Mario Caoile Art

05/20/2026

One waits without why
One builds with such certainty—
One purrs on concrete

11/17/2025

BRYSTON
Oil, acrylic, paint tube
15-16 Nov 2025
Time Just Flows Ahead —F1
Lyrics by Mario Caoile
Suno link: https://suno.com/s/tvu5CdBE6PSCiHQO

11/17/2025

BRYSTON,
Oil, acrylic, paint tube
15-16 Nov 2025
Time Just Flows Ahead —F1
Lyrics by Mario Caoile
Suno link: https://suno.com/s/tvu5CdBE6PSCiHQO

11/08/2025

AURALIS
7 Nov 2025
Oil on canvas
Trust the Chaos
Lyrics by Mario Caoile

The world spins, we watch it all,
We sit still as the moments crawl.

Whispers fade in a paper cup,
Storm rages, we worry not.
What are you talking about?
Trust the chaos, silver lining.

Here on Earth, for a brief ride,
Unseen friends walk by our side.
Clouds drift by, no reason why.

Whispers fade in a paper cup,
Storm rages, we worry not.
What are you talking about?
Trust the chaos, silver lining, we’re flying!

In the quiet, we find our way,
A new dawn rises, with colors,
But first, I’ll check my phone,
What did you say?

https://suno.com/s/a4oBmFhpNUNNJVGA

11/07/2025

ZEPHYR
Oil & acrylic
6 Nov 2025
The Hand I Miss
Lyrics by Mario Caoile

The road was gone.
The sky was still.
I walked on cracks
and climbed a hill.
No map, no plan,
just breath and stone—
and something near
when I’m alone.

Not a voice—
but not quite air.
Like silence
that had learned to care.
No footsteps made,
no shadow cast—
you simply moved
when questions passed.

You are the pause
that feels like grace.
The hand I miss
but still can trace.
You never speak,
you never try—
a faithful guide
that watches sky.

I dropped the weight
I thought was me.
The ground replied
with quiet glee.
A single leaf
fell out of time.
It hit the dirt—
and rang like chime.

A gate appeared—
then turned to dust.
I bowed to space
and called it trust.
No fixed design,
no plan to prove—
just one small light
that knows how to move.

You are the pause
that feels like grace.
The hand I miss
but still can trace.
You never speak,
you never try—
a faithful guide
that watches sky.

So I keep walking,
wrong or right.
Just one more soul
inside your light.

https://suno.com/s/kuUKedu3WzusRmoR

11/04/2025

11/01/2025

XTRACT
Oil, wood, paint tube, ballpoint ink, wire hook, canvas
October 31, 2025

You Think I’m Kidding?
Lyrics by Mario Caoile

Velvet noses hum through the rain,
A child in Rio sings to Spain.
Cinnamon air, a taxi flies,
Lanterns bloom in firefly skies.
You think I’m kidding?

The more we know, the less we fear,
Strangers turn to voices near.
Hands let go, the sky breaks wide,
Everything flows, we’re laughing inside.
For no particular reason.

A poet in Seoul spills ink like rain,
A painter in Paris dreams in cellophane.
No more worries, no more weight,
Everything shines, all aligns great.
What is happening?

New ideas dance like penguins,
Science, music, healing arts.
Laughter rises, trust runs deep,
One big family—wide awake,
Free from fu***ng dictators.

One day soon, no walls, no chain,
Just voices singing, light as rain.
I need to trim my nails.

10/31/2025

WHATEVER
Acrylic, Sharpie, gesso
paint tubes, cardboard, wood
30 Oct 2025

“Are We Life Creating Itself?”
Lyrics by Mario Caoile

A child draws spirals
in the sand.
Waves erase them,
but not the joy
of drawing again.

The breeze drifts inland,
carrying laughter.
Pines lean to listen,
echoing waves.
The world turns softly,
as if remembering
how to begin.

The air itself
begins to listen.
Something unseen
presses close—
not light exactly,
but what light is made of.

The ones I’ve loved
are currents still,
moving through breath,
through wind, through will.
What changes is focus—
love keeps widening,
finding new form.

Beyond the seeing,
something listens.
It moves like light
through everything—
the quiet
that knows us whole.

The spirals return
in sand, in stars.
Born from within,
becoming real—
are we life
creating itself?

10/28/2025

VORTEX VISITOR
Oil on canvas
27 Oct 2025

“Flicker at the Edge”
Lyrics by Mario Caoile

Sidewalk humming, whispers rise
Cars dissolve into distant sighs
A bus exhales, shadows glide
A glance, a world—then brushed aside

You are light, moving through air
A presence felt, always there
The breeze unwinds, the hour folds
A universe shimmers, soft and bold

Blue sky, golden glow, open air
A shadow blinks—was I ever there?
Okey dokey, time unwinds
Spring is calling, but leaves no signs

At the vanishing point, the air hums low
A door with no frame, nowhere to go

A flicker at the edge, a breath, a spark
Eternal beings in a world so stark

10/27/2025

They have turned yellow,
a quiet car of shadows
rides through leaf and sun.