Art's gift is Colors and shapes Given to our feelings - Proving what we're feeling - if only to our selfs - Truly is real https://open.spotify.com/track/3o6d1KG4HJGWNCP08frPM8?si=_nFeuBDiQ4C1x-z6A9wI_g
Tag: Self
The Process
Am I the process Or what I produce? I care for the process Reality values only its use ~ Regardless ~ I Am perfecting the process - One that cannot be faked; I Am The Process I Am Who I Make
Shaping Clay
You aren't the clay It's held in your hands Shape your world Before time ends
Puzzle Piece Portrait
Looking for lost puzzle pieces Finding new ones in their place Puzzle pieces put together Show a portrait of your face
Silent Thinking
You’re quiet – just like me; The world won’t notice, but I can see Your silence is not an empty mind; Rather you’re thinking all the time Questions for the world – on your shelf; So many more are for your self; Internal debates – philosophy bout: “Who am I?” echos with doubt
the mess in my self
shattered windows readied to welcome the coming winter's woes - frigid cold; the floors frozen to my feet hold me in numbed reality; light bulb luxuries - excitement’s electricity bill too expensive when you need to eat; walls decorated in colorful dreams painted white - blank walls are apathy's aesthetic; i cleaned the place - … Continue reading the mess in my self
Challenge
Don't give them a challenge; Give them a question And they'll challenge their selfs.
scratches on my mirror
traumas to acknowledge to see clearer like scratches to polish on my mirror
Prison or Vault?
My ego is too strong. How many times have I tried to kill it? It seems like everyday since birth. But somehow it keeps waking up, Even after every fatal blow it's endured. I don't know if it's Immortal or Undead, But I know it's not leaving me alone. So instead of killing it, Why … Continue reading Prison or Vault?
Playing To Win
I'm not playing to win, But that doesn't mean I won't. It's not that I'm not trying; Rather first place isn't where I stop. I don't care if I never get the trophy, Because I'm taking my place on its podium.
The Story
Want is the direction Need is the movement I Am the destination Life is the story