The Honor in a Creative Life
Inspired by Paul Neglia’s work ‘Blanked Over’ There is honor in being creative, and as it is a reflection of
Read moreInspired by Paul Neglia’s work ‘Blanked Over’ There is honor in being creative, and as it is a reflection of
Read moreInto the fray, the smoky stained air of battle’s frenzied throng, where blood sprays and groans of pain belong, as
Read moreWho comes to thieve my mind, take piece by piece in kind and flood it with lies, and all the
Read moreIn time all things pass, the joy and pain of past but a memory, a lingering perception of being, and
Read moreCaverns deep, light-less shadows swirling like an evening mist descending, where lost thoughts find their place, erased from a conscious
Read moreAmbivalent glares fall short of care, as superficial eyes see not, nor sympathize with reality, as judge some must in
Read moreRain, like drum rolls on tin, multiply in din within the storm in your eyes, and clouds above like dark
Read moreWhen can wrong become right in a mind of reason, coerced by a form of blindness called avarice, when justification
Read moreI call the deep abyss, to qualify my tryst with dark intentions, so clouding my dimensions, agreeable considerations they seem
Read moreBroken rhymes, words absolved, a candle-lit rose wilting within these grey walls, where cold steel and thoughts unspoken try to
Read moreBroken under the weight, we purge ourselves, turn tears into rivers and wallow in our overwhelming circumstances, yet it is
Read moreTethered to a lifeboat, for sure I cannot drown, but there’s a leak in this my lifeboat, a slow and
Read moreImplements of mind render doubt an unkind spectacle, a manacle of impediment, to failure’s deep sediment, at the bottom of
Read moreI run, gasping for breath, heart pounding, every muscle under stress, eyes blurred in frantic dismay, not knowing which direction
Read moreToo choked to speak, too flooded with emotion to reap any epiphany other than being in the moment, as so
Read moreQuestions like clouds hang low over my mountains, misting the clarity of view, and too, I see green yearning pines
Read moreRuptured colors bleed in profuse rainbows, skies just a canvas for the carnage of light inspired, and suns and moons
Read moreHow starkly reality sometimes creates an affront, that can take our breath away, be it beauty or dismay, the nature
Read moreThe subjective nature of art and its expression can be hated, loved or worse, looked on ambivalently. But beauty is
Read moreAfferent moves captured by a melodious groove, imparted by music’s silken allure and eyes-closed pleasure seen in notes and colored
Read moreIn sweet release a passing thought does fade, spinning so gracefully its colored form dissipating, and anchored are those thoughts
Read moreTwisted claw and limbs crumpled, head of beast and face displaced and coupled with a gnarled body barely moving rise
Read moreHit me where it hurts, pigeon-toed and bent, a grimace for a smile and all the while the sense of
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