do we dare exposure
must we lurk in the shadows
of ever changing cultural norms
the genuine self always knows
no matter what lies we spray on
for others to see and believe
we can never truly hide
we can only seek...
Another canoe piece for The Indigenous Diabetes Health Circle. They also asked me to work on ANOTHER project featuring FEET (Diabetics can have a lot of foot issues). I am a busy busy artist!!
In solitude's embrace, I gasp for air,
Loneliness, my constant, lingering affair.
A solitary figure, wandering in despair,
Echoes of silence, a burden I bear.
Amidst the crowds, I stand unseen,
A phantom in a world so keen.
Each passing day, a relentless routine,
Gasp by gasp, my soul's longing keen.
The stars above, they twinkle and weep,
Yet in their beauty, my sorrows seep,
Gasping for solace, in dreams I leap.
Watching the voters crush old roads in new
expressions of metal and ceramic
ego, I realise why the social
always fails. The idea to pull the few
from their plump beds of greed, oil, and plastic
simply breaks when the many choose woeful