Hey everyone, here's a poem to give you a taste for the stuff I write, look for more to come:
To lessen and to make the same
devalue one for more
the most important things that are
presented in our lives
are those which we can barely see
behind the canvas, the color the pain
skeletal his dream remains
objects lack true clarity
insight to their insides
the camera focuses, the lens
the click
another moment captured
the only proof of
the existence of time
is what lies beyond the lens
in pictures we see moments
in pictures we see faces, expression
expressed through the art of every day
the beauty in each scene.
Crystal clearings
blurry at the wake
the rise the sun the fall the break
overlapping clouds of gray
oh vastness, oh disorientation
the beauty in it all
in every shadow I see the beauty
and with every word I try to pour it out
perhaps art is thought that's pure
if used for the right cause
a form of expression
a form of change
brightly colored now
the same
click
another moment captured
this one, the mountain side
atop the peak the cloud does swirl
the snow upon the ground
winter breaks
on this dreary scene, carols sung aloud
call out, from door to door
call out to neighbors sung
this time there's fields of hay, of wheat
this time the animals find shelter
beneath the dreams of a yesterday
that has gone to far away
every moment becomes
a continuance of the past
we always exist in now
but it's gone before too long
click
another moment captured
this time, it's time itself
time the clock, the piece
oh time
withered be your hand
does time always flow the same
no
does it ever go away?
no
can we sow the seconds
into hours
and harvest this growing seed?
perhaps
the farmer's hand withered
like time itself
he toils long and hard
to provide for a family
that he undying loves
he works and provides
the literal fruit of his labor
their loving arms wrap
around his sunburnt shoulders
on this that summer day
on this that every day
seasons are present in every day
not defined by lines we've drawn
in spring there is snow
and in winter there is rain
globally the temperature rises
the water crests the same
our world is drying up
but not dry yet
the waters ever rise.