On the brink of the end you come to life
Lacking in the day to day strife
Forgetting to love
Communication awakes you briefly
We will wait and see
Will the heart mend fully?
We will wait and see
Lonesome and vacant I am
My body a dry land
Forgetting to love
Words of forgiveness, acknowledgments
Finding our way all over again
Forgetting to love
Communication awakes you briefly
We will wait and see
Mended heart?
We will wait and see
This is not so easy
You try to please me
Forgetting to love
Chipping away at erosion
Keeping my eyes wide open
Forgetting to love
Communication awakes you briefly
We will wait and see
Full heart?
We will wait and see
Saturday, December 24, 2016
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Peroxide for my soul
It's amazing how much power we can allow one person to dictate our emotions on a whim, dime, split second. The extremes of a natural high to the darkest depths of depression, even suicidal thoughts, in mere seconds and unable to get back to that positive high for days and days. Peroxide for my soul please.
Monday, June 6, 2016
A Good Night's Sleep
There's an energy that keeps us up at night, a special need to be great at what we do, to almost be the best, or just good enough to be seen. Ambition keeps us grounded and floating on clouds just above it. There is a delicate balance to achieve maximum velocity on a daily basis.
I'm striving to keep up the work, the pride, and the delivery I need my audience to view, but also for my ultimate satisfaction and stamp of approval. I am not the best, I will never be the best, because as long as I look up to another creator, artist, then I am not the best. Guidance is golden. To journey safely and without extreme mistake, a mentor will be helping me along, someone I hope all of my art companions have.
To be lucky, to be sound of mind, to become and maintain a full of life attitude is a goal, a struggle, a compliment if noticed. We are not perfect, but we can create something one of a kind, something, possibly, never seen before. We skim the surface, even when immersed fully, of a powerful and creative juice.
To be an artist, to be seen as an artist, to hear your self referred to as an artist, can only be met with the most grateful, humble, and cheesy smile.
Cheers to me and my fellow artists on maybe, if we're lucky, one good nights sleep.
I'm striving to keep up the work, the pride, and the delivery I need my audience to view, but also for my ultimate satisfaction and stamp of approval. I am not the best, I will never be the best, because as long as I look up to another creator, artist, then I am not the best. Guidance is golden. To journey safely and without extreme mistake, a mentor will be helping me along, someone I hope all of my art companions have.
To be lucky, to be sound of mind, to become and maintain a full of life attitude is a goal, a struggle, a compliment if noticed. We are not perfect, but we can create something one of a kind, something, possibly, never seen before. We skim the surface, even when immersed fully, of a powerful and creative juice.
To be an artist, to be seen as an artist, to hear your self referred to as an artist, can only be met with the most grateful, humble, and cheesy smile.
Cheers to me and my fellow artists on maybe, if we're lucky, one good nights sleep.
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