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CracksThere are cracks,Cracks by jrguillett23
like the side walk to an eternal summer.
Where hope was written in chalk;
now seems faded, and with age,
broken.
What is this,
Life?
Deepens and fills,
like the gravel and dirt,
just to be washed away.
the empty perspective,
the obscured vision,
consummated.
At once forgotten,
but, for an instance known.
To friendsThe creativity of conversation,To friends by jrguillett23
the love of contemplation.
Dionysian natures be it,
oh fine muse and music.
When the tempests blow:
you are there as Gaia is,
to all her children of this earth,
creating such revelry and untold mirth.
When equanimity flows,
like a halcyon lode.
The time is impressed,
and all that is now is best.
the mind is at its station,
and you friend are here.
To meSweet melodious voices hark,To me by jrguillett23
and thunder in my ear,
oh Apollo it is loud enough to hear,
and of which I want to greet.
It should be known to all,
to gods to kings,
that time passes far too fast,
and fashions futility to the efforts we bring.
The dim, the dark, the bold
the indolence of life
The repose, in which the mind is sold
Be now sick be now old
all because I did just as I was told.
| I started drawing and creating things when I was very young and have always been interested in art to me art is creating something that doesn't already exist in a tasteful way. Which means to me an architect is an artist to me even an engineer is an artist. I am still developing my craft as an artist and just get my ideas out their to people and hopefully they will like it. |
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