Running hard andpounding pavements – trying to escape my roots;Damaged, ultimately tainted.Who wouldn’t,whenMom’s a basketcase;Dad an alcoholicto boot? I have no friends. I can’t talk to them;And not becausethat door’s not open…Moreso becauseI don’t want to be like them,and yet somehow still –I’m hopin’… Things will change.I tell myself this;Not sure at this point ifI …
With just a simple thought, the firing of a synapse, the striking of nerves, the launching of cells, power emerges. The power to create – willed with only an unspoken command… rawness and rarity. The epitome of true talent; How beautiful the mind is that even subconsciousness affects reality. 18 September 2019
Bars in your run-on sentences, Unrehearsed profundity in your energetic words. Your every movement an art, poetry in motion… Even standing still, your beauty is unprecedented. For each smile you bestow, my heart laughs in return. And each tear you’ve shed – daggers to my unburdened soul; they water the sunflower in hues of purple …
Eyes of shimmering black velvet, rivaled only by stars; with lights that twinkle from within like diamonds. Smiles seldom but true, words few but direct. Approaching life as it comes, with unexpected, yet deliberate sincerity. As steady and patient as the day is precious; you rush for no one – even as you tightrope the …
To you, beautiful manchild – you, who sees the colors of the souls around him. You who senses the destiny of the world beyond. And you, who masters everything he imagines; Renaissance virtuoso, conductor of art. Quiet confidence in how you listen to the rhythms of intangible energies. You, with a child’s exuberant innocence and …
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity
BUZZWEED QUIZZES
Art Studio Dumfriesshire
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