The resolution is to be a producer
An action taker. To be productive, until it becomes your life
For what could be more beautiful than the full life of a rose?
Over the last few weeks I’ve taken steps to set myself up for short term wins. It’s paying off. I drew this rose this morning and I admit I was a little rushed. I was up into the late hours again, watching the night for all it might share. Of course I woke up and had to start a little fire in order to get as much as I could accomplished smoothly. The rose suffered a little. I don’t regret that though. I let it flow as my current state was. It certainly is interesting to see how my condition comes out in what I produce.
So here it is A Rose A Day. I hope you’ll join me on this and all my other journeys. Don’t be afraid to contact me. Remember you are fantastic, and you can certainly achieve your goals. You just have to start moving in their direction!
The experiences that take a life through the beauty and struggle of becoming more fulfilled, told in poetic back and forth perspectives of two soul-mates. Due to circumstances beyond their own control neither get what they want, and must learn to let go and live happy regardless
I remember watching her hurt. Ruby Red Runnin’ stop lights
through her nostrils to cross her lips.
If she could see how beautiful it is, I know she’d never quit.
The look for her next fix, she’s cold and needs the burn
Or the bite of her sun, and the sting of the stars
along her arms, and on her tongue, and down her thighs,
her crescent lights. Alone she can’t lift her soul,
alone she won’t lay, no for she hates the cold.
Her smile is found in the warmth.
He looks at me like everything is fine,
but it’s on the inside he’s dying, of his own pondering.
Can’t see anything past his self aggrandizing.
Like he is everything right with this side of the Pleiades,
He knows he is faulty; dangerous to let him love me,
He’s unfinished art like something a painter realized
was a lost cause. Not something worth working on.
He’s broken all along this death march.
He asked her if she was okay, and she shot him a fierce glance,
that smeared the blood across her cheek.
If he didn’t rise, he’d consume himself.
Though that sweetness, that fiery mind, he was hooked.
Her taste his sole desire.
Her desire to feel what She’s always felt,
Could only end up empty. He sounded full of life,
but his was ending.
Okay that’s it for now! I’ve got a lot I’m working on, but I know I’ve got stuff for everyone.
This is a call for beauty!
A threading of the internal art,
To sew into the physical,
A bridging of the two,
Long over due!
For anyone with a pulse to become,
Moved to create!
“Create thyself, and let no one else!” – IV
I will be drawing a rose every day and posting it here.
This rose will be a form of expressing my personal growth.
I won’t be looking at anything. It will flow as I feel it should.
I will simply aim to create; exploring the eye of my mind.
It will of course be accompanied by insightful (I hope) words of mine.
I will be vulnerable. I will show to you everything one would need to tear me apart.
I think not being afraid to show vulnerability is a great strength.
It moves people. It brings them to you like a gravity of sorts.
They can feel your aura in the way you carry yourself.
I implore you to join me. Let’s bring the world something wonderful!
This is just the start.
I’ve been conjuring from the Aether,
Hewing from the Arch my art.
The results will be a motion.
It will echo out into the nights,
around the world in time for sunrise.
It will be a book of depths.
Pain that births happiness.
Be the journey!
We get older and our beds get bigger.
As we just get closer or further apart,
do we tell one another
what has been or currently is in our heart?
Do we hope and long to hear an answer
to a question we withhold?
Why cry inside and water our fears?
We should sing on the outside and give voice to our hearts!
Breathing, in subtle nuances of a head placed well on a shoulder
or the gentle nudge of coming closer,
Some things can’t be seen with the eyes
Only felt through the short moments of this night
Despite the fleeting cold we still hold hands;
There is warmth beyond physical condition,
A sense that should you feel, could take you to new places
There may be nothing more tragic in this world than the loss of a life’s truth unearthed,
For little do we know, we are all working towards the same balance. We’re all important.
She moved to me softly
Kisses blushed her skin,
Her words were lost;
My heart knew where she was
Adamantly in Love
She’s a Queen. Her blood is royalty
Not knowing you’re a King is no excuse
to act as a poor one would.
It’s no excuse to not recognize her worth
It’s there in her smile,
That childlike curiosity
When she discovers your light
When you two brighten the shadows
And coronate your souls
Too long have I held back
You will hear my voice,
You will feel my heart,
You will know of my mind.
My soul and yours will kiss.
This sacred meeting,
The weary pulse beating
This calm before our storm
Birthing at end, grand fire.
I didn’t like that you didn’t have to ask
You didn’t have to say anything,
Without words my answer was given.
I’d rather use my body to speak,
but I will give you three. Come to me.