be kind and always fair
we knew some one had touched us
even though no one was there

And angels sang hallelujah
halle hallelujah
angels sang hallelujah
and their song cut right thru ya...