human thoughts
tapping into imagination
worlds to dream of
dreaming is human
with physical exertion
real materials and paint
an artist exists
to explore and test
many boundaries
ART draws us closer
to all that it means
to have a living soul...
The electric buzz of cicadas
A summer morning symphony
From natures wild orchestra
Hungry birds, honey bees
Spoiled by urban sounds
Ofbeat hoovers
Power drills
Idling
Bus
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...
Set abroad up track,
Und't leafy cover o'er 'ead.
Turn up't vale,
T' where t' breadth of lands unfolds beneath.
Stay a while.
List' t' breeze tellin' y' its tale.
Speech hush'd in lazy air.
Watch now,
Swallows dance unbound above,
Small 'uns patter in't heath grass.
Take in.
And wand' o' t' mighty awe of bein'.
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.
I am having a sort
Of mental block
A whirlwind of thoughts
Under lock
I can feel them
Swirling all around
But I refuse
To write them down
If I did, they may
Be considered true
But I dont' know
What I am supposed to do
I know this restriction
Is self-imposed
And it inhibits
My ability to grow
So here I sit
Stuck at the #crux
Wondering if I have
Run our of fucks