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When posting your images and artwork in this thread what do you hope to gain from it?, are you seeking adoration and praise upon creating something? Inquisition
People who enjoy art come to this thread, and so it is for them. What about when you post in the poem thread?
Are you sure everyone is posting their art for other people and not for thepurposeof seeking praise?. What do you think a psychologist would say about this?. I weave messages and facts into my poems and events from my life and disguise them as poems if you want to know my real reason for sharing them it is to teach. you can't call it preaching if it's a poem ^^ Peace.
I can't speak for all, but this is still the place for art appreciation. I also use the poems place to link to.
I noticed you teach alot in your poems, your poems are never jjust abstract rhymes they all have deep meanings and are very informational and philosophical at times, your poems are all weaved with many forms of logic, some of them even come off as sterile becauseyou seem to be concerntrating on making them come off as logical works. So I would say you are a poet for the same reason I am It would appear, ofcourse we both like to play around with words to boot but regardless... I do like your poems. Peace.
“Artist’s Prayer” Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! “Artist’s Prayer” By Blind Pathos Where are all the great patrons Throw me a hook you fishers of men That I might be caught and eaten by the audience beyond the footlights That my blood be spilled on pages and canvas in prescribed portion Afford me the flame of arrogance to believe that my own hand in the fire of creation touches wonder and maybe God himself
"Dreaming Life" Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! “Dreaming Life” By Blind Pathos What magic made dreams Then made life Made everything possible Then made life When I wake it’s gone Nothing lasts There alone The dream has past Always the dread That greets the light And a longing again For the magic of night Rendered risen life Curls from the heart The smoke of dreams Where end is start It’s there that I live More truly and whole Where there’s peace For a dreamer’s soul Once the day comes And some day no more A final night comes A dream I implore A dream long and worthy Noble and due A sweet note played To see eternity through
"Flown Open" Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! "Flown Open" By Blind Pathos Once I stood before the mirror Never saw anything but me Couldn’t see the cage I fear And what it’s like to be free Freedom with a cracking noise Spit me from my splintered home Between coal dust and lantern rays I slipped my darkly death and tomb Light so bright its shadows’ white Closed my eyes and I was free When the dreams are in flight Seems I’m one lucky canary First I tried to reach the sun And ran into the moon Tried to fly into the ocean And found a sand dune Tired and broken I learned Freedom needs to find a bed And inside something yearned Freedom needs to be fed With every roll of the dice Another light came through Seems my freedom has a price A cost of every thing I do Cages without and within Being nature or bamboo Wait for lost canaries and Foolish young men too
"Little Brother" Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! While we were looking for "Big Brother" ... "Little Brother" took our picture, stole our identity, and broke us. The information revolution has begun.