Life is amazing. And then it’s awful. And then it’s amazing again. And in between the amazing and awful it’s ordinary and mundane and routine. Breathe in the amazing, hold on through the awful, and relax and exhale during the ordinary. That’s just living heartbreaking, soul-healing, amazing, awful, ordinary life. And it’s breathtakingly beautiful. L.R. Knost

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A Forgotten Tale……

I sat looking at the light

The bird singing

The paintings in the room

Wide mouths that I painted

Strange men in bow ties

The past haunts

The Wine drank

The bottle empty

And then there is you

Train gone

A whisper of a love story

A forgotten tale

A last gasp of life

Of emptiness

The Prince

The Lost Prince…..

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A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Albert Einstein

Will You Marry Me

Never knew feelings

Knew the meaning of Us

Tied up and dark

Never knew the meaning of light

But now you…

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Love has washed it all away

And brightened me heart again

Love has washed it all away

And Brightened my heart again

The love you taught me wasn’t one I had before

A kindness. A touch a softness in display

And you took it all away ..

Sometimes I feel that I will be washed away

Or a great hand will reach for you again

A mother of a child one hand that cant deny but now you are here

brighten my heart again

Now you are hear brighten my heart again

Old whispers of a land we once knew

Fingers touching it is all anew

Can we survive if we just clasp a hand

can we survive if we hold each other….

can we survive if truth takes a hold

can we survive and let lose of the gold

And we stand one anew bearing nothing but our truth

Yes we stand once a knew bearing nothing

bearing nothing

but us two

naked

and just us two….

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Tortured Love..

How do you conquer love when tortured inside?

The grey matter that courses through

The black Tar throbbing in ones veins

The blackness

And then another kind soul

A true love

A kind love

Falls for the victim

Falls for the broken bird

Fallen from the sky

How does one allow love to flourish when pain

Death

Sorrow

Hatred feeds the heart

Perhaps there can be no such love

Perhaps once broken, the darkness engulfs never to be seen again

Loved again

Death

Death is the only path…

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Wild Beasts

I started to realise that I could only function as a human being for maybe half of a year, three quarters at a push. After that I am taken to the world of the dead. Like those zombie movies but everyone kinda just still sees me in this body with my smile, my kindness, my weak heart…

I need to paint. I need to let the brush take me away on my journey. Some other place, a quiet place my own private underworld where my wild beasts are..