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Yes, im speakin to you
minds of visual its true
As we all come together
Finding limits is a never
creating, debating n educating
have people insinuating
to purpose and meaning
and why the subject was leaning
express from inside
our passion cannot hide

I wanna thank you all for joining forces on my page...Feel free to post up any, and all new work, accomplishments, upcoming shows, poems of thought, and the new paint you have bought..etc, etc,......here!


Live, create, share art...

~Melissa Leslie

Hey hollywood!...
since all's good
heres food for thought
since all you have bought
waste all your wise
for shape and size
and ground you bought
give is more for thought
have the power to influence
turned dollars from cents
shine light from the pedatstal
from great to> phenominal
so we learn a lot more
than the bling and galore
from the next fashion style
to a life worth while
something to grasp
wisdom that will last
singin 'get stupid' to "try thinkin"
write to allow thought
instead what you just bought
Thanks for your time
and fortunes and prime
to pursue opposite of heart
and make the devil look smart
guess someone will give in
when greatness learns of sin
to turn back from the fame
to learn, live in His name
For that of the past taught
Knowledge we have sought
To reach for the light
Took a right and in sight
He has always stood there
from the fire that has glare
in my eyes I would stare
But now they have movement
wide and consumin'
alive and restored
Now life it means more
went from stuck on the floor
to His hand, and opened door
So what this world produced
took shamefully seduced
Which the media produced
I take back right now
I kneel down and I bow
for there's No greater Love
Then that from above

~MLove

making love to the canvass
stroking it with colors of passion
in need of its stability
may fall deep into its presence...
lost inside, time is no where
wanting more energy from within
taking my time to give it my all
needing me, and wanting it
two worlds collide you and I
the image forming, with time wont die
deeper it burrows inside my soul
reaching, touching, burning my hands
heat so hot im so involved
wanting me, needing it
when all the world asleep
i feel alive
twisting, turning, wanting the ride
through my veins my paint ponders
through the smoke my eyes thunder
rain drops shattered on silent nights
thinner and oil forever in sight
eyelids get heavy,
stomach screams
i am no longer in this dream
feeling of ages pass me by
watching the paint sink down a hole
crawling into a deep dream
dreaming of painting
a canvass scheam

~Melissa Leslie

.....................................My Vision of my Visions.............................................
Creating a place for the eye to ponder is the most liberating activity for me....
Everyday unfolds so many opportunities for the mind to bend, twist, reform,
change or morph into the unknown... These visions, these dreams, and these
infatuations become me in my efforts to interpret my inner self portrait. I fell
in love with art before I even knew I existed...Really if you look in my mother's
womb...you can see my first tribal wall drawings...hehe! Ever since I could pick
up a crayon I knew it was my destiny and I never held a pen for just notes of
words but of visual context. I can remember taking vocabulary quizzes and I
drew a picture for each word that was given...It always got me extra points...
But I think it was just the way I had seen things compared to the norm or the
structured way we were all made to see it. I never really became conformed
into this world ...be it the time scheadule, the learning process, the steps to
become successful...I have always followed my heart and physical feelings for
what I felt at the time would make the best at what ever I decided to do ...........
.......................................... (Steps are for those who wish to follow what has already
been built...that's fine too... but making your own steps or jumping into a mud
hole or a rocky surface and all these areas you can find your own path a way no
one can teach you...only the way you handle each situation> The BEST learning
can only be taught through living it...the most epic humans seem to have gone
through so much trials and tribulations...truly admirable) ...........................................
........................................ If I was hungry and late to class...then I choose to eat instead...
why?... Because what good will my work be if I am thinking about my stomach
while trying to sculpt?... My sculpture would be half of what it could be and I am
in school for my work and my work only...Cause seriously...who look at a degree
when it comes to art.... If the art does not speak to you then I havent spoke to my
art... ............................. My work involves my presence be it in the portrait or the pure
essence of the way I move my characters.... I love the figure and believe there is
nothing more complicated than the human form and the human mind... For all
people are different and shaped by each and every incident that happened in
their life...no two people can ever be the same in this sense...therefore making
each human a monumental structure with a story so unique it could never be fully
captured in one book or in one picture...But there is one moment before after or
during an activity or thought you can capture in the human expression... This is
what I strive for...Time is so valuble and if you give a glimpse of time to see into
your soul....so much can be revealed and appreciated...

I was lost...but now Im found
Almost died as i drank and drowned
Living in the world ... so all alone
took me under like poisoned cologne
In the scene and in the aroma
clouded and muted like in a coma

I watched and waited for that time to catch me
.......
Waited for time but time was free

What was not ... really was
couldnt grasp it, was too buzzed
but here I stand surrounded and loved
Some paint and a brush sent from above....

Thank-You Jesus

Blank page, and first things first
Can you tell me which ones worse
spreading the hate in verse
taking whats mine not yers
continueing a generational curse
or stealin a victims purse

Choosing whats wrong not right
shooting up day and night
hideing truth in a fight
ending up loseing sight

Can ya tell me whats right and wrong
with hittin a daily bong
postin up in a thong
goin to war in a song

listening to mellow beats
wrinklin up my sheets
tastin up all your sweets
livin off bread and beets

makin things complicated
exagerating over rated
tryin to be not out dated
wantin a home thats gated

things of which have no concern
that of life all will learn
its better when purely yearned
that way it builds and burns

but before you get so lost
the debt of a high cost
is bitter like that of frost
letting the curse be boss

so in your best interest
put down first on list
cancel out hate with bliss
send it out with one kiss

as for that curse that lingers
encourged by mislead singers
turn off the annoying ringer
wave good bye with one finger

...couldnt sleep till I wrote this...

Visions of visions they all morph and change
Transforming translucent and formed to clang
to each thought, each theory and what might it bee
to thoughts of the past, thoughts that last and sting as you flee
You twist and turn at the morbid demonic residual
Screamin no! Next thought but a more horrid visual
But thought you think and try to escape the veiw
moving each leg to resist and turn from the brew
They cling they clasp so you open your eyes
They ring and grasp your eyes the demise
Wretched creatures movies couldnt contain
torment and scream insanities in my brain
Eyes wide open sweat beads fill my pores
Remaining visions on the walls and the doors

I reach high for Jesus as He is my Savior
I breach the dark and find light in my favor
Im so thankful He is my rock and my guide
Setting up angels to protect and provide
Fighting visions with visions is how I cope
Sighting the light of gold swords in hope
Warding off demons and creatures of the like
in a circle of angels with evil clawing in spite
Not reaching or touching my mind in the night
No Gnashing no penetrating their wicked sight

Call on the Alfa and Omega, Call on the one, the only
Call on your Father, Call on the Son, and the homely
He made them and You and put you higher than angels
He can and will, free you you from shackles and tangles

This is for those who at rest can find no peace... for those who are restless in sleep

Take a seat in my office as I sift through the facts

I find you leave a trail of drama amongst your past

You got hurt, so now cant handle up and be a man

You chose to carry the weight and used it as a plan

A plan to get back at the rest of the world's possibilities

turning what could of been, great into montrocities

turning down chances and putting up a locked gate

You chose the easy route... over love you chose hate

~MLove

The world is blind by the folds of cloth
Buried and poisoned in the emerging goth
Left in darkness tripping and unaware
to the the evil lurking in their deathly glare
following the glimmers bouncing off medocricy
stumbling falling and losing to hypocricy
clinging on to whatever we can find
grasping and clasping to the unknowing time
searching for light that has been dimmed
trying to have hope of those that have grimmed
watching and waiting for time to unfold
anticipating the truth that was taken in gold
that which was pure and so highly valued
stepped upon and marked underneath shoes
Sold of pride, integrity and faith to desensitize
found all we sold was our prize left in demise
For that which we strived for was what we all have
wrapped, packed and handed back in a bag
rewritten, edited and filled with what we hate
turned our love and souls for them to debate
searching for the light we once owned and had
reaching and crying and soon turned us mad
for all it once was, and all we still have
is ours to own and forever ours be glad
still standing yet dim the light in our heart
waiting for us to bring back from the dark

beauty and wisdom shining in grace
light of the Son brightly covers our face
to the warmth and temptation of not looking back
no more stumbling, no more searching for the track
steadily hold our path we so long have lost
becoming and owning the water flows from the frost
Flowing to each thing that could have died
reviving and nourishing the seeds from inside
All that we are and all that we will be
lies deep inside ourselves, ...can you see?
There you are, and now I see so right
you were that speck but now so bright
I never gave up on you then, as i cried, you fell
but my hand was always there your soul didnt sell
your search was worth all the pain it provoked
all the worries and trials the land has soaked
Brush your shoulders off, all that baggage retire
for a new life for you is there, for you to inspire

I write from thought for writing can never come close
can never be bought for knowledge cant boast

thought is faster then light faster than a pen
faster than comprehension and faster than sin

it can never be captured but hopefully lived
learned and unfolded by others wisdom they give

rhymning and rythmn is not the purpose of word
timeing and lesson is the glue of a herd less absurd

using others for their time of mistakes and trials
takin the product of their obstacles seem worth while

For let us as a whole grow stronger and wiser
for if we use all knowledge we can obtain full effect like a geyser

So if we speak of our own experiences and truth
be there no limit of the future upbringing of our youth

For if we continue to live life so carelessly free
our roots have no meaning for the leaves on our tree

time is of the essence and time is now
take it for what you will but the future we will endow

Why is it that I post you up?
it's because the world became corupt
its because what is so hard to find
is locked up in hearts and in their minds
intead of love, they put out hate
so the love inside is left to wait
the very thing thats natural and real
is all we bottle up, and what we kill

so when I post you up, it means the world
for the world is corupt and lonely for this girl
I found something that I thought was extinct
I found your heart beat, mine was in sync

So proud so free from all the structures
society has diminished and soul abducters
The surreal I thought was only a dream
Was you... like the thread in my seams