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Brave In Madness

Art often is created as revolution and rebellion When it’s about choosing to change the world What is truth, beauty, who decides stone to neon Brave in madness, or in the fetal position  curled

Looking at Lascaux

The old master painters were brilliant but restricted, despite their years of training, mastery and their skill Looking at Lascaux, could you have ever predicted We’d reach that vaunted height, never learn not to kill

Brings Quiet

Love Among the Ruins ~ Edward Burne-Jones A young artistic rebel brotherhood, long ago painted realistic, lush romantic scenes Vivid colors evocative, see the paint flow, detailed and precise, every line clean Yet, their paintings appear fanciful, while the impressionists portray the real. Both aesthetic meals leave us sated, full Interesting how art can make […]

Chaos Is Growth

Chaos is a horse we are bound to ride Hold on tight, if it should buck or lean It stops, get off, a new life, don’t hide You’ll ride again to other pastures green

Be Still

Listen to the music as you pass and wonder who sings your song ethereal and reaches inside you played on a piano; it makes you feel unmanned, apprehend skill and grace played by either hand. Be still, listen, becoming the notes, the moment When you connect with this,  everything beyond Whether you get it depends […]

Differences

I am sitting, waiting for a haircut; it is one of the myriad things we do. Any who don’t may be called a nut, but they are only different than you.

And Then I Know

I, one evening, going out to a recital, look away from my life, a brief moment. When my gaze returns, my perception changes so questions in my mind foment. Walking to the concert hall, after it’s rained, light reflects off every city street, diamonds to dazzle my eyes, my life rearranges, my heart chooses a […]

Near but Far From Home

Out for a day near but far from home, where do you think this child might roam? Hither, thither and even yon, what might I chance upon? A mighty tree, with children at play, becomes a tower, though it changes by the hour. A hidden trail beneath a massive thicket Leads to their secret hideout. […]

Insanity In General

Sung to the tune of, I am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General from Gilbert and Sullivan’s Buffa Operetta, The Pirates of  Penzance. We are the very model of insanity in general We’ve information violent, atrocical and criminal We know the guns of murder, and we quote the deaths statistical From Birmingham to Newtown in order […]

All Together Now

Wonder if you think it possible to find something profane within the divine? I think you must; it is merely balance. Neither light nor dark work freelance.   When we’re dead, we’re turned to dirt, ashes scattered  to the winds, the void. It happens, neither you nor I can avert. We cannot any way find […]