The Artist [Title pending] - Stream of consciousness exercise.

He/She attacks the page with reckless abandon, with fearless wisdom and thoughts,

Writing stories upon stories of travels to the unknown,

A rebel without a cause and outlaw without a home,

A poet who bleeds ink, an artist who whose tears fill the canvas,

Music through his/her fingertips, a painting with no borders,

Tearing apart reality and rebuilding it with imaginative constructs of emotion,

His/her fingers are rough, but gentle to the touch,

Dancing from page to page, canvas to canvas, note to note, Step to step,

Caressing the keys to an instrument, his/her mind plays out in front of you,

Sketching away the confines of the tangible,

Anarchistic-ally structured in the mind,

he/she runs free within,

This is where he/she writes their wrongs,

Welcome to the badlands of the artistic heart.

Stream of Consciousness exercises. Will work on this again later

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Driven mad by godless emotions he smears the canvas with swirling trees and broad blue skies

With darker intent he shades in the crevasses of his heart to means of toiling away at such odd beauty

Confusion strikes at the oils and turpentine

He feels erased, He feels new, He feels....strange.

The Jester of Lancaster (Limerick)

There once was a jester from lancaster
Who jested in jokes for his master
He slept in the queen's bed
And off went his head
Then he never jested in jokes thereafter.

Fighting Shadows/ Champion

As your thoughts race,
Your fists clench,
Your eyes become more focused,
Your scars begin to burn,
Your heart begins to ache,
You don't know what you feel,
But you feel it,
Is it anger? Is it Frustration? Is it confusion?
You don't know,
All you do is get up,
And begin to strike the air,
A jab, a Hook, an uppercut,
A cross, a bob, a weave,
A topaz, a roundhouse, a step in,
Just fight it out, Just fight it off,
The only way you know how,
Shadow fighting in the darkness,
Here you are the shadow,
Nothing to fight but yourself,
Hearing your fists slice the air,
Feeling your mind become clearer and clearer,
Your muscles begin to tense,
You begin to tire,
Your guard drops slowly,
But you remain focused, Keep staring forward,
Eyes straight ahead, Let them pierce through the darkness,
Eyes like a hawk, sharp but discontented,
The answer isn't there yet, but you see something,
Just keep jabbing, keep stepping in,
Don't let your guard drop, not yet,
Wait for your opening, then strike,
Don't let what's bugging you in, Don't let it in,
Keep the rhythm going, you have to keep going or else you won't know,
Rhythm to the beat, The beat of the heart,
Keep it pumping, keep it going,
You won't let up,
You won't give up,
Keep fighting in the dark,
Till your knees buckle,
Till your knuckles break,
Till your lungs give out,
Till your heart stops,
You can't end it yet, Can't give up it.
You're so close, You just keep pushing forward,
Jab, hook, jab, uppercut,
The light is getting closer,
But then morning hits you,
It's 6:00 am, out of time,
Light shines through breaking concentration,
The light in the darkness fades away and blends in with the light piercing through your windows,
You lose sight of it,
Your fists drop, you sit down,
You look up and utter to yourself,
Almost there....Almost.

Falling Never Felt So Comfortable

As we laid on my bed

I noticed she was a bit too close to the edge.

I told her,” Move in closer I don’t want you to fall”

She told me,”What if I fall? What would you do?”

I told her,” I’d jump to catch you”

She said,” Then you’d fall too!”

I told her,” Then we’d fall together…. The same way we fell for each other…”

Dear Reflection

Don’t tell me no,

Don’t tell me I won’t,

Don’t tell me I can’t,

Don’t tell me I am too tired,

Don’t tell me I am not able to,

Don’t tell me I can’t do this,

Don’t tell me I am exhausted,

Don’t tell me I am too shy,

Don’t tell me to stay down,

Don’t tell me not to get up,

Don’t tell me it is not possible,

Don’t tell me my limits,

Don’t ever tell me to stop, give up or quit,

You’re the one person who can tell me no,

And denying you would be my greatest victory,

But Once

I’m only born but once,

I’ve only lived on this planet but once,

I’m only dead but once,

I’m only young but once,

I’m only old but once,

I’m only less than human but once,

I’m only something more but once,

There’s so much we can only do but once,

Mistakes and dreams are infinite, let me make them,

I can only learn to live but once.

Chameleon Man

I am what you say I am,

For I am Chameleon Man,

A man without name,

A boy without home,

No race to call my own,

No country with warm embrace,

I am everything you say,

Yet....I am not,

I am nothing to you,

Yet I blend into everything,

A silhouette of cellophane,

That I am,

For I am Chameleon Man.

Resonance

Stay thine hands child, for fear grips it,
Keep warm of heart within this bitter sadness,
Make amends within thine soul for it shall forever be stained by the past,
There is nothing that can be done now or possibly ever,
But keep true to thine own words and actions,
and you will see prosperity within future endeavors and agonies that pains you,
To thine happiness stay true.