Our life-tree has its notches
Where Destiny carves its own spheres.
We try to protect our Circle,
Out of self-preservation and fear
But who can control, the Future, unknown,
Where all. will some day disappear.
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In the desperate silent hours,
Loneliness devours towers,And there is no place to hide.
There we stood,
In the silence of the hall.Nothing mattered, not at all,Not a word was said, and then,Suddenly, I know not when,My Soul left me, with a start,And went straight into your Heart
The artistic revelation,
Sometimes goes beyond the Artist, himself,It is not a question of education,But of Illumination,A type of Sainthood,An unexplainable Inspiration,Explodes! Into True artistic creation,That is born Suddenly!Without, hesitationAnd I believe that in this Miracle,Lies the unanswered Mystery,Of All Creation.
The artist understands,
The emotional earthquakeThat life and love do cover,And can artistically conveyHuman understandingBringing us closerTo one anotherIn a most amazing wayAs Life is given,To color and clay.Whether in a painting, poem or play,The true Artist has so much to sayAbout Love and human expression,His song to Life’s mysterious processionBecomes at times, a life long obsessionAnd his…
Eyes that say no lies,
ProjectingFeelings without words,Eyes, silently heard.
Not all we write
If ever,Not all we feel,Is ecstasy,Whenever,But if what’s writtenIs sincerely feltCommitted,We can rejoiceAnd bless, our choice,In between, aboveThe useless Noise,Well, fitted