long agolong ago your conscience rose,long ago
awoken by the cries, saw the filth that fills our world and couldn't take its lies.. it retreated, faith in hand,
to places unbeknownst, leaving just the ghastly gaze of a fading ghost.
since then, in deadly grips of time bliss has met its end. ignorance has lost its touch, unfit to comprehend. justice, having gained its sight,
sheepihly gave in, stooping down on bloody knees before the guillotine. innocence was forced to kneel, as the pure watched, while the faithless sold their dreams for
silencesilence struggles to existsilence
in this world of noise. crammed in coffins, she resists
the urge to bare her voice. so serene, yet so intense,
she yearns to find a place to give into a tranquil trance and fade without a trace.
she called for me one summer night inviting me to dance.. if i refused, i'd loose my right
to wallow in her trance. for years we waltzed. a perfect pair. she gave my world its poise. but as time passed, a mute despair would taint her silent voice. one night i begged, and with a grin she showed me all her woes. &nb
back in blackback in action. all in black. devils children on the loose. wasting time and losing track, sinking fast into the blues. breaking hearts and blending faith; drowning sorrow in a cup; hoping we can leave some trace, while trying to defy our luck.back in black
we came full circle in reverse. played strip poker with the truth. crammed out vigor in a verse, while striving to prolong our youth. we bled milk and we shed gold, burning bridges as we passed. we threw the new in with the old and forgot about the rest.
time has passed, but we remained.
shardsshards of pain, deeply set, won't allow to forget days you've spent in the dark of your old, lonely cave. you had thought you've forgotten the path to this place.. you believed past had rotten and you had been saved.shards
brag about days long gone and pretend to be free-- you allow misconceptions about your state of mind.. you ignore the dark substance that covers the walls and you pray that it won't find its way outside.
you attempt to build faith from frail thoughts of the new, to forget all the things you are meant to retain.. your performance is great and they don't have
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There is alot that we take in, day by day; and if a visual artist, you are breaking down quite a bit in terms of form, function, composition, lighting, etc. Life is the best scrapbook to take from; there is alot there, and it usually takes time to just observe it properly, let alone (and most importantly) a willingness to practice, to just do the best with what you have been given, and to forge forward with pencil, pen, pallete and paint.
If you are stoked to paint once more, then no, that creativity is not dead. That is half of it, that excitement to want to create; if you exhibit that, and if you are moved by that to do your work, then the rest will fall into place with work and patience.
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