Foundation

Life is a Canvas

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Just a thought!

Life is a Canvas of time...

Background emerges, awaiting pallets of color,
Images of a perceived existence coming into view.
Multiple shadows with lines of thought making life,
Repeating rows in stone,  developing a foundation to stand upon.
Stumbling through dark and light, we adjust, erasing failures.                                                                                                                Streaming of calm waters or rough seas, we choose direction,                                                                    

Painting out unwanted marks, hiding them in background.      

Building bridges to cross the tide, extending boundaries, 
Shading and  fine lines added, we have new focus ...
  It is brilliant'

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My life now is spent painting. Writing takes second fiddle and only if a thought seems worth the attempt to remember it'

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The Revolution

In the streets, the people protested; in rage they clashed
against the system, against the laws and the enemy in power;
the losing battle they fought, knowing the beliefs they held onto
were slipping away; knowing the foundations built were
crumbling and the old ways were dying
even as they shouted to the sky and to the corrupt leaders
who looked down from the windows of heaven
Into the dark evening the fires of chaos ascended.

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The Hallow Space

The Hallow Space

Upon entering the hallow space, I cannot help but feel battered and defected
Staring into the nothingness, wondering why my emotions remain scattered and uncollected
My mind weighs heavy and my heat continuously tearing
Struck down at every turn, getting to the point of despairing
My conscience screams and cry’s as if I am unaware
Begging me to weep alongside it, releasing my pain and utter despair
What was here is now there, what was strong now met its grim demise
Now here I stand, spectating, as another part of me quickly dies
The pain of being here is almost unbearable, as I must depart
Slowly turning back leaving another foundation to inevitably to fall apart

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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