Life is a play. We play many parts, when the curtain is drawn, what will it all mean? Peace is a process, not an acquisition
I am a prisoner, a pauper, a poet, a painter and an author. I am a father and a son. My life is more than half over. It feels like I was born here in this cage, and when I die it will be my mausoleum. Life is a play. We play many parts, when the curtain is drawn, what will it all mean? Peace is a process, not an acquisition. Hear me, I am the silent one, the one you cannot see, then I shall fade away. Think before you feel. Be careful, life is full of negative emotions.
Breathe!
Body And Soul
Is love a desire and lust a need?
Is lust a desire and love a need?
The body has needs
The heart has capacity
Control of one is possible,
But are both?
Or is all truly illusion?
Do we control anything at all?
Love we cannot demand
It must be given freely
Yet we can open out hearts to love
Though to love is not always wise
Lust demands a payment from the soul
Love rarely remains unbroken
When all is done
When life and love and lust are through
Only death remains
Life and Death are opposites
Are Love and Lust?
Death knows no weakness
Only Purpose
Love Sorrow
Imprisoned corpses shake the ground
In a box of iron ore, limestone, silica sand
A container and magnet for negativity
Love rarely remains unbroken
Flying wingless detritus
Sorrow is a ghost of pain and grief
Immortality of spirit
Pale horse frowned
That a heart cannot be stolen
It must be freely given
Entertainment grabs your mind
Love hangs on a cross only as a symbol
Of our unwillingness to reply in kind
Though to love is not always wise
Man, you have some talent! Really liked the painting wit the water wheel/mill house and the babbling brook. I could almost hear the water!
Keep on painting… you’re good!