Thursday 29 May 2014

Sorrow

Sorrow for tomorrow
Regret is marrying the past
A relationship built on bitterness
Is never meant to last



I dream’t I saw an angel
She whispered in my soul
Happiness dwells imperfect hearts
Joy is just the goal



A bird named forgiveness
Is caged inside of me
I’m opening up the hasp
To finally set him free



I thought I heard an Echo
Of a distant memory
A wisdom worth it’s weight in hope
Just learn to let things be.


Your wings


Groping in the Dark
light vacates despoiled aloneness is bare


Hell has a warmth


The only waking heat flows from your tears
Burning my soul


Hope fleeting Abruptly
Absent in my idea of life


Can there be openness
When your silence screams for attention


Where is Happiness
When Agony Weighs more than Gold


Overflowing with emptiness
Wings Enfeebled at Birth


You so long to Fly.


Wednesday 28 May 2014

Climbing on dreams

Gouache

2014

45cm x 75cm
Cicada's dream six

Mixed media    

2014                     45cm x 75cm

Friday 23 May 2014

after matisse

After matisse

Gouach                 2014

after cezanne

Gouache           2014

35cm x 55cm

Thursday 22 May 2014

Prison Sell



As I delve to see within your soul
The image of a butterflies wings unfold
A lifetime struggling just to get by
But now it’s time to learn to fly

As you flutterby there’s a gentle knowing
Wherever you go, loves always flowing
And as you release the confines of your outermost shell
Look to where you Stumbled not where you fell

As you Emerge , you may lose Vision and your spirit lack Insight
At times Crippled by Emotion at times tortured by fright
That’s Why your Self Imposed Prison Mimmicks my Hell
Look to where you Stumbled not where you Fell

I am Hankering for altitude, Yet my aptitude is low
Now my attitude Screams at me
‘As above, So below’
As a silent voice whispers “am I starting to Grow”

Freedom is an attribute of a peaceful, open Mind
And as a parachute only functions when open
So does the
Mind

That Shadow within your deepest self
Now nurtured, tamed and gaining health
Do you have a Soul to Sell

Look to where you stumbled, not where you fell
That Prison Sell it’s all in your Mind
There are no Locks, Walls or Guards you’ll Find
As I look out of these Illunsionary bars
Some nights I see the dirt , and some nights the stars


Now it’s time to abandon your self imposed State
Focus only on what you Love and let go of what you hate
And as you break free from this Fragile Hell
Remember , look to where you stumbled not where you fell

Lost for words

I’m lost , lost for words
Having so much to say and
No way to say it

Losing your life
Through debilitating illness
Makes me feel lost, lost for words

Being held down by six nurses
And injected with medication
Makes me feel lost,  lost for words

Taking a brisk walk
Drugged up, depressed and isolated
Makes me feel lost, lost for words

Losing your selfish self
And coming back to life
Makes me feel lost, lost for words

Hoping that dream will be answered
And looking for a love that was once so real
Makes me feel lost, lost for words

Taking time to reflect on goals
And ambitions of the past
Makes me feel lost, lost for words

Gaining self-confidence and losing my inhibitions
Developing peace of mind
Makes me feel lost, lost for words

Learning to live in the moment
And forgiving myself for past unhappiness
Makes me feel lost, lost for words.

Tuesday 6 May 2014

After Matisse

Chalk, charcoal and pencil

2014

25cm x 45cm

Model at core

Oils                2014


45cm x 65cm