creations
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we're dead while living.
we're living
but not breathing
we were alive
before being born,
we grow without growing
we see without seeing
we hear
but not everything
we know
A haiku...
Robots rule the world
Making decisions for us
Capturing our brains
No longer can we
Live freely and humanely
Prisoners on Earth
What we created
Its marks are left
As the future turns into past
And the past becomes all but memory.
It can be found wearing
The gold paint of its author.
To every page turned
Its sweet, silent voice
Why don't you paint me like I am?
Dancing and singing
Full of life
Always looking for adventure, never looking for trouble
With close family and friends by my side
Why don't you paint me
Like I am
I could say I write because it is an outlet, a way to release anger from a broken past and broken family.
I could say I write because my mom was not there, because sometimes I write to convince myself that I don't hate her.
Look up at the sky, what do you see?
I see a bird looking down at me.
What does it see when it looks at me?
Nothing, as I see nothing in me.
Why do you not have any hope?
Away in her room, the little maiden sits,
Sent there for throwing too many fits.
Her brunette locks rest on her broad shoulders and cascade down,
I am a writer
A musical writer
I write in song
in rythmic song
my writing has notes
my writing may be notes
It may be whacked
Or out of order
but this is my writing
Stop
Listen
The thrumming of the music
Vibrating through your mind
Painting a picture no other can see
Stroke
Erase
Your hand moves on its own
Making the mind real
The creations from within, are inner expressions of my core self, spilled onto the canvas & Paper.
The creations from within, is a tool I use to connect with my higher guidance to guide me through new creative pathways.
So, tell me, now who made this mouth of clay?
What mighty being formed you from the dust?
The One who watches you by night and day,
And hears you every thought in open trust;
The Man who takes upon your heavy load,
The brush of life paints a beautiful peice of work depending on how the artist reacts to the changes of the canvis.Using paints better known as emotions the stroke of hands that have seen both death and life within the same year glide with grace.
