Monday, August 15, 2016

The Preacher Says Redemption

Jesus Preaches While Kittens Reign Down - Mitro

The preacher says lift the stain of self flagellation 
off your soul
let the power of light illuminate your being
speak not of things that felt erring
bathe in light
light of immortal redemption
when all done turns immaculate clean
without this chaos in growing
things needing seen
remain forever unseen.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

The Big Blue Whale Who Cried

Manatee - Mitro

Deep down below the ocean
sat a big blue whale
who cried and cried
his heart out
no one wants a big fat whale
his name was Fred
and he would dread
when people came to meet him
they would act surprised
open up their eyes, and say
but my
you're a big fellow
he though oh wow
I'm young now
and have no interest in girls
but when I decide to take a bride
who will take on such a blubber
the currents rushed and the ocean drew
and a strange little surprise revealed
why there just in front of him
before his very eyes
came a tiny little man
with tiny little feet
and of tiny little size
he rode aboard a seahorse
and tears fell from his eyes
now Fred was  intrigued and
felt so bad he wanted to help this fellow
he said to him why do you cry
you little tiny fellow
the man looked up for indeed he was
a very old old man
and said to Fred why would I not
it's all because of my size
and you of course would not understand
for I can see you are a healthy strapping young fellow
now this quite stopped our Freddy short
and he pondered deep and thought 
and then he sat and sighed
 and blurted out his heart
it seems that we are never pleased with anything we are
we want what's different than ourselves
when we are  actually five stars
if only we could see we are lovely just  the way we are
and that it takes the tiny and the large
so hold your head high with dignity

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

The Man in The Moon is Pining For You

The Man in The Moon is Pining For You -  Mitro
Blinded by the starlight
the red wren flees the air
and makes a voyage to safety
in whatever way he dare
oh precious bird
what do you fear
why do you fear the night
why silly goose
I'll tell you why
because there is not light 
- Mitro

Tuesday, August 9, 2016


Christmas - Mitro
My son grows like a exquisite crystal
in magnificent paths and en pointe
his energy refracts like a rainbow 
with beautiful colors intent 
a multitude of angels sing through him in halo
in dulcet harmonious tones
intelligence seeps through his aura
surrounding all he takes on
a beautiful corona of lightness 
follows him forever around
my son eludes absolute goodness
and in growing his life becomes incredibly strong
a dazzling crystal of mankind 
my son 
not mine
but his own

Monday, August 8, 2016

Story of Forever Monday Morning

We walked into the room
and felt the tension immediately
an unearthly sense of doom
I put the package of beautiful cupcakes on the table
I had no taste for them anymore
in fact I felt like running out the door
but something suddenly transfixed me
I heard a tinny laugh
and heard the chair legs scrapping across the wood floor
it wasn't anything someone in my position could ignore
all of a sudden lights flashed on
and the room seemed to spin
drat it was the darn fuques again
I paced the distance between the door and me
enough to dive and run
but was I fast enough to outrun a gun
but you fool
the guns in your head
it's only Monday morning
a time you've come to dread 

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Shadow Land

The world is full of shadows
sharp and clean
illuminating my soul
not the dark shadow land creatures
but a foretelling of futures of gold
I knock and now no one now answers
I know only I can open the door
to beautiful sunshine tomorrows
only I and I alone have that control 

my future is brilliant and unfolding
right now at this very minute of time
if you want to come with me just tell me
but you have to be strong and not twine
for I need no more cumbersome burdens
this is my time and my time alone
I can love you tomorrow and for always
if you just learn to leave me alone

Monday, August 1, 2016

Sliver Ocean Salt Life

Daytona Beach Florida  Photography by Kathy Mitro
A silver day starts at the ocean
liquid blue waves stream to kiss powdered shore
a tiny boy dropkicks a football
hard to ask for anything more
the sea gulls cry out and are quite raucous
the terns I call the boys from Japan
with their mars black flop of  a hairdo
resembling honorable oriental men
the crabs fly everywhere into hidey-holes
as we walk on the sand hand in hand
my spirit calls out to calm and reassure them
but I fear that they don't  understand
surfers in brilliant yellow and orange board shorts
imitating the sun and  wearing jubilant grins
today is their day at the ocean
and they will only let happiness in
pelican dive and then cannonball
the water shoots up in the sky
from their heavy little bodies hitting water
 in stupendous and death defying dives
dolphins cavort and then tumble
through endless wave after wave after wave
so this is what they call salt life
the joy the salt air and salt water brings

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Ode to My Rock Star Son

Rock Star - Mitro
Rock star burn so  brightly, so brightly into  night
the crowds are patiently waiting
expecting phenomenal delight
what say you are you up
up to do the night
what a dizzying  way to make a living
black velvet voice washes over light
better guard your hearts                                            
with you and only with you
all  dims in cavernous yawn
when curtain opens
and spotlight picks out you
- Mitro

Monday, July 4, 2016

A Dusty Golden Evening and The Man Strolled Into Town

Father - Mitro
A dusty golden evening and
the man strolled into town
and set many hearts aflutter
when he so much as tipped his crown
he was a strapping fellow
and knew  how to get around
he passed through this life easily
but felt this moments war
for he was not just a wanderer
oh no he was so  much more
so he tiptoed in the shadow
and knocked upon the door
who answered did not matter
he knew that it was right                    
to find what he was searching for
and to knock back any fright
the streets were rather dusty
and the dust it stuck to his hair
but still he looked so pretty
in a devil may way care
he said I have a summons
a summons to meet my dad
they say he's on his death bed
and I've come to make him glad
to honor the man who sired me
and help him find his peace
in leaving this world early
now now please don't you weep
you'll always be my father
but why do you so much care
you abandoned me when I needed you
and now you pierce me with that stare
the stare that says you're sorry
and I really was not to blame
but why do I always feel that way
at the mention of your name
so close your eyes my papa
we'll meet in Heaven soon
lets just not make it too early
I've plans to shoot the moon
and poise myself for stardom
in a world that can be so cruel
cruelty that started with you
and now you surely rue
I'll seek the world of  compassion
I know that it is there
and when I find my compass
I'll live without a care

Night Creature Turning Into Forest

Night Creature Turning Into Forest - Mitro

Red orbs in forest light the way
and blaze with unremitting flame
but still I wander 
and still it's the same
to take the fire
to take the flame
amazing destiny
one travels at night
for beneath the cover of dark
one is home once again

Monday, June 6, 2016


Rage - Mitro

Rage oh so rageful
what ever must possess
to throw out all that ugliness
for someone else to catch
it lingers not upon the air
oh no it does much harm
it lands upon the universe
in universal alarm
rage is never pretty
so why give in
and let it overtake
and stain us with his ugliness
that is a huge mistake

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Divine Dance a Tribute to Dogs and Elephants

                                      Dance of The Divine a Tribute For All Dogs and Elephants- Mitro

A band of gypsies came to town
in beautiful colors and  tattered crowns
they filled the town with their  joy and their mirth
and acted quite frankly like they  owned the earth
when in fact indeed they had
rites of ownership always go to the glad
ribbons of pleasure ran through the earth
caught unaware by this treasured birth
they danced and they sang
they honored their dead
ancestral pledges freely they rang
to the dog
to the elephant
to take to the grave
of the honored the humble
the people who gave
so for all of you elephants
and all you dogs too
enjoy this here dance
cause this dance is for you

Thursday, April 14, 2016


Suntan Suntan -Mitro

I picked and peeled the grapefruit
and inside I found  gold
a golden circle of sunshine
to fill an empty void
it always makes me happy
to know there plenty more
money always brings me  sunshine
when it comes knocking at my door 
- Mitro

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Got a Mommy Named Salami Who was Almost Called Pastrami

Got a Mommy named Salami
she was almost called Pastrami
it do notta alarm me
it is the way of the world
too many Lindas
way too many Susans
Give  me Salami any day
so if you got a mama named Salama
or a preacher called Kilitzu
don't assume it's a name for a Shih Tzu
just take it in your stride
and try and enjoya the ride.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Drinking Wine on Bourbon Street

Two fat cats sat like totem poles
each too short to see
rainbow bracelets on their knee
drinking jasmine tea
what a tack to take with me
it almost worked yeah sure
but then suddenly
what was this
enough to start a war
two brown monkeys beguiling with
I had the take the fifth
it all went down on Bourbon street
except we were drinking wine
who'd of thunk it would matter so much
to yours and mine and thine
a maypole dances gay-ai-ly
perhaps a little drunk
a silver basin sits beside, for those who need a dunk
a  small Japanese boy calls out to me, where then will you dine
entwined and entailing our heart with theirs
and I really did not mind
a cage of books
a jar of cheese
a pretty little maid
sometimes that is all it takes
to place a man in his grave
so I gave up the books
I gave up the cheese
but I could not give up the maid
and now I sit in golden years
and wonder at the stares
I can't believe I ended here
peering at peeling stairs
but still I can't really complain
there is a beautiful breeze
and an old man such as myself, has no one left to please

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Put Christ Back in Christmas

A trip down the street
and whatta  I see
bunches of  people looking at me
a woman in a pilgrims hat
hollers out hello
I crouch down on the pavement
proving how low I can go
I write with colored chalk 
having fun while others walk the walk
a man is marching to music in his head
a woman stands holding a bone
while I wonder about Easter
will I have to spend it alone
a multitude of multiples
and then a car speeds by
it's covered with tattoos
aka bumper stickers
announcing, practically screaming
put Christ back in Christmas
and I get indignant
who took him out
children in red silk pajamas
clamor to see the moon
they heard it can talk
because it holds a man
perhaps it holds Santa Claus

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Amaranthine Woman

Amaranthine woman
perfect vision of loveliness
to be together with such a soul
is comfort for the heart
willows weep at her beauty
starlight falls from the sky to feel her skin
animals gather to nestle in her goodness
and treetops bend down to kiss her hair
the rivers stretch and bend to touch her hand
and the ground sighs with the pleasure of her footprint
oh to be such a woman
the promises of the universe well in her eyes
and truth never ceases to be

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Holy Wars

Church - Mitro
And they said you must believe as I believe
And they said the way I believe is God's word
And they said my God says kill all that do not honor me.
And they said those that cannot, have not heard his word.
And I said what kind of God is this to believe?
And I said because I believe that you must have misunderstood.
And I said God would never ask us to kill.
or to be in any way, forced or coerced.
And I said is God not all mercy?
And I said is God not all love?
And I said we all have our own God's, or not
And I said that's the way it was set up
And I said we were all born with free choice.
And I said it starts with being able to choose
And that choice should include Gods to believe in 
and in not being condemned for that choice

Post script for all that sighed with relief that they would never kill, is not condemning, even in ones mind , others to eternal hell for not believing in kind, in it of itself, a small holy war?

For additional reading I suggest a wonderfully articulated novel on this subject by Sam Harris, a true master.
The End of Faith: Religion, Terror, and the Future of Reason
by Sam Harris

 "The End of Faith articulates the dangers and absurdities of organized religion so fiercely and so fearlessly that I felt relieved as I read it, vindicated....Harris writes what a sizable number of us think, but few are willing to say."―Natalie Angier, ?New York Times 

Monday, March 14, 2016

See Mitro Soft Abstract Art in Fun Flip Book

I have posted my own Mitro art along with my own personal interpretation of paintings in a fun flip style book.
I like it a lot.
I have also included prices and sizes for those interested in buying.  Fun Flip Booklet
 Flip Book

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Elephants and Doggies Dance

Dance of the Divine a Tribute to all Dogs and Elephants - Mitro
Doggies dance and elephants rule
it's always been that way
crazy guys, crazy life
they wouldn't want it any other way
elephants dance
and dogs do to
in frenzied happy joy
dance dance dance you crazy fools
dance the night away
to be divine
to be the kings
to say and do whatever you please
for tomorrow comes with  glory
for it's beggars and it's kings

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Miss Confidence and Three Om's of Creation

Miss Confidence and The Three Om's - Mitro
I walk to the post office
it's a beautiful summer day
an egret stands by the  side of the road then flies off in his heart shaped beauty
he does not want to stay
it's the kind of day the Notherner's say, ah what a beautiful day
but I am in Florida and it's just a typical day
I scan the address on the envelopes
five in total tick tick tick
like a time bomb will they do the trick
can I summon people who do not want to be summoned
but this is a effort last ditch
a chance to see for myself if I have judged everyone too harshly
my brother is ill I do know that
and my sister is mean I know that
and my other brother is selfish
and what am I
self centered self absorbed
we never really see our own flaws so we must look deeply for them
like the crab says we all have our own issues and
the lady at the post office is kind
she wears a blue uniform and a big broad smile
her teeth gleam whitely and I wonder how they came to be so, well white
she assures me the the letters will arrive on Wednesday
Wednesday is the following night
the minutes will tickle by slowly until I know letters will be in 5 different hands
then all hell will break lose and the telephone wires will sizzle and crack
each filled with outrageous demands

Coyote Child

Chaos is Essential to Spiritual Growth - Mitro
Up on top of the mountain
things looked very tall
I saw a large coyote, and beside him
his small child
the resemblance hit as spot on
and I took a turn to pause
admiring their friendship
as they spent their days admiring the clouds
and wiled away  each gorgeous day
loving just being together 
and it pops in my head quite loudly 
who is foolish enough to think animals wild

-Mitro Paintings

Stephen Hawkins 2015 The Theory of Everything

A sinking feeling is nothing more than an excuse to misbehave
on the road to empowerment it leads you on a divergent pathway
I long for the days of freedom
and pay homage to the gods in control of them
2 more times and it will be later
2 days later
I want to start feeding now
No more time to let others hurt
I must be the strong one
I have the answer and I am not using it
Came to me I was thinking of the poem rise up
when I arose 
Let us see your souls
I can do anything I want and this is so important
I no longer want to keep it at bay like Baywood
Life is too big to act small
Stephen Hawkins 2015 The Theory of Everything

Santa Hats

Santa's Wild Ride 2015 - Mitro
I went into the grocery store
just to look at the board
it was a trip in earnestness
but only served to make me forlorn
the cashiers looked so jolly
all in Santa hats
I wondered was there magical energy
locked inside the cap
well poo and then poo again and then pee diddle dee
just what did that serve to make of me
an unhappy guy with no get up and go
and a bare head not shining with glee

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Kathy Mitro Biography

 I am a metaphysical painter and poet.
There is in my paintings a transference of the energy stream of the scene presented onto the canvas, so my painting vibrate with the actual energy of the scene they present for viewing.
My art is about a move to a gentler more peaceful society which is portrayed by gently flowing cartoon like shapes and beautiful bright flowing color.
My work is always about the good in man and in society and it's meaning is always upbeat and positive.
Nothing dark always brilliant light and softness.
By putting out such light in my art I believe I am contributing to peace and happiness, for who can be dark or sad when viewing such brightly colored gentle creatures.
I am a metaphysical painter who has studied spirituality for much of my life. 
By metaphysical I mean seeing and knowing things beyond the reach of our ordinary senses.
My method of painting comes from my fascination with psychic phenomena and the future.
I have always since early childhood felt the future will unveil not only fantastic new technologies but also undreamed of spiritual awakenings.
I believe that thought is subtle electrical energy and that energy from the resultant thought can actually travel from the subconscious where it is  picked up as prescience to a blank canvas.
This creates scenes that are either;

  1. Important for me to capture. 
  2. Important for the eventual buyer of the piece  to capture.
  3. Important to the world to capture.
Encapsulated, my painting are drawn from inner scenes existing as vibrational energy in my subconscious and are not drawn on the canvas, but actually pulled from the canvas.
I call my art, "Art Purely From the Soul With No Filter ."
It's genre is soft abstract expressionism art, but  it is the way that it is created that makes it much more unique than it's actual genre.
Faced with a blank canvas I do not plan what to paint, I merely swipe paint on the canvas and let whatever picture wants to come up, come up.
 My subconscious sees the invisible energy of a scene, impregnates the canvas with this invisible energy and when I wipe paint on the canvas it adheres only to the energy of the impregnated scene creating a picture.

It is energy from my subconscious that creates the picture and this is why I say it comes straight from the soul.  
When I say no filter I mean I do not filter or change any images that come up.
It is also for this reason that the paint on all my canvas is very lightly applied.
This is so it does not cover up, but actually uncovers the painting theme.
As the subconscious is ones soul I am delighted that my soul appears to be a happy one as my art comes out in playful happy cartoonish like characters and beautiful colors.
Gratitude towards the courage of individual spirit is the main theme that runs through most of  my painting and a knowing that we are moving slowly and steadily towards a kinder and more gentle society and world
I believe that good energy embedded in a picture is good energy added to a household.
I believe the most important character a person can possess, is kindness.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Mickey Bathes and Moosie Flies / Aeromancy

Mickey Bathes and Moosie Flies / Aeromancy - Mitro
Mickey bathes and Moosie flies
a esoteric tribute to mysticism 
understood by only the select
poets sigh at it's magic
with no visible means to see 
but with the eyes of a dreamer
who sees what one wants to see
melding with other
water changing the way
others perceive it as melting
some just wish it would go away
but I the seer see it in beauty
that all melds and interconnects
I see in it acumen
I see in it strength

Monday, February 1, 2016

Circus Circus

Circus Circus - Mitro

Circus circus
star of night
jeweled and ready 
to play the twilight
red hair counting myriad lights
a movement into magic
if not for infringement of rights
lions and elephants have no place in a cage
just the thought of those magnificent creatures
brings in me - rage 
let all of our animals be wild and run free
like all living creatures deserve to be
no zoos 
no cages 
no tortuous way to be 
to entertain others with their own pain never seen
but let us not stop at circus's
oh no 
let us go into homes and throw out dog cages too
for who is there among us
that would like to live in a cage
for the amusement of others
so sad, so wrong
time to change

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Discordant Concepts of Continuity, Lines Drawn in the Air Captured on Canvas or The Soul Sings The Song of Creation

Discordant  Lines Drawn in the Air Captured on Canvas - Mitro

Discordant concepts of continuity
constantly play on in my head
a sublime descent into madness
perhaps creative bent instead
to stand and envision without reason
to think alone in the middle of night
to sublimate flights of freedom
and to to continue to fight the fight
alone, all alone with canvas
and to draw in the lines without dread
to know the soul always draws masterpiece
when posturing is refused to the head 

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