Creative Lab – Where My Pictures Come to Life
Your left hand, your masterpiece,
Right brain’s hemisphere it reads
Keep it close, yee bold creatives
The truest art defies directives.
An act of rebel is within your midst
It’s at your left you are most right
Keep it close, all yee bold creatives.
This hollow numbness fills the air,
A penetrating scream, too much to bear.
The world hums out for love’s light
All I can do is craft mine
I hear love rise when we all try…
I wanted you to taste my love, so we meet,
But you chose the shortcut, quick and discreet.
The spark from down under, a fiery lust,
While I offered more than mere wanderlust.
I gave what you couldn’t yet fathom to take,
Out of impatience, a gift, though my heart did ache.
Did I practice grace, or was grace meant for you?
Hoping virtues would come when the Spirit withdrew?
Perhaps, when I least expect, with quiet devotion,
The keeper will come for a rare love potion.
In the pursuit, on the way you meet the shadow..
A beauty, a splintered star…
She’s drop-dead gorgeous, untamed, free
You learn in the process of alchemy,
raw and whole,
God breaks your heart to salvage your soul.
And each fracture refines the gold of life.
The thought hit me, clear as light,
I’ve died a thousand times
I stood the fight.
Every birthmark, a tale etched deep,
Every birthday, a victory I keep.
You are needy, you crave, you yearn,
You are possessive,
you want it with every turn.
You’re passionate, firey, dont stop the burn
You are loving, lifting hearts higher.
You receive with arms open wide,
Be proud of the obsession, don’t hide.
You are me, why fight?
One day all this will fade and pass,
This is now, your moment to amass.
This is you, you are here, alive,
Cleopatra reigned, in her prime, she thrived.
Now it’s you, your time, your light,
Living here, before the night.
Thérèse once stood here free to fight
Now it’s you and your dreams
Everything is happening through you for you with you, as you are witnessing Gods gifts
You did it alone,
with so little support,
Imagine your strength
with a tribe as your fort.
What fires ignite
when you all unite,
When voices rise,
your path alight.
What of the weak,
who came in flocks?
Sheep gathering,
to build you blocks?
Trying to dim, all that you stock?
Afraid to see your spirit lift up?
And those who doubted,
your craft, so long ?
Will they leap in joy,
with newfound plea?
Shan’t they beg to sight, you pleased ?
Shan’t they dance for joyous glee?
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Salvation is the key
It lays beneath your feet
You met the sheep’s for a high fee
They show you why you came to this feast
“What’s in it for me?”
A question I’d never foresee,
But now it’s clear to see,
This world will bleed you dry,
If you fail to ask those five.
There’s a first time for everything,
When a toddler starts to walk,
The first taste of pleasure’s sting,
Your billion-dollar talk.
Studying divine timing’s to turn it,
For when your big day cometh,
But then It’s not your time for things unsaid,
But it’s my time to write.
It’s not my time to be heard,
But it’s my time to be seen,
It’s not my time to be loved in words,
But it’s my time to love serene.
When you ask God for love so true,
Sent! The broken to mend,
Are you ready to take them in, too?
Or are you waiting for the wrong one