Note to self…

Art is all about beauty. Like beauty, it’s in the eye of the beholder. Some people find art in the simplest ideas or creation. For others it takes something so complex it’s almost unexplainable. Note to self…Art doesn’t have to be difficult for it to mean something. The artist doesn’t have to go through a gut-wrenching period of creation. Some do, some don’t, some don’t even think of their creation as art.Note to self…Where do you see art?

Lying in sandThe ...

Lying in sandThe water washes over my bodyBreatheHoldSubmergedThe water pulls my bodySlowCreepTo the depthsAs it retreatsBreathe againThe moon has long ago setAnd the sun is still hours awayHere I lieFully clothedExposedTo the many eyes Of the night skyPiercing the darknessAbove meRacingAcross the skyIn the distanceAn eye closesFor the last timeFallingTo join me in the depthsLeaving a scar in my thoughtsOf it's departing,A bright YellowgreenbluewhiteDescentBreatheHoldSubmergedThe water tells me The fallen was receivedAnd it wished me luckAs it retired to the depthNo longer holding its breathTruly freePeacefulBreathe againThe remaining eyesSparkleRemembering One of their ownThe wind also remembersWhisperingTo me of the GreatnessOf what I have witnessedIt tells me storiesNot only of greatness, butSadnessJoyBeautyOf weddingsAnd funeralsPicnics and campfires All visited tonightThus a new education beginsTaught by MotherEarthAttended by all who waitHave patienceAnd listen

She just...

She just left here…(30 min ago)I already miss herWe held each other so closely,I lost myself

She just...

She just left here…(30 min ago)I already miss herWe held each other so closely,I lost myself

Quickly, Quietly...

They come from all sidesContentmentJoy,Excitement,Wrapping me eternally, inLove, Tenderness, Warmth.Does she feel this way ever?Does she understand?With three simple wordsShe makes meA better man

I play and she sings

Something I once only dreamed aboutIt's hard to play when she singsI want to devote all of my attention to herNo guitar can sound sweet enoughUnder Her voiceIt's a beautiful struggle Her voice against…everythingIt pulls me underInto a quiet place,PeacefulYet I must continue to playWhen I do stopShe looks at me softlyI am still regaining consciousnessDoes she know where I have been?

It seems I can eit...

It seems I can either write or play guitar...and I chose guitar for now.

The screen...

The screen sits in front of me blank, and yet I look at it. I wait for something to read. I wait for something to fill it from the depths. Another consciousness takes over and words begin to stream onto the page. With every clear though out of the way, writing becomes easy. It has been hard of late to give way to this consciousness. It remains locked in a cell, writing on the walls to keep sharp. “What is this,” I ask?“You will see one day,” it says with a frown.“What language is that?”“Its gibberish, that is what you see isn’t it,” it replies coldly.I decide it’s best for it to be locked up, as I walk away. There’s no telling what it might say…must be careful right now

If I were...

If I were a work of art, I would be M. C. Escher's Lizards.I am a bizarre juxtaposition of the real and the unreal. Based in the realm of mathematics, my two-dimensional appearance belies a complex and free-willed behaviour which both delights and confuses people.Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

Lame…I ...

Lame…I amLuckily we don’t put humans downInstead we make them sit around and do nothing We confine them to the bed, remote in one hand, phone in the otherConfine…can’t think of a better word, well, maybe incarcerateThere really is only so much you can do without walkingHave I mentioned I don’t like sitting still?

SittingWaiting pat...

SittingWaiting patientlyResting peacefullyThe darkness covers Like a heavy cloakOnce while walking Thorns scarred this cloakLittle holes In random sequenceMark their footprints

Insides...

Insides screamingOutsides moaningBoth wanting to leaveCan’t stand this place anymoreRunning not looking backSanity has long been goneMaybe I should go look for it…

I...

I have been discovered....

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The night is beautifulWalking hand in hand The cool air, the windIt whispers of rain…Rain pouring on usClothes become soakedNeither seems to noticeNeither seems to careConversation spills outFaster than the rain Soaking into our mindsBringing growth, new beauty

I wait for...

I wait for your words…I scan old words for new meanings, which, I may have missedI consume them, lest they consume meI read the lines, and then I read between themEach new thought I want to experienceI wait for your words…I wait for your words…Checking often, and then checking againEach bit allows me to see youWith imagery you form pictures in my headEmotions, dreams, and talents, they all shine throughI wait for your words…I wait for your words…With them I see you, often in a new wayAlways fluid and always changingI see beauty when I look at your wordsI see your world and my own through new eyesI wait for your words…I wait for your words…I drink of the meaning; sometimes salty, sometimes sweetBitter, spicy, you know them allHow nice it must be, to walk in your worldWith such imagination, character, and thoughtsI wait for you…

I lie and ...

I lie and wait for two things Neither of which I am ready forThey come whether I am ready or notThere is nothing to prepare That would require acknowledgement Acknowledgement of their existenceOr…of their impending arrivalWhy do I meet these with such dread today?So many other times I have been readyReady…not an adequate word reallyExcited does the feeling more justiceWe all go through these times, no?The shear turnaround…maybe it has useAppreciation…of the normalWhich in itself can be quite boring at timesOk it’s no longer dull…let’s go back to the normIf that would fix this uneasiness I would be too luckyLucky…another injustice…try auspiciousA less common word, for a less common feeling“Is there a greater evil,” I wonder aloud?You see, if there is a greater evil,There is a lesser one to matchYes there it is…both of these must visit at different timesI take the lesser, and invite its appearanceA message to my subconscious…“Hold all of my calls, I’m unavailable…”

Sinking, sailing, soaring fast; Dip, dive, upside down; (Let it roll off your tongue)

(pull, reach…pull, reach, breath…pull, reach…pull, reach, breath)the water slaps against the boat’s side, creating it’s own tempoone that defies the tempo in my head, yet it’s sound drives methe mist rising off the water begins to greet the new dayit is a blanket that I slide under, it comforts methe mist also magnifies the silence silence which roars in my head insisting I come here againcome here alone(pull, reach…pull, reach, breath…pull, reach…pull, reach, breath)the mist creeps up and around me enveloping me in a white cloudI can no longer see the oarlocks and my eyes are of no useI hear nothing beyond the water and voices in my headas these senses become useless others intensifythe taste and smell of salt in the thick airthe rough feel of the oars in my handsstraining and flexing against the wateryes, I’ll come again

When my world ...

When my world collided with yours There were fireworksWhen I close my eyes I can still see the show

I playe...

I played guitar today until my fingers bled…blast these bodies for such weaknesses.

Oh G...

Oh God, you are rightand I am wrongI am forever weakAnd you are always strongI am on my kneesWaiting for your wordI am begging "Please,consume me with your fire."

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Time is suc...

Time is such a burden…I have decided to ignore it.

Lac...

Lack of sleep has finally caught up to me. Tonight I will sleep as a starving person eats...slow and long, enjoying every minute. Come to me in my sleep, I will be waiting.

As I speak, yo...

As I speak, you are singingI am sure you’re not thereYou shouldn’t haven’t answeredYou don’t pretend to careI tell you my storiesI tell you my fearsBut all you here is staticAnd never notice my tearsOur paths crossed brieflyAnd then, briefly againIf our paths are still togetherThen we have lost them as well

These...

These still waters; quite deep I’m toldMany harsh currents you will never see While the top of the water sitsCalm, peaceful, and relaxingThe vastness below holdsFear, rebellion, and angerTo pass over this waterYou must tread lightlyWhat a great ship couldn’t tameA small vessel glides about freely

I sit ...

I sit aloneWaiting for youWhy have you left meWhat did I doI begin to trembleBut I will remain calmMy calls are not answeredSo I stand up aloneAs I look downA lifeless body still thereIt could no longer handle the painThe heart and soul had dealt out It stood up comatose and emptyAs it agonizingly walked into the distanceI decided it was for the better, of both it and meWe could no longer hold each other back

As time goes ...

As time goes byI hide behind the screenJust waiting for something Something unseenTime will healTime will wear outTime will break down wallsAnd time will rebuildGive me patience…

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What should I sayYou know who I amYou see me nowYou grow impatientYou begin to doubtMust you know now