A notebook that contains the year's art study. Cut and paste or follow the link.
The app for editing this blog did not update so I cannot enter data via iphone. Presently I am working on a solution or reorganization. Will keep you posted.


https://drive.google.com/open?id=0Bwue-fQpLMDpVjZLNVZGQW1Wb28

Inside the Shell

I look at art
And feel the  passion
A poem always in my chest
I hold them close
They must be rationed
My every thought
Must be addressed

A void I fear
Dissolves my passions
Its best to hide so I can feel
This shell protects
My soul from crashing
Yet there's so much
To be revealed

Shelter this heart
when it is breaking
Ease this mind
and its fears
Hold this hand
while it is shaking
When I cry
Will there be tears?

Creative Writing

Another art assignment. This one was kind of a fun creative writing assignment.

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0Bwue-fQpLMDpSklaX2cxbmZKZ0E

Wormhole

Life at middle age is like a wormhole

So much like a vivid dream from my childhood

People lose sight of each other 

While time spins around them

Images and flashes and moments spin by

And they eventually become thankful for solid ground

Where they can stand after years of time have passed

They look for answers on the other side

For all the moments lost

Yet there remains a respect and fear

For things that can pull them back again

Into the uncontrolled spin

Of a wormhole

http://www.space.com/20881-wormholes.html

 

The Dream of Human life

Another art interpretation you might enjoy:                                              https://drive.google.com/open?id=0Bwue-fQpLMDpdWdjMkJDZWY1SFE

The Hidden Shore

We all make mistakes
And they weigh us down
We all play the fool
Stumble to the ground
Let me take your hand
To a hidden shore
Where there is no price
Nothing to die for
Your heart is ever pure
Learn the only truth
All my eyes can see
Is the inner you

And you matter
More than any rule
Shout this to the crowd
Whisper it in your room

Let the critics cry
Let the prudent pay
Let the hateful cringe
And the gossips say
Let them see themselves
Mirrors never lie
When we face the truth
Every word will die

You matter
More than any rule
Shout this to the crowd
Whisper it in your room

Impressions

Words cross the air to be heard

Two exchange more than mere words 

Irrevocable love crosses through space 

Making impressions time won't erase

Though hearts seek to find their own peace

What's impressed on a heart isn't released 

The store of what's given and received 

Begs to be heard and believed

Though reason tries its best to assuage 

Actors join in on the stage 

A person begins to feel 

Impressions are all that are real

Media and Motives

This time I did a comparison and contrast between ancient artifacts. I hope you enjoy it. The study is fascinating and even with recent art gaining understanding concerning the media and the motives people put into their art makes viewing much more enjoyable.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0Bwue-fQpLMDpUzgzWmdJdWo0M2s/view?usp=sharing

If I Could Write

If I could write a song
to make it all okay
We'd smile again
Joke about friends
The evening would end
With little left to say

We would sit in the quiet
and stare at the stars
Rest underneath
Our hearts at peace
No one to please
Love wouldn't be so far


If I could write a book
to make it all okay
A fairy tale starts
Two people embark
Never to part
Together fly away

We would soar above the clouds
And look out at the sky
The view would be grand
We're holding hands
Won't care to land
Forget the word goodby

The Arts

The thing about the arts, be it poetry, music or visual is that they reach deep into a place in our inner being. The deep passions felt in them are expressed with more honesty than our superficial day to day interactions. The strength of honest passion brings a certain pleasure but when contrasted to day to day realities the desire to be there continually can cause depression. It takes a certain strength to step in and out and live in normality with zeal after the visit.  Creating and expressing are more taxing than simply reacting. But the depth is worth it. An artist does best when he chooses not to abandon passion out of fear anymore. Yet at the same time he will respect boundaries that have been drawn. 

Formal Elements

Art is similar to poetry. I have been taking a course on art and learning its formal elements.
Here is a recent assignment I thought you might enjoy.
Art review

Why?

I don't get it 

How can I be loved so profoundly? 

I did not earn it 

It's not that I'm  unlovable

I am passionate 

And caring

But why want me? 

I fumble love 

And don't give what it is due 

Yet it still pursues me somehow 

I am thankful 

Yet my heart is confused 

Why would someone love me? 

I pretend it's my due 

When others give it freely

I need it desperately 

But don't deserve it 

My heart says

Why me?

  

Avoidance

It's the sweetest confusion 

A pleasurable pain 

I should avoid it 

But I'm back here again

I packaged it up 

In neat little words 

Stored on a shelf 

And called it absurd 

It finds a way back 

Ignores my restraint 

Acts like a muse 

Mocks my complaint 

Solutions

What can a person do when love gives no respite?

When the heart skips a beat for fear it's out of sight 

Where can love be sent so it doesn't wander back?

And cause the soul to tremble, with anxiety attacks

Can it up in jars and make a good preserve 

Then open up the can after a few years 

Put it in a trunk, stow it on a ship 

Give a kiss goodby and send it on a trip

Put it in a rocket and send it to the moon 

Send it on a light beam to a star you like to view

Every place love goes is made better I am sure 

It's just really tough when the person isn't here

 

Little Bird

I'm so thankful little bird that you're okay

Though I'm sad you had to fly away 

I see you sitting on the branches with your friends 

I'm glad your broken wing is on the mend 

I still can hear your songs inside my head 

You are welcome any time to sing again 

If you're ever lonely or in need 

Just fly up to my place and have some seed 

If I had two wings
The songs we could sing
In the sun's golden hues
We'll share an awesome view

A Shoe Story

A pair of shoes sits on the table at a baby shower

Everyone is anticipating what the person will be like who fills them.

Too soon another pair appears on the feet of a stumbling toddler 

Then the child tries daddy's shoes and clunks around the room

Through out life these shoes will be hard ones to fill 

School shoes park by the door in the summertime 

Children are too busy filling days with laughter to fill shoes

Sports shoes are fitted and with them comes responsibility

Bare feet become a thing of the past.

Feet are now used for dancing, cheering and playing

This means many kinds of shoes of different shapes and colors

High heels and work boots now wait in the closet to be filled with feet

Comfortable shoes make it easier to carry children. 

But grandpa's shoes are so out of style!

Before long they sit idle as he looks at his  feet lying in bed

The grandchildren stand on tip toes in their busy shoes to plant a kiss 

So goes another generation of shoes

 

Lousy Liars

They were lousy liars 

That truth was plain to see

How do you break the rules

When you never could deceive  

How can there be stealth 

When you cherish honesty 

They never could keep secrets 

That's how it started anyways

Keeping feelings to ourselves

Is the way we should behave 

Spontaneous attraction

Was the price they had to pay

This will never change

They're committed to the truth

Some things are good to know

When the curtain is removed

There's a joy and yet a pain 

When lying's not for you

  

Firefly

I met a firefly one night

We soared to the greatest heights

It brushed my cheek 

And settled on a blade of grass

I put it in a jar on a twig

This didn't feel right so I removed the lid  

It was used to jar living 

And chose to stay inside

Soon in the field I was playing again  

With dozens of fireflies around my head

This time I'd give none a glance

But hurried off to bed 

Proud

I remember way back when 

Children played and men were men 

When a mom stayed home it wasn't sin  

We worked through things that were difficult

If you failed at something it was your own damn fault

We didn't back down, we were full of salt

 

A tough man knew to endure offense 

And rise above without getting tense 

People then had more sense 

It was no ones business how you voted

Kept your word and stayed devoted

Didn't need criticism candy coated

No one hid behind computer screens

We spoke direct without fake ID's

Unashamed, no image preened 

I'm proud to be a man from then 

When I mess things up I make amends 

When it comes to love, I don't pretend

 

  

The Scene

Sometimes I'm overwhelmed 

It makes my legs feel weak 

I know you're doing well 

Life is better without me 

Though it doesn't make much sense  

My thoughts just go this way 

I'm so glad that you are well

Yet they still somehow stray

The thoughts within myself 

What can be done differently

To kept ourselves as friends 

Where everyone can breathe

So I replay that old tape 

And rehearse the scenes again 

Where we share each other's smile 

And we'd always be close friends

Places in my Mind

There are places in my mind 

Where I walk through dusty rooms

I should close the doors 

But my heart cannot bear it 

Above the doors are signs 

No entry and lost causes

It is hard to obey them 

To abandon what is cherished 

I sit on the dusty couch 

To dream of a vibrance once there

Though it may not be healthy

It is nonetheless a part of me 

The room is full of promises 

Stuffed into drawers

Though dusty and fragile

They haven't lost their meaning

There will always be a path inside 

My footprints in the dusty floor

This doorknob will not see rust

There will be no last visit 

The shades are drawn 

There are pressing things to do

I must leave for now

And take the light with me

 

Fingertips

Passion at my fingertips 

The piano and guitar 

My keyboard types the words 

Maybe it'll be heard 

After I send it out

I hope a face lights up  

Making it all worthwhile 

I crave those smiles

So will write, dream and play

In case someone hears 

Maybe I'm delusional

At least it's my will

Out they go into the night 

So now they have a place

Pathetic as it may seem 

It's a way to be free 

Straight and Tall

I built a life with hardened brick

My hopes and dreams made them stick

This barricade should give relief 

From wolves that blow and every thief

My soul and I play behind 

We paint graffiti on our side 

These works of art are memories 

Emotions only I can see 

Many know the outside wall 

Where I'm straight and tall 

Occasionally a close friend comes  

Steps behind and brings the sun 

My heart alas thinks we are free 

To display new art for all to see

But then a brick comes flying through 

For safety's sake our brushes move 

What found its way from hand to stone 

Must now endure alone 

But all can see the outside wall

Where I'm straight and tall 

Heart and Soul

I look upon this changing land 

And think about the dreams of man 

They toil to earn a piece of ground

To the land their hearts are bound

They raise their families and then 

The ground returns to where it's been

All that's left are ghosts and trees

Whispering winds and rustling leaves

I feel it too in iron beams 

They built it all to fill their dreams 

Suffered cold for those they loved

Their testiment towers above

I've had my dreams and seen them pass

Built my homes and planted grass 

The day will come when I'll be gone

And leave my love within these songs

Heart and soul is all that lasts 

Time moves on much too fast

The things we build will see decay 

We plant our love and hope it stays

 

Light and Dark

Through the rocks and forest

Light and dark mingle together

Primordial partners in a dance 

Sunlight playfully tumbles through the leaves 

Splashing color on everything it touches 

Darkness, once leading, steps aside

And comes back as larger than life silhouettes

The scene becomes indescribable through water. 

Waves shower shimmering crystals into the air

Light remnants pass the water's surface

Illuminating rocks and fish underneath 

Darkness still hides around the rock edges 

Waiting to partner with shy fish 

Why confine this celebration to one mind?
She must share through the strokes of her brush.

Echoes on the Road

The echo of voices I hear

As I walk on this old dirt road 

My best friend and I 

The mystery of girls 

I would sing country songs 

He would play an air trumpet

Jazz band practice 

I had to sing a rock song 

So he could laugh at my country twist

At least I tried 

I was no Led Zeppelin or Elvis

Yet I knew most songs

We would steal cigars

And stop at the bakery 

For bismarks from beautiful girls 

Ten miles round trip on foot was

Nothing for a couple of adolescents 

We had won the lotto of time

And were burning through hours

His time ran out a few years ago

But I still smile at our antics 

And the secrets we found out

That aren't so secret now 

What an exciting time 

Strange how those years 

Press so hard on one's memory

And I feel like the same person 

While everything else has changed 

As I walk down that old road

The Distance

They met in the sunrise 

When hearts first see 

New passions demanding

Hoping to please

Their innocence wrestled

With the need to explore

The future before them  

Few tools for the war

He thought it took honor

She just wanted admired 

To remove the restraints

That childhood required 

Ideals are confusing 

Desires are the same

They knew it was love

But just couldn't explain

 

Time tries to teach us

Through this haze of existence

Discoveries come  

And love will travel the distance

What are memories?

We are in a constant pursuit of making good memories. What is a memory? The original and natural way to preserve them is by recording them in our minds. An experience passes while our mind picks up the sensory information such as sight and sound as they pass. Our feelings at that time are also recorded. We use words as markers for our feelings as a way to produce a river of expression flowing from our minds into the present moments. 

It is claimed that we should live in the present and leave the past behind when technically there isn't a present. Time rolls on past like a train and we only catch glimpses of moments as they pass by.  It may sound strange to say it, but to say we are living in the present, we can only be referring to the recent past. Having a good present is the act of guiding the passing of time to certain good outcomes we enjoy as it slips by. 

Our mind's responses to our body's senses are really the good we are seeking. Memories are simply a way to bring those the feelings of awe and inspiration back. The present consists of the most immediate and fresh memories of immediate responses. 

Cameras and videos can record a portion of  light reflections during immediate moments, so in addition to the dim picture our mind produces of a memory, we have a vivid color picture of the memory to run through our sight and hearing again. We want to get the good feelings back from that moment again and again. As the current moment slips by, through media, we can insert these past moments into it again and again. 

With poetry and art, a person can put more of these feelings into images of words and paintings for people to view. Theaters give ways to enact what a playwright or a writer put in words to do invoke certain feelings. Sight and sound are combined and steered to produce the feelings the particular writer wanted produced. Our own videos exist to bring back feelings we had when enjoying our friends and family. Paintings can preserve the feelings of an artist in an image. With poetry, the river of words that describe how we feel are preserved to make those passions available to enjoy in the present any time someone reads them. 

 

Questions

Did I choose love 

Did it choose me

Am I a prisoner 

Am I free 

Is this pleasure 

Or lack of pain 

Is it real 

Is it feigned

Do I treat it well

Or do I fail

Will it lose

Can it prevail

I'll keep it close 

Despite my fears

Stand in awe

While love is here 

Knowledge

I wish to know 

Your childhood dreams

Memories held dear

What made you sad 

Who you want to be 

Your favorite haunts 

Your best experiences

People you miss

The things you regret 

Your proudest moments 

I wish to know 

What gives you pleasure

The things you enjoy 

The things you hate 

The smallest things 

I want to hear

Your fondest memories 

Every interest

The things you avoid

Things that inspire 

Every idiosyncrasy

 

I wish to know 

If time would allow 

If duty would step aside 

I wish to know 

You. 

I wish to share 

Smile about differences 

Be amazed at commonalities

Conquer fears  

Give each other hope

Gaze at the clouds 

Attack life together

Listen to crickets 

Admire the flames 

I wish to share 

Us 

 

 

Thanks

I have written 380 poems on this site thus far. At least twenty in the works but also working on music. Keep checking or post ideas! Thanks to all who visit.  

Eyes Closed

He says I love you in the dark 

It helps to ease his aching heart 

Though he knows it's for the best 

His heart won't rest 

He says I love you in the dark 

She wonders if he feels the same

Though they must resist the flame

She feels the words he says each night  

Hopes he's alright

She wonders if he feels the same

They'll have each other in their sight

When their eyes are closed tonight

And it gives them pleasant dreams

Makes them serine

He says I love you in the dark

 

Three Beasts

While walking through the deep

I found them fast asleep

A docent took my arm

Said they mean no harm

You see these forms of love

They're just looking for a home

There were within my sight

Three Beasts of pure delight 

Domesticated love is sought by one and all

Mothers, Dads, and siblings

catch you when you fall

It is strong and good, 

And seek we should 

The ultimate need

On this we all agree

It moves slow and easy 

Self-sacrifice is its fate 

Always there and never late

Object love however, is active all the time

People, things and scenes, 

The focus of the mind 

First it flirts 

Then makes you work 

And when it's acquired 

At once will snuff the fire 

Despised by some

It must pursue 

Needing something new 

Crazy love is the most beautiful to behold 

The least understood yet we seek it like gold 

This rare find 

Can take your mind 

So intense you lose your care 

You will follow it anywhere 

The strong might resist 

As soon as you think it's tame 

It'll overtake again. 

Don't wake that one, my docent said 

It is relentless 

I smiled and thanked him for the warning

As something followed us in the shadows

See the World

We step into the air

Do the rumba in Spain 

Have a peach in the morning 

Then board a plane 

See the pillars of Rome

In the afternoon 

The wine in France 

Makes our hearts swoon 

It might be a dream 

I hope it comes true

This is what I see 

When I think about you 

Palm trees wave

A bright blue sea 

Snorkel a reef 

Dry in the breeze

Counting bricks on a walk

Through the streets of Prague 

Stand on a mountain 

A duet on a stage 

Call it a dream 

I hope it comes true 

The things I see 

When I think about you

Deep green fields 

Along an Irish shore

A dressy hat  

We all adore 

Lunch in a tower 

An awesome view

Made better still  

When I look at you

It might be a dream 

But it's not a lie

I can see the world 

In your fun filled eyes

You Know

Nobody knows me like you do

You really know my inner fool

When I think something's funny 

You are laughing too 

Cuz

Nobody knows me like you do

Nobody knows me like you do

We both believe in the same rules 

When I dare defy them 

You are right there too 

Since

Nobody knows me like you do

Nobody knows me like you do

Even when I'm acting cool

Everything I'm thinking 

You are thinking too

Well  

Nobody knows me like you do

Nobody knows me like you do

A bond that's strong as super glue

If it ever changed

The world would break in two

Yes

Nobody knows me like you do

A Smile

They all stood and stared

When I fell 

What they didn't expect 

Was my smile 

Tough men raged at me 

But paused

At my calm demeanor 

And a smile

 

To those who reject me 

With smug looks 

I steal their satisfaction 

With a smile 

When I love someone 

She knows it 

Nothing can hold back

My smile

When Goodbye is Not a Cure

What do you do when goodbye is not a cure

Thoughts and words bring anxiety

One can only care and not forget

And be silent

To give room for love

Remember what silence says;

An anxious heart wants to hide 

Passion shouldn't be suppressed 

Toward all who hope to enjoy 

The uninhibited joy of who you are

Your heart feels better showing it

And that heart 

Yes that heart 

Is what I care about 

Rhythm

Breathe in 

breathe out 

belief

And doubt 

risk 

And fear 

Talk 

And hear

Breathe in, 

breathe out

Smile 

And pout

Rage

And love

Pull

And shove

Breathe in 

breath out

The rhythm of life 

The Journey

Life starts us on a journey

With a sachet full of dreams

We give them out like candy 

A happy song to sing

Will anyone embrace them? 

With love the priceless gift 

In hope our arms extended 

We are all alike in this 

Some dreams are laid aside

And time can be a thief 

He takes his pay in toil

To shatter our belief

But oh, the love collected 

Each moment it is found

Lives within our hearts

The memories keep us bound

More than a View

Sometimes rather than viewing sunrises, 

I like to feel them 

With my eyes closed there's this certain glow that can be felt

When my mind has been racing in the darkness 

It is a feeling of hope and a new start 

Second guessing and thoughts of the past 

are tapped on the shoulder and told to move along

The birds and starting cars remind me 

others are doing the same

There is a certain sadness that my thoughts must close 

so my focus can turn to the new day at hand  

It can bring excitement if I let it

And I think I will

The West Wind

We set out to sea to forget 

Try to get used to the calm 

The sun will share its solice 

Introducing itself at the dawn

The waves begin rolling

The west wind blowing 

Thunder lights up the sky

When a heart begins knowing 

The treasure we're holding 

We never say goodby

Hold on to the peaceful moments

Cling to the thoughts that bring joy

There's plenty of good to express

And plenty of hurt to avoid  

The waves begin rolling

The west wind blowing 

Thunder lights up the sky

When a heart begins knowing 

The treasure we're holding 

We never say goodby

Raised by the Trees

A beautiful sunrise

Through tree branches 

Dewdrops refract them 

A light show has begun

For a chorus of songbirds 

With a myriad of perches 

On friendly oak fingers 

Young oak leaves 

Applaude summer breezes 

They then exit the stage 

And give aroma to fall air

Trees willingly exposed 

Showing their true selves

With dignity and strength

Standing and swaying

While the cruel elements swirl

Withholding accolades 

Until the spring rains

Over beaches and prairies 

My feet love to travel

Yet open spaces become lonley

Since I was raised by the trees

Thankfulness

Thankfulness 

Wash over me 

Cleanse this needy soul

Ambitions 

Leave success in the cold 

Time 

tells me I am old 

As the present 

Vies for attention 

You never disappoint 

 

No Doubt

Don't stir the embers 

But the fire will burn

Put your mind at ease 

Yet the wheel still turn

Keep that heart in check

Don't let it yearn 

Your feelings get numb

As you're trying to learn

We admire the stars 

And give them a wish

When starting new days

Can an old life exist?

We pursue what brings joy 

The intention is bliss

At the end of each day 

Something is missed 

We love certain ones

Who help our heart out

It may not seem wise 

But they take away doubt

Connecting with them

Is what life is about 

Your Name

I hope you don't mind 

If I borrow your name 

Without your sweet face

Nothing's the same 

But I can whisper it softly

When my heart is in pain 

I hope you don't mind 

If I borrow your name

When I sit on a bench 

And watch the sun rise 

I can dream how the colors 

Play in your eyes

Of all the great words 

I can exclaim

None bring more joy 

Than the sound of your name

When life becomes hard 

My mind goes insane 

It gives me a calm

I cannot explain  

When all seems a loss

Our love will remain 

I hope you don't mind 

If I borrow your name  

Sunbeam

In the morning light

To a smile I woke

A playful sunbeam 

And she whispered spring

My skin felt warm

On the place she danced

She then kissed my cheek

And I saw the beach

This delightful touch

Made my senses swoon

In a summer breeze

And we both were pleased 

A Ray of Light

When rays of light shine around the edges

I want to crash the door 

Then I step back embarrassed at the damage 

My foolish passions wreck 

But I do learn from my mistakes

Albeit slowly  

Every bright ray should be savored for what it represents

A diamond needs but a small portion of light to be beautiful. 

 

The Promise

The fear we sometimes get 

Is someone might forget

Let's settle it right now 

And make this simple vow 

I promise you one thing

Within my memories 

You will always live 

If it's all that we can give 

So I leave this song for you 

It has a special tune 

Just hum it to yourself 

When you're feeling overwhelmed

The greatest gift we give 

Is to let each other live 

With a heart that's full of peace 

Enjoy the gentle breeze

I'm reminded constantly

By the birds when they sing

And the stars the way they shine 

You and I are fine 

A few words

Many of these poems are actually lyrics. I don't just get words when inspired but also get music. So recently I have applied time to music theory to better figure these things out. It is awesome to express what I hear. I have been making use of my piano too. Some is being written to sheet music to preserve what comes out. With recording programs and everything involved, it is a lot of fun but takes up a ton of time, and is very slow since I am an amateur. 

Lately I have been listening to Americana ballads. I change genres all the time. Sometimes my poems reflect it. I also have dozens of incomplete ones I keep to myself. So don't think I am neglecting this blog if I take a little time between... Life is good. 

The plan is to eventually publish a few songs for the fun of it. The process is a long one from start to finish. I already have poems in book form and should add a few more to publish them too. 

The Expert

You ask how to forget someone

So if you'd like to hear 

Just pull up that old chair 

And pour yourself a beer 

You can say that I'm an expert 

I can help if you are green 

There's a lot of ground to cover 

If you want change your scene

Some say to use your humor

You can call it all a joke 

A person only laughs so long 

Till the tears begin to choke 

You could fill your time with projects 

A mind needs occupied 

But watch those little pauses 

When your thoughts begin to slide

Maybe travel to earths corners

Distance is the key 

Fill your sight with newness 

Try to erase the memories 

Mornings can be the toughest 

Especially when you dream

Just rise a little early 

Threre are always things to clean

The list goes on forever

There's not a single answer here

So let's enjoy a small reprieve

While we sit and drink our beer

Aware

Should I write a doleful song? 

Are conclusions all forgone?   

My soul was made aware

As our time was fondly shared

I've found someone who knows 

How I look with heart exposed 

So when your heart is sad 

The good seems less than bad 

Look at what you've given me

And I will hold on patiently

Let good thoughts become yours

Through the trials and through the wars

And I hope in some way too

I can do the same for you

What If

Two happy souls lived at what is 

On the street of whatever will be 

They discovered whatever happened

Moved closer and strained to see

There they found what could have been 

Yet most of the town was too old

The place called what if was much newer 

But the weather soon became cold

Now they're back in their homes at whatever is

While their minds still reminisce

On the road to whatever happens

They know there's a place called what if

 

 

Difficulties

In difficulty one approach is to use humor's eyes 

Though choices are tough there are still absurdities

We can choose to feel buried or with humor rise 

Yet the risk with written words is that it can seem cruel 

Even when the heart is far from cruelties grasp

Too many things have meanings that are dual.

But those who know each other's hearts 

eventually figure it out.  

Night and Day

The bright sun slipped in and out of hiding

Behind racing clouds, its movement unnoticed 

Day spent, the master of time looked tired 

Yet he scattered his rays making a beautiful show 

Giving evening spark to romantic dreams.  

In his absence the world will draw closer

Huddled together unseen yet very much alive

Using senses that remain with no need of light 

A slow world of repose patiently waits for dawn 

Silence fills the void as though connected to the darkness

Creation holds its breath, knowing the sun will be faithful  

A flash, ever so slight excites the songbirds 

The sun reaches across the sky with glowing fingers 

Pulling himself upward while spilling brilliant colors.

From this start, life skips merrily on its way  

His warmth and light delighting the senses 

While in the distance, others wait for his glorious return  

 

Thoughts

You cross my mind 

A flash of light 

Traveling through my thoughts

Every beam of light

Gives me pleasure

As they Dance with my wishes

I know you sent them 

And it makes me smile 

So I send thoughts to you. 

 

 

Love and Hate

As a kid I saw injustice 

Domestic violence 

It wasn't mother's tears 

But the lack of them 

That caused my soul to rage 

Her love was offered like a dove 

He broke its neck

But the cycle was broken  

Things change over time 

I have to lay aside the hatred

Lest it consume me 

And avoid things that remind

Lest the demand for justice 

Destroyes love in everyone's lives

I also found a love for someone 

That goes to the core of my being

I thought what was in my hand 

Had been rejected

My soul raged because it cut so deep

But I had been misinformed

And so this love began to consume me 

I had to lay it aside

While many things remind me of her

I must focus on the good 

There is so much love to give others  

God forbid this demand for justice

destroy love in everyone's lives

Strange how hatred and love 

Can be so similar. 

When things cut deep into a soul

It is impossible to forget  

We can only lay it aside 

for a time 

Calm the raging voice 

Chose to give love 

And do what is best 

Masterpiece

It comes as a feeling 

Starting in your chest 

You look at the mountains 

Take a deep breath 

An inspiration 

grips your heart

Everything's clear

Bringing a tear

Impressing your soul 

It's what we live for 

We're passionate beings

Look past the illusion 

What's your heart seeing? 

Let the music keep playing 

Let the image give awe 

Rhythms are beating 

We're a part of it all

This word is our gallery 

We make the art 

A great masterpiece

Meet the artiste 

Alive in your heart.