Pain is a friend
suffering the inspiration
attachments, familiar, toxic
it seeps into the core
that is how great art is birthed
the most profound, touching work
emerged from tragedy
submerged in agony
exposed through art
for art is pain’s medium
inspiration on canvas
Pain is part of life
but we don’t have to live there
we only reminisce
through words, paint, music, or creations
In the mirror
In the neighbor
In the next door
In the next thing
In the morning
In the night
In the wind
In the storm
In the light
In the dark
Happiness
Is an inside job
You could have it all
You could have enough
You could have more than enough
Yet never enough
Yet still want
always looking, never finding
Never knowing, the present is the only constant
but for some NEVER Enough
Check Point
looked around
looked sideways
gazed to the heavens
envisioned down under
blindness surrounded
eyes wide open
clockwise, counter-clockwise
reflections, projections, observations
dimensions, creations, obsessions
closed my eyes
trusted the journey
looked within
there I am
I am awareness
acceptance
in our own way
each of us is
Superficial words
can be sticks with folds
the stones that cast
at best a past
that is brought to the present
to harm the unborn cresent
but if you don’t swim deep
what would you keep?
would you be able to see?
if you are always protective
and always neglecting
what would you be?
vulnerability is like this
you birth
expose
regress
progress
fall
rise
live
die
until one day
you think no more
you choose to exist
flaws included
and that is all
Tears on my face
They drip and they lace
The many interactions
The many inactions
To save this place
We always race
To destroy and erase
What we cannot replace
Earth
Drip down my cheeks
Pollution slowly creeps
Earth
I take a deep breath
Because I don’t know
When I’ll take my last breath
I only know
Earth
We need it
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