Tag: art
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Song of Seeing
Our demons dwindle when we dance with them But to find the right rhythm is a journey and to sing a song that liberates, an unbridled voice willing to break the gates of heaven, must be uncovered only a broken child as audacious and unsettled as a thousand storms can bring peace to the unquieted…
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Splitting Stars of August
I wonder if the stars above us are chances, or glances, or sparkles left in the eyes of the past or innocence lost, snuffed out at the staggering hands of time or left behind by an indifferent mind at the wayside… Once lost, who can restore the lost light of the eyes? or revive a…
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Orchestra
We are people and pieces people in pieces trying to fit, trying to find the grand reunion a reclamation of our birthright a place that whispers “I see you” a place where we are no longer fading, fading fallen pieces a place we know for certain a place that certainly knows us a place where…
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Sombras Burlandose en Makoko
Lo que eran momentos encapsulados, cristalizados en tiempo se han reventados por el despierto de almas lamentandose a bajo de una noche alimentándose en un suelo huérfano todo se oscura y aclara sobre los miles de muertes del sueño aveces la noche forma sus bromas Y convierte las risas entre burlas de sombras me gusta…
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every man a king
O’, Solomon! You had a thousand concubines the finest wine and the wisest mind and your palace was made of gold but in the end you found that without love and laughter the whole of life grows cold but, “it’s all vanity and a chasing after wind”
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Pupil
You care less about things and more about people when you discover there are so many things to love about yourself…
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Crisis
when we lose ourselves the soul experiences terror and over time depression and distraction of the loss Maybe that’s the problem with people we’ve made ourselves sick with pretending…
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Lying and Rising
O’, Jesus! It is better to be an honest devil than a pretentious angel for I found myself to be more of a shackled sinner than a discerning disciple but even in rebellion it’s a tragedy that we’ve made your person an idol and have given no thought to the power of your Love. “Greater…
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The World as Love
Brother Art, hard truths are the best medicine and cold uncurated philosophies are the cures to every crisis may your remembrance and your books be at the side of every man’s dying hour “Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.”
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Masterpiece
O’, Tyson! It was your tears and not your ferocity, the valiant birth of your self-confessed fears and not your unmatched prowessness that gave me a reason to keep fighting “Life is beautiful but you have to accept the good and the bad as being beautiful.”
Healing Through Words 