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Creative Intoxication

My creativity embodies my very mindset
Inspiration expressed not just an outlet
My discretion as an artist not to be repressed
Laid out in any form allowing others to digest
Thoughts manipulated then conveyed
Carefully constructed, hoping your amazed
A creative mind never compromised
My message ambitious yet always realized
You influence my passions and intentions
You see your essence is forever mentioned
Never censoring my words or ability
You bring about a flexible Impossibility

DARK

DARK

Being considered dark, is not bad
Just mysterious, perhaps for some
And not readily liable to frivolity
Telling jokes and embracing jollity
Suggesting greater depths to plumb
But maybe an ironic smile, not sad

Dark, sometimes seen as frightening
Can also offer thoughtful inspiration
Imagining what may lie beneath it all
With little pride, less chance of a fall
And keeping hidden any perturbation
Maintain no desire to be enlightening

Secrets

Another time, another place, it may have worked out fine,
A passing glance, a pretty face and perhaps a glass of wine...

But fate itself had other plans, it wasn’t meant to be,
‘Cause someone else had you and he just wasn’t free...

They’ve tried to keep their distance and they’ve tried to let it go,
And when they meet out on the street, they never let it show...

You’re little girl is pretty and your boy’s a handsome lad,
She looks just like her mother and he looks like his dad...

The Life of a Guitar

I was there in the beginning on that warm afternoon,
And I was there to serenade her underneath a neon moon...
I was sitting right beside you as you planned your wedding day,
And I played some cheerful tunes when a baby came your way...

I’ve been passed around the kitchen on some stormy winter nights,
And I’ve been called upon to end some very nasty fights...
I was with you on vacation in the Gulf of Mexico,
Where I’ve seen more shenanigans then folks will ever know...

The Lake

The world is full of beauty, just take a look around,
You’ll marvel at the splendour in every sight and sound...

It’s early in the morning and a songbird says hello,
The sun begins to rise and it puts on quite a show...

Just a ripple on the water as you cast out your line,
You’ll have fresh trout for supper and perhaps a glass of wine...

The sun will smile upon you and a breeze will kiss your face,
There’s nowhere else you’d rather be than right here in this place...

Despondent

She walked beside the sea like so many times before,
She looked out upon the water as she stood there on the shore…
The tears ran down her face in a flood of raw emotion.
Gingerly she took a single step into the ocean…

She tried her best to block out all those painful memories,
But just a moment later she was right up to her knees…
It wasn’t an impulsive act nor was it done in haste,
In less than thirty seconds she was right up to her waist…

Another visit

Death stopped by my window today
landing on the sill
peering in
then flying away

Not sure why he didn’t stay
perhaps he did
slipped in
planted his seed

Will the black roses bloom
soon?

I AM INVISIBLE

I AM INVISIBLE

I can be seen, but I am not
As if a shadow, and discreet
Yet I will never admit defeat
A mirror image I can’t greet
No words in ink, just a blot

Some may consider it an edge
Privy to everything that’s said
Eyes and ears from desk to bed
Even if the mood is turning red
A secret spy out on the ledge

I hear and see but never tell
Ranging from issues of security
Sometimes reflecting impurity
Perhaps destined for obscurity
But discretion, I know too well

The Ocean

I have
Swum in it,
Sailed on it,
Lived near it,
Gazed over it,
Dove through it,
Took fish from it,
Been drawn to it,
Been healed by it,
Made love beside it,

No wonder it’s so hard to leave it...

GALLERY

GALLERY

Jagged pink lines of lightning
In a boiling sea of jungle green
Off-white smudges lie in wait
In a thin veil with a silver sheen

If there’s meaning, it is hidden
Proud never to be in plain sight
As the eye relishes every angle
Understanding left from right

All works hang there in silence
Each a portal to another place
For some, an undiscovered view
Presenting an unrecognised face

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