The Show Your Paintings/Drawings/Images Thread
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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
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 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.
Nice
“Artist’s Prayer”
“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
“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
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"Dreaming Life"
“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
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"
"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
"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
spidergoat
Valued Senior Member
Mother nature is a bit of a butterface.
