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.