My Thesis

You're "normal" are you?

Normal is boring!

I'm a creative, I'm a lyricist, I see the world through what would be redeemed, 

my crazy eyes see through your theatre and your board and your puppetry,

Don't question me if you won't answer!

My creativity is my kindness,

My lyrics flow from my soul like a river of goodness,

My thesis is reality and art,

Life is not chess,

God is the sustainer and maintainer and my King,

People come and people go, I go with the flow with the good stream.

I'm a warrior, I'm a hero,

I start my life from zero,

Every morning I wake up,

Like a Spartan soldier,

Ready for war,

That's what we do, 

There's a method in our madness,

The root is sadness,

Reduced to nothing and now and forever until the battle is won I am a fiery golden rose, forever in blossom, forever growing towards the sun, opening and expanding, and reaching.

Every day is redemption day,

The child needs the father,

Crying for freedom through tears of strength,

Point the finger, box me in, I destroyed that box and broke that finger from birth with internal strength,

That internal strength never fades,

I'm the same as when I was born,

Never change,

Outnumber me, I use the Hot Gates, 

My life is Thermopylae,

I win before I die,

I die winning,

Then as the fiery rose I maintain my resurrection!

There's only certainty, never maybe in life, 

Strength is definite,

Game over!

The Quest

There are many out there

we have not discovered yet,

We don't know them,

We may never know them,

But they exist.

Revolutionary masters of art,

Genius of inspiration,

Not just picture painters, but life givers,

Fore the music within comes without,

To change all around from within and without.

Cast your vision wide and broaden your scope,

Change comes from the deep,

Waves never stop,

The exchange of reality is never ending,

When one soul refuses to bend,

Many others may crack,

But, he can save them.

The test of life is the quest for change,

Stronger and stronger,

Bold and beautiful strength,

He doesn't belittle them,

He carries and lifts,

Sweeping away debris,

Sweeping away decay,

Soften your heart,

Heal from within.

The quest from the one to the many.

The Pioneer

Like a firebird,

Like an angel of light, 

He encapsulates the human spirit,

Touches the soul,

The very essence of life.

This can never be taken away

from the heart or the memory,

Fore imparted from him to you in his silent steps is hope,

The chiming bell of hope,

The music of wonder and power,

Not history or philosophy,

But eternity.

With a tincture of the mystical and madness, with rhyme and reason and an elusive clean sweep, he cannot be touched or changed,

He is.

Like a wild white horse,

He can't be stopped or restrained, his light spreads and fills the lives of others without pause,

With notes of destiny in his song he crushes corruption and injustice and sets sail to higher ground.

The artist is the pioneer,

Playing the fiddle of life,

The brush stroke of humanity and genius,

To touch one soul is a gift and can never be taken away!

The Birth of a Hero

A feat so small it's on a termites plain,

A legendary man who needs no status to gain,

The myth of excellence not needing a place to hide,

A story to be told, as he laughed whilst he cried.

Cut down off the hook,

Broken and left in pieces,

Stripped and shredded,

The only way that life is embedded...

The termites mound becomes a mountain to climb, the legend, the myth, the story is within, it begins with a heartbeat, it begins when you sing, your own tune of courage, a whistle and a walk, like no other, it's seen in your movement and how you talk,

While rewiring your brain,

To heal and remain sane,

Gifts multiply and talents frequent your brush and pen,

You see people as they are through one and ten,

Masks are unveiled,

Disguises removed,

His strengths are elevated and determined to improve,

With every step and every chime, every brush stroke and in the line of fire every time, but he doesn't fade or conceal, whimper or wallow, fore he's transparent not hollow, full to the brim but with a thin skin and deep within!

Out of bed and out the front door,

Armour always worn,

Always set for war,

Until a fellow warrior is saluted, 

And a fist is raised,

And then his sword is laid to rest,

Until another painting is conquered and praised, 

And the warrior does his best,

Another poem is overcome,

Another battle won,

Another chess move to out think the enemies fragility, but

the best strategy is to eliminate hatred with humility...

Head down, graft and work,

Hit the nail hard,

And remain on the straight road,

Explode with verve and a splash of colour, 

Like the lucky man,

Don't implode and fight yourself,

A subconscious fight,

Where you are bringing others down, 

In that way you are already underground,

Dead and buried,

But lift up and encourage, and wear a feather in your hat,

With flamboyant nonchalance, not a care or a frown, but don't look to the ground,

And that's the making of the champion, pound for pound!

The knockout punch to the enemy is goodness and success,

The two walk hand in hand,

A kind word,

A smile to brighten the day,

Dowse the flame of evil with compassion and impress with empathy, words of care and a sympathetic embrace can find their way through the skin and bones of men of every race.

Life is not a contest,

Break those barriers in your heart, 

We're here to be kind,

Let your warmth and energy not be apart,

You'll shine and attract the same mind, 

A metamorphosis to not be afraid of who you show,

Show your colours,

Be different and glow,

Be a surprise,

Be a butterfly and show your beauty,

Fore what is within shows in the eyes,

and you can let yourself be,

Let your eyes be newborn!

So when you look and see,

your life forever will transform! 

A Light shines bright

An artist begins painting in the early morning air,

Cold and fresh,

A landscape dusty and dry,

Everywhere quiet, not a bird in the sky,

Not a sound, not a peep, not a rat or a bug,  

But an Eastern wind begins to whistle as the stars begin to shine and a movement of feet as a hill they begin to climb...

Miles to head for a barren and fractured land,

Where sheep and cattle graze,

and hostility reigns, 

The Ruler is cruel, there children die, enslavement and barbarism, and torture of place, disfigurement of people, body and face. 

The artist wipes his forehead and sighs deep,

"Within this ancient land,

A child will come,

In the twinkle of The Morning star, 

A child blessed with power unfathomable to every man,

Men from near and those from afar,

Though born not in power, but in humility,

To bring faith and to save all of humanity..."

"With the breathe of a Donkey and their steps having been fulfilled,

They bring forth a child into the world, 

In Winter darkness a child named Hope is born, and 

Hope is spread across the world, 

not by stories or myths and legends,

But by Truth, Truth Himself,

Bringing forth Faith,

And only in faith of the truth can one have hope..."

The artist wells up...and smiles a strong smile, tears trickling down his cheeks...

"His cries, bellows to evil ears,

Here I am He says,

Hope has arrived!

And the Angels sing,

The children feel joy,

And gladness fills all hearts and spirits,

Out of the womb a King is born!

Within Winter darkness a light shines bright!

We glow with warmth,

Within winter darkness a light shines bright!

We all glow with warmth,

Forever and ever."

 

Inner Strength

Don't listen to negative talk, 

Listen to beautiful music of your soul,

Don't let people get you down,

People do hurt,

But, don't wear a frown.

listen to the freedom of birds in the sky,

The music of their wings,

Rise with strength.

You'll feel devastated one day,

Low and weary,

They want to break you, 

They want to shame you,

They want to claim your life,

Don't let them.

Be your heart and lift up from the devastation and become your elevation.

Elevation is brave,

Elevation has guts,

Don't be scared, take risks,

We learn by our mistakes,

Don't be afraid to fail,

Let your ship set sail,

The waters are deep and dark,

But sail towards the light. 

If your intentions are good, but

people tell you can't do it, 

then prove them wrong and go through it, 

Motivate yourself,

Drive your own car, 

Steer your own vehicle,

Believe in yourself,

Rebel and revolt,

Challenge and change life,

Fore it always needs changing.

If you can't see, listen to beautiful things,

If you can't walk, read and learn,

If you can't hear, talk and make friends,

If you're near death, pray,

Nobody is alone,

Always pray for better things and better days, no matter how crippled and down you are,

Lift up your soul,

Rise above your frailty with inner strength,

Whether mentality or physicality,

Never let yourself be beaten by dark ways and weakness,

There's something deep inside everyone that is drawn to goodness,

Everyone needs love,

Be drawn to love,

Reach for the stars, the galaxies and quasars, with feet firmly on solid ground.

Have faith, 

Inner strength is greater than disablement,

Don't be burdened with anxiety or hold yourself back,

Those tranquil notes on the piano want stop just because life is difficult,

Just because depression is here,

Inside you can break the cycle again and again, and again,

Keeping the feet pedaling onwards, relentlessly. 

Have faith and inner strength will always be there,

The greatest strength.

The Good Artist

We are like a stone being chipped away at, 

tap after tap,

until beauty is revealed.

Life shows us this, 

It shows us true talent and true strength, 

We are chiselled,

We are broken down,

We are hammered,

For our own good.

Our eyes are opened and we gather grit, steal and iron,

Our hearts are warmed, 

Our minds made gentle,

Our creativity enlightened,

Our fires made burning,

Tap after tap,

Pieces are broken off,

Our weaknesses are chiselled away.

We crack and crumble,

We are pounded down, 

Each breakage reveals 

strength after strength,

An inner core of resilience and determination that only the tenacity to never give in will bring.

The artists stone made good and humble, 

closer and closer to that final image,

that final destination.

He revels and delights at the anticipated achievement in his own gift, 

It is brilliant music to him,

The tools of art are the heart and soul, and all that is inside is displayed for all to see,

What matters is the shear exhilaration,

The joy and reward,

People may marvel, people may stare,

Genius or madness who knows,

Tap after tap into his life and mind, and spirit.

We are only damaged if some beauty is not revealed,

We are only damaged if the artist is unhappy,

We are only damaged if we damage others,

The Good Artist only nurtures his power, his spirit is high and his power is happiness, his power is to reveal the truth that lies inside him, after all weakness is of material, strength is unseen.

Coffee & Whiskey

Fire red roses stare at me as I drink my coffee, 

Flames of chrysanthemum awaken my fascination,

The burning light of sunflowers look at me questioning my sanity.

A glow from within as I sit on my soft chair and I know I've won,

I'm not a man of the cloth,

But, against the odds and pleasing to my thoughts 

I will succeed before the precipice of death,

And I will wake as I die

to breath a new air,

But that unending dark drop of death won't last,

As I will rise again.

Its upto strength to decide,

It's for determination to determine,

Only the unfathomable can fathom what lies ahead.

I wear my thick leather gloves, put my deck shoes on, sip some whiskey and set sail one last time to find what I'm looking for, 

That something, that ambition that will complete my life.

I steer the rudder and watch the sea,

Wave after wave, 

Hours pass,

My compass fails,

The radar is broken,

The lights are have gone out,

It's soon to be dark,

Time passes.

I wake and I see fire, flames and light all around,

The sea is still and my boat is guided by the light, 

I can't believe what I'm seeing..

The beginning of life,

The creation of joy,

The greatest gift,

I feel I need not want no more,

My demons have vanished,

Darkness has gone,

My dream is delivered,

Humility has won.

George Papoutsis

I don't know the Greek guy George Papoutsis, but I'm so impressed to see,

His humble wear and 

Whitening beared and hair,

He inspired me!

Don't mistake his looks for weakness, 

He baskets the ball without sneakers,

Heavy Timberlands he puts on to play and in New York city he drives to pay..

His bills, what an honest man! 

While helping disabled children, doing what he can, he's morally grounded!

And man! The way he moves and shoots ball, I'm amazed, I'm dumbfounded!

- Keep up the good work George, you're great! ...God bless!

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Your love

(a response to the question of am I normal or ordinary?) 

I'm a star amongst billions in space, shining brightest of them all,

Like every blade of grass clothed beautifully in green gowns, my gown glows greater on a path of light,

Like every petal luscious in colour and every leaf on every tree, but I'm surrounded by awe.

For me, the clouds golden lining shines at sunrise absorbed through the eyes, 

flecks of light cover everything around with warm wishes, 

a tunnelling mole as a volcano erupts is in view,

The feel of the oceans on my feet, and trickles of water to quench the thirst of a playing puppy and gurgling newborn child.

Through green eyes, sailing a boat, lense focused and taking pictures of the world,

The leaf that fell from the tree then sliding off your shoulder to the ground is me, fore It has life giving breath. 

The wonderment of the moment,

The glory of view,

A sparrow totters past on uneven earth, then flies away in a hurry,

Flowers look to the sun,

then the glittering Cosmos enlightens me, the delightful change of your expression lets me know I need not what others have, because I have your love.

The cradle of love

Haunting, but beautiful, frightening, yet special,

The kaleidoscope of uncommon genius to crack any code stems from love of the heart,

Incredibly smart though with a softness and a kindness untold,

Until the terrifying psychotic episode did unfold,

Then the rare story unravelled for people to behold.

This schizophrenic is a beautiful man, with a beautiful mind,

A soldier of mentality,

A psychological warrior overcoming cerebral torture to see what others do not,

Not the delusions, not the hallucinations and voices in his mind, but the artistic, creative, unfathomable ability to decipher numerical oddities rendering the odd and stigmatized to normalized and harmonized, and kind.

The movements and circling of pigeons is a game, that brings fame and Nobel Prize, no surprise that love and genius with that Aristotelian tincture of madness and sadness, brings unparalleled brain power,

No sour taste,

No regret,

As love conquers iniquity and frailty to display the facts set,

Strengths through electrocution to find the solution,

Strengths through overcoming medications and drug filled injections,

Strengths through morality, mortality and insanity.

Poetic justice and injustice unhidden withstanding cruelty, true and empathetically purposed,

Without riptide and corseness, but built with gentleness and warmth, and genuine, not pride and a thick hide, but humanly kind. 

As the diploma was given, the painting sold, the applause and the handshakes over,

He thanked the bond of love that got him past being stripped of life, 

The embracing cradle of love gave him a power greater than any other,

to give love back.

The line of defiance

With my compass forever with me,

I draw a line in the sand,

a line you can't comprehend with weakness,

only with strength,

the line never sleeps nor ends,

but like the mottled glow of light on the sea, it only gently fades at night always returning with force at sunrise.

I want you to be happy as the line is drawn, 

and I do the best I can,

for more than a thousand years,

I love you,

I struggle and I suffer for you,

for more than a thousand years,

ceaselessly without break or crack,

the footprints have been made, 

the line is eternal.

Pebbles and stones smoothed and shaped with time, 

gradually pounded by geology and physics to grain, but never disappear.

I hold an age of history in the palm of my hand,

though I let it blow away in the wind it still exists.  

The heat of the sun burns,

but the oceans do not evaporate, 

condensation falls to the ground and replenishment continues.

I want you to feel cherished, 

and I do all I can,

for more than a million years,

Boundless I sail the winds and rays of the sun,

ceaselessly I pray and I like a child I become,

The steps to Heaven have begun.

The line of defiance is feared,

An unbreakable chain,

yet allowing in the light of the light, so that no darkness penetrates it. 

It's a wall transparent and humble, 

defying anything that is not good.

It guides my eyes, 

allows me to live

and within it my heart stays.