SHAPE SHIFTS

Posted in art, Art and Poetry, creativity, inspirational, Inspirational poetry, POETRY, SPIRITUAL POETRY with tags , , , , , , on June 15, 2008 by artsyprints

 

IT’S LIKE WILD HORSES
FLYING
ACROSS THE WIDE OPEN PLAINS
BLACK MANES
WHIPPING IN THE ATMOSPHERE
FLESH GLISTENING
THUNDERING IN THE AIR
THEIR HOOFS BEATING A RHYTHM
INTO THE EARTH’S GROUND
DRUMS OF ALL NATURE
EXPLODING IN SOUND
AS HE SHAPE SHIFTS
INTO HUMANNESS
HE DANCES WITH HIMSELF
ACROSS THE CENTURIES
IN PURE ARTISTRY
ALL BOUNDARIES COME DOWN
AND EVERYTHING IS SPELLBOUND
AS THE MUSIC TURNS ON
TO PLAY
JUST FOR HIM
IN LIGHT CANDESCENCE
EMANATING QUINTESSENCE
A LIQUID FLOW OF CONSCIOUSNESS
ASSEMBLING A SEA
AND HE’S PURE MAGIC
SO COMPLETELY FREE
I RECOGNIZE
IT’S A GIVING
ONE CANNOT MEASURE
A CONTRIBUTING PLEASURE
OF ENDLESS TREASURE
THIS EXPERIENCE
BECOMES AN HONOR
IT’S A GIVING TO SEE

IT’S LIKE WILD WOLVES
HOWLING
UPON A FLAT MOUNTAIN PLATEAU
BLACK NIGHT GLOW
FILLING IN THE MOON SKY
SENDING CHILLS
ARRANGING IN HARMONIES
UP AND DOWN THE SPINE
THEIR HOWLS CREATE A RHYTHM
INTO MUSICAL SOUND
INSTRUMENTS OF ALL NATURE
ASCENDING UNBOUND
AS HE SHAPE SHIFTS
INTO BEINGNESS
HE PORTRAYS HIMSELF
ACROSS THE MEMORIES
A PURE MYSTERY
ALL BOUNDARIES COME DOWN
AND EVERYTHING IS TURNAROUND
AS THE LIVING MOVE ON
TO PLAY
JUST FOR HIM
THE CONTINUAL SEQUENCE
A CONCERTED ESSENCE
OF STREAM FILLED CONSCIOUSNESS
ARRIVING IN SOLIDARITY
AND HE’S THE MAGIC
THAT IS THE KEY
I COMPREHEND
IT’S A GIVING
ONE SO UNDENIABLE
AN ILLUMINATION
SO UNDISCRIBABLE
SO TRIBAL
THIS EMOTION
BECOMES A FUSION
FOR IT’S A GIVING
TO BE…

AND THIS IS CALLED CREATIVITY

ARTSY
For My Friend
C. 09/02

THE RECORDING

Posted in Inspirational poetry, POETRY with tags , , , , , , on June 15, 2008 by artsyprints

AS MY PAINT BRUSH SWEEPS
BROAD STROKES OF LIQUID PAINT
ON A CANVASES
WHITE BACKGROUND
I RECORD THE PRESENT
THE MOMENT OF NOW
AND THIS GREAT DESIRE
HAS BEEN UNKNOWINGLY GIVEN
FOR MY FRIEND
SO DOES INSPIRE
WITH SLIGHTEST OF GLANCE
THROUGH TOUCH
WITH WELCOME EMBRACE
HIS SMELL OF FRESHNESS
AS HIS HAIR BLOWS
ACROSS MY FACE
FLASHING UPON MY MEMORY
THE MANY LIVES OVER
THAT I CAN TRACE
AND I BECOME
THE RECEPTACLE
FOR HIS ENERGY
SO PROFOUND
CONCIOUSLY MOVING THROUGH ME
TO RECORD OUR TIME
A DOCUMENTATION
FOR THE FUTURE WORLD
TO VIEW
THROUGH PAINTING AND RHYME
AND THEY BECOME
OUR HISTORY
HIS AND MINE
LASTING FAR BEYOND
OUR TIME

AS MY INK PEN SCRATCHES
LIGHT STROKES OF LIQUID INK
ON A BOOKS
WHITE LINED SHEET
I RECORD OUR PRESENCE
THE THOUGHTS OF NOW
AND THIS INCREDIBLE PASSION
HE HAS FREELY GIVEN
MY FRIEND HAS NOW BEGUN
THE FLOW OF SYNERGISM
HIS MOVEMENT
TRANSPIRES INTO MY POETICISM
AS MY IDEAS
TAKE FORMS OF SYMBOLISM
I RETURN TO HIM
MY CONCIOUS RECOLLECTION
OF SPIRITS LIVING
IN HARMONIC PARALLELISM
AND THEY ARE GIFTS
WANTING TO BE GIVEN BACK
FOR HIS SAFEKEEPING
TO UNFOLD THE UNCONCIOUS
TO DEVELOP HIS AWAKENING
AN ART FILLED DOCUMENTATION
OF OUR LIVES IN INCARNATION
AND THEY BECOME OUR MEMORY
HIS AND MINE
RECORDING FOR US
OUR LASTING IN TIME

ARTSY
C. 12/03

FATHER’S DAY POETRY

Posted in POETRY, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on June 7, 2008 by artsyprints

I am sharing this poetry about my Dad, that I wrote after he passed away.  I had a very difficult relationship with him,  because I could only see what I wished for rather than be grateful for all of his teachings and what he helped me to experience.  I now see that all of the things I cherish in life, all of the arts, culture, reading, education, business, public speaking, spirituality, travel and family, he introduced me to.  He was and still is my greatest teacher.  I hope and think many can relate, and maybe learn from my very personal experience.  The following poem ‘Just Words” is a follow up to this one, to express how important words are to all of us and it is never to late to express them.   This is our story!

WHAT WAS NOT

HE WAS A COMPLEX MAN
AN AUTO FACTORY WORKER
THAT DID STRIVE TO BE GREATER
AND BECOME A UNION LEADER
AND HE CREATED
HIS PRESIDENCY
FOR HE WAS
A GREAT TALKER
THE WORLD WAS HIS STAGE
THERE WAS NO ONE
TO HIM A STRANGER
HE COULD CHARM
AND TELL JOKES
IT WAS ALL IN HIS NATURE
SO, HE BUILT HIS LIFE
WITH HIS WIFE
MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS
AND THERE WAS ME
HIS PERSONALITY
WAS REALLY BIG
AND HE WAS
OH, SO STRONG
HE COULD HOLD YOU DOWN
WITH JUST ONE ARM
AND IT WAS VERY HAIRY
MOST OF THE TIME
HE WAS JUST REALLY SCARY
HE HAD A TEMPER
AND IT WOULD EXPLODE
YET HE NEVER DIRECTED
ANY OF IT TOWARDS ME
BUT IT WAS VERY APPARENT
HE CARRIED
A HUGE MENTAL LOAD
TRAPPED INSIDE
HIS OWN DARKNESS
NO LOVE IN
NO WAY OUT
HE WAS MY DAD
AND I ALWAYS WISHED
THAT HE WAS DIFFERENT
MY MOTHER SAID
HE THOUGHT
I WAS SOMEONE SPECIAL
YET HE NEVER SPOKE
THE WORDS
IT WAS JUST IN THE AIR
IT SURROUNDED ME
AND HAS CARRIED ME FAR
BUT SINCE IT WAS
NEVER SPOKEN
IT LEFT ME EMPTY
WITH A HUGE LIFE SCAR
UPON MY EXISTENCE
HE PROVIDED PLENTY
A BEAUTIFUL HOUSE
IN A NICE NEIGHBORHOOD
THERE WERE FAMILY VACATIONS
IN A BRAND NEW CAR
AND ALWAYS
PLENTY OF FOOD
HE SHARPENED MY WIT
BY THE GAMES WE PLAYED
HE EVEN TOOK ME ON BUSINESS TRIPS
AND WE WOULD ALWAYS STAY
IN GRAND HOTELS
WE VISITED PLACES
IN HISTORY
GOING THROUGH
ALL KINDS OF MUSEUMS
HE GAVE TO ME
THE KNOWLEDGE OF DIVERSITY
AN UNDERSTANDING
OF DIFFERENT CULTURES
MY LOVE FOR ART
ALL THIS EDUCATION
HE DID IMPART
AND ALL THESE LIFE LESSONS
HE WOULD GIVE TO ME
BUT AT THE TIME
LIKE HIM
I DIDN’T WANT
TO BE
YET HE GAVE ME SO MUCH
BUT I COULD ONLY SEE
WHAT WAS NOT…

I WANTED HIS CARING
HE WAS UNABLE TO GIVE
I WANTED HIS TIME
HIS WISDOM SHARING
HE WANTED US TOUGH
AND ALWAYS BEHAVING
FOR HE HAD ANOTHER LIFE
HE WAS BUSY TO LIVE
HE WAS ALWAYS TIRED
WHEN I WOULD COME
WITH MY HOMEWORK
AND WHEN I DIDN’T GET IT
HE WOULD GO BERSERK
AND TAKE IT OUT
ON SOMEONE ELSE
HE HAD EDUCATED HIMSELF
BY ALWAYS READING
AND HE GAVE THAT LOVE
TO HIS CHILDREN TOO
BUT LEFT US PLEADING
FOR LOVE FROM HIM
A RELIGIOUS KNOWLEDGE
HE ACTIVELY SOUGHT
HE TOOK US TO CHURCH
AND RIGHT FROM WRONG
WE WERE DEFINITELY TAUGHT
THEN I WOULD WITNESS
HIS BEHAVIOR
AND ALL THESE HOLY LESSONS
REALLY WERE FOR NAUGHT
WE WERE JUST AFRAID OF HIM
WAS WHAT I THOUGHT
I DID EVERYTHING I COULD
JUST SO I COULD PLEASE
IT SENT ME ON MY SEARCH
FOR SPIRITUALITY
AND LATER ON
WHEN I BEGAN TO REBEL
HE ALWAYS TOOK IT
WITH SUCH GREAT EASE
BUT I SAW HIM PUNISH
MY BROTHERS
UNMERCIFULLY
AND ALL THESE SUBTLE INSIGHTS
HE WOULD LET ME SEE
BUT AT THAT TIME
LIKE HIM
I DIDN’T WANT
TO BE
YET HE GAVE ME SO MUCH
BUT I COULD ONLY SEE
WHAT WAS NOT…

I WOULD WORK SO HARD
ON MY ARTISTIC ABILITY
TO SHOW MY PAINTINGS
TO HIM
JUST TO GET HIS PRAISE
YET HE WOULD NEVER SEE
WHEN HE WAS LOST
IN THOUGHT
THEN SOMETIME LATER
HE WOULD TELL ME
TO CREATE
A GIFT
TO GIVE TO HIS FRIEND
AND WHEN I WOULD COMPLETE
HE WOULD CRITICIZE IT
TO NO END
YET I COULD FEEL HIS PRIDE
IN MY TALENT
AND I WOULD GLADLY BEND
WAY OVER BACKWARDS
FOR HIS NO PRAISE
AND DO IT AGAIN
IT WAS ALL FOR HIM
HE MADE SURE I WAS WELL TRAVELED
HE INSTILLED MY GYPSY NATURE
MY WANT TO EXPERIENCE
LIFE IN DIFFERENT PLACES
HE LOVED TO TAKE ME
ANYWHERE ON THE SEA
TO SHOW HIS CHILDREN
THE WIDE OPEN SPACES
WE WOULD ALWAYS DO
SOMETHING EDUCATIONAL
IT WAS KNOWLEDGE
HE WANTED US TO DEVELOP
AND OUR USE OF IT
TO BE RATIONAL
YET HE WAS SO JEALOUS
OF MY LOVE
FOR MY MOTHER
A DISTANCE
GREW BETWEEN US
AND OPEN COMMUNICATION
WAS TO NEVER BE
YET WHEN I TOLD HIM
THAT I WAS GOING TO MARRY
AFTER I WAS GROWN
AND HAD LEFT HIS HOME
THE LETTER HE WROTE
HIS ADVICE ABOUT COMPATIBILITY
OF HAVING SIMILAR INTERESTS
WAS THE DAD
I ALWAYS WISHED
HE WOULD BE
IF ONLY I COULD HAVE
CRAWLED UP
ONTO HIS LAP
CRIED OUT MY SADNESS
TOLD HIM EVERYTHING
TO MAKE HIM SEE
IT WAS HIS LOVE
HIS GUIDANCE
I WAS REALLY SEARCHING FOR
THAT I NEEDED HIM TO BE
THERE FOR ME
NOT HIS IRRATIONAL ACTIONS
DID I EVER WISH TO SEE
AND ALL THESE SPIRIT TESTS
HE WOULD GIVE TO ME
BUT AT THE TIME
LIKE HIM
I JUST COULDN’T
AND WOULDN’T BE
YET HE GAVE ME SO MUCH
BUT I COULD ONLY SEE
WHAT WAS NOT…

AND WHEN MY DAUGHTER
WAS BORN
I LEFT HER FATHER
AND SHE WOULD PAY THE COST
SO, HER GRANDFATHER
TOOK HIS PLACE
AND PROVIDED HER
WITH THE LOVE
SHE LOST
HE WAS RETIRED THEN
AND TIME AND DEVOTION
HE WAS SO WILLING TO GIVE
I WOULD WATCH THEM
WITH PURE JEALOUSY
FOR THIS WAY WITH HIM
I WAS TO NEVER LIVE
SO, MY SPIRITUAL JOURNEY
THEN DID BEGIN
I WANTED TO GROW
THESE LIFE LESSONS
I NEEDED TO KNOW
THROUGH MANY REALIZATIONS
I BEGAN TO FORGIVE
YET I STILL
COULDN’T SHOW
THAT HE OPENED MY HEART
BY WHAT WAS NOT
AND THE DAY I FOUND HIM
LYING THERE
MOTIONLESS AND STILL
HIS SPIRIT DEPARTED
HIS FATHERHOOD ENDED
I BEGAN TO FILL
WITH ALL
THAT WAS LEFT UNSAID
AND I GRIEVED
NOT FOR THE LOSS OF HIM
FOR BASICALLY
HE WAS ALWAYS DEAD
TO ME
BUT FOR WHAT HE MISSED
WHAT HE COULD NEVER RECEIVE
THE SIGNIFICANT LOVE
WE ALL HAD IN US
HIS CHILDREN WANTED TO RELEASE
I FELT ALL THE PLEASURES
AND THE TREASURES
THOSE PRECIOUS
QUIET MOMENTS
HE WAS NEVER WITNESS TO
THAT HE REFUSED TO LIVE
AND I OPENED UP
TO GIVE MY GRIEVING BACK TO HIM
TO LET HIM FEEL
AND VERY DEEP INSIDE
I WONDERED
IF HE WOULD HAVE ONLY KNOWN
IF HE COULD HAVE ONLY SHOWN
THE LOVE
I NEEDED THEN
WHAT WOULD I
WHAT COULD I
HAVE BEEN…

AND ALL THESE
WISE TEACHINGS
HE DID GIVE TO ME
BUT AT THE TIME
LIKE HIM
I DIDN’T WANT TO SEE
YET HE GAVE ME SO MUCH
BUT I COULD ONLY BE
WHAT WAS NOT…

FOR MY FATHER
(1921-1997)

ARTSY C. 02/02

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JUST WORDS

These are just words
I wished I had
Said
To you Father
To share that openness
To be able to
Feel you understood
And received
Oh, how our time
Together
Did go by
The words never shared
But they were there
And felt completely
I just never said
And I couldn’t show
So I write them now
As you are around me
Gone on now
To another plane
But from you
I reach you
Through all my ideas
The words do flow
With my tears
Out of me
Can you hear me
I feel you can
Through mist and mystical
I feel you
Move me
Through my hand
To speak silent words
Through my pen stroke
Upon this page
Can you see them
I feel you can
Gone on now
To be
In a different way
You are peaceful now
There’s no energy pressure
Or have to be
Nothing left
No responsibility
For you to conclude
And still not empty
For you do exude
My creative energy
And you do move me
Through my pen stroke
Upon this page
Words never said
Things I would’ve spoken
If you had softened
Like you are now
I wanted to relate
Or even relay
All that I have
Within me to give
I know you listen now
Can you sense this
I think you can
Touch my bliss
Be moved to accept
All that is
I feel now
Through my words to you
For they are beautiful
And heart meant
That you are easy now
So I can convey
All that I want to
Cause I’m no longer prey
To your temperament
So I do speak
This way guilty
Using it as therapy
Knowing you do touch
My emptiness
Without you being in
Physical beingness
My words from you

ARTSY c. 06/06
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MOTHER’S DAY POEM

Posted in Art and Poetry, inspirational, Inspirational poetry, POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 2, 2008 by artsyprints

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On this Mother’s Day 2008, I am sharing the poem I wrote for my Mother’s eulogy to honor her life, to celebrate the special moments she gave to us and to document her journey with her children and grandchildren.  Her spirit still remains with me today and I cherish her with my words.

OUR MOTHER, THE SINGER

She had a voice
Our Mother
She could phrase
A song
So easily
Hitting the notes
So beautifully
Just as natural
As the blooming
Of a blossom
On a spring time
Jasmine tree
For when she was young
All on her own
She sang
With the big bands
A good career run
Until she had me
When she turned thirty
During her life
She was the first to record
“Ain’t That A Shame”
Made famous later
By ‘Fats Domino’
And on that same album
The song she sang
About the Hummingbird
Was the one I loved
For this will be her legacy
Her story to be told
And when I was young
I thought her so grand
So glamourous
And even famous
At my grade school
Show and tell
When I played her music
For my jealous friends
And they were captured
By her melodic spell
She was an artist
With a great flair for drama
It was her speciality
For she is our Mother
As she will always be
Continuingly

She could sing and cry
All in one breath
Staring out the kitchen window
For countless hours
Lost in her daydreaming
Reminiscing about her past
Walking down the road
Holding her first Grand-Daughter’s hand
Picking black berries together
Showing her the nature
Of the land
And the cutting down
Of her huge Christmas trees
Her nostalgic memory
Of times that will last
These are the things
About her
I will never forget
Like the clean bed sheets
Her wiping my feet
As she lovingly tucked me
Into my bed
And I will always long for her
As I did then
For she was always suspended
In someplace and sometime
That only she knows when
The Singer
That was spellbound
Somehow in pretend
For she is our Mother
As she will always be
Continuingly

As she grew older
We would plead
For her to sing
Lasting forever
In my memory
Like she did
In New Orleans
On the balcony
Of our historical hotel
The haunting song
“I’ll be looking at the moon,
but I’ll be seeing you”
From the movie
We watched together
Called “Shining Through”
And the time in Tijuana
When the piano man played
All her favorite tunes
Hearing the applause
From the audience
When they knew
She was so talented
But she gave it all up
When she married
My Dad
Five children
She eventually had
So she gave
Her gift of voice
To her oldest son too
And he developed
The harmonic love
For singing the blues
For she is our Mother
As she will always be
The only one
Continuingly

It just wasn’t meant
For her body to last
And now
As she finally leaves
Never to be returning
It feels like life
Will come undone
The total end
Yet I know
For her
It’s a new beginning
So I have decided
To let her go
To be an orphan
In the audience
In her last show
Kowing her body is failing
She has lost her sight
Praying that her mind
Didn’t really know
As her Daughter
Held onto her hand
In her last moments
When she finally let go
Seeing the peacefulness
Upon her face
Hoping
That she did realize
How grateful
Her children are
That we did know
Of her sacrifice
To have heard her voice
Her stories of memory
The feel of softness
In her loving touch
Her times of melancholy
Her comfort and praise
To have had the chance
To experience her
In all her human ways
Our Mother
The Singer
Trapped in a song
She can no longer sing
And as we lay her to rest
With the words her Son
Did say
As he helped her to bed
“Goodnight,
God bless,
Pleasant dreams”
With a kiss
Upon her lips
These are the moments
That we will always miss
For she is our Mother
As she will always be
Continuingly…

Cee            Copyright 2005

 

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HOW TO WORK FROM HOME FOR FREE – PROVEN RESULTS

Posted in Internet Business, Online business, Uncategorized, Work from Home with tags , , , , , , on April 2, 2008 by artsyprints

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SPIRITS FOLLOW – EASTER POETRY TO INSPIRE CREATIVITY « Artsyprints’s Weblog

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SPIRITS FOLLOW – EASTER POETRY TO INSPIRE CREATIVITY

Posted in art, Art and Poetry, inspirational, Inspirational poetry, POETRY, SPIRITUAL POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , on March 24, 2008 by artsyprints

 On Easter Sunday, 2008, I dedicate this poem to all that have gone before us but continue to exist in our hearts, memories and spirit.

 Spirits Follow

SPIRITS FOLLOW

AS I TURN MY BACK
AND WALK AWAY
I SEE MYSELF
THROUGH THE WINDOW PANE
THROUGH ALL THE PAINTINGS
OF MY PAST
THROUGH ALL THE QUESTIONS
I NEVER ASKED
THROUGH THE PAST DECISIONS
I’VE DENIED BUT MADE
AND IN THE DEAFENING SILENCE LAY
THE ANSWERS TO
DRAWN DEEP INSIDE
I ENTER THE ALONENESS
AND TESTIFY
THAT I SURVIVE
THERE IS NO OTHER WAY
FOR I KNOW
I’VE COME THROUGH
THE MILLENIUMS WITH YOU
EACH TIME TO REVIVE
AND IN MY MIND’S
PAINTINGS
I SEE YOUR EYES
SO PIERCING AND PROUD
IN A DIFFERENT FORM
BUT NOT DISGUISED
TO ME
FOR YOU WILL ALWAYS
COME OUT IN YOU
WITH COMPLETE UNIQUENESS
FOR YOU ARE BLESSED
IN YOUR PURE
BEINGNESS
FOR YOU ARE SOMEBODY
IN THE RIGHT NOW
NOT BECAUSE
YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE
OR WILL BECOME
FOR YOU ARE ALL
THAT YOU SURROUND
IN FULFILLING EXPANSIVENESS
AND I WILL ALWAYS KNOW
YOUR TRUE IDENTITY
AS I TAKE MY LEAVE
I OPEN
MY GOLDEN GREEN EYES
TO WHAT MY FUTURE
MIND SEES
AND GIVE TO YOU
THE GREATEST OF GIFTS
MY TOTAL CERTAINTY
FOR SPIRITS FOLLOW
SPIRITS AROUND
AND IT’S BY ENERGY
THAT WE ARE BOUND
AND IN THIS
ANCIENT AGREED UPON REALITY
LIFE IS PROFOUND
IT FORMS OUR
CONNECTIVE CREATIVITY
AND CAN BE FOUND
THROUGHOUT OUR ETERNITY…
AS I TURN MY BACK
AND WALK AWAY
I SEE THE SAND SHIFT
AS IT COVERS UP
MY MOST RECENT
FOOTSTEPS
AND I SEE IT SIFT
THROUGH MY HANDS
THE TINY PEBBLES BLOW AWAY
ACROSS THE LAND
AND INTO ANOTHER PHASE
I UNDERSTAND
YOU MAY NOT KNOW
YOUR POWER FROM WITHIN
OR THAT BREATHING YOUR AIR
MAKES ME EXPAND
THAT THE FLASHES OF INSIGHT
I DID CONCEIVE
COMES FROM YOUR PURE BEING
SO I LEAVE
SOME LITTLE PART
OF MYSELF
WITH YOU NOW
SO, ACCEPT IT PLEASE
FOR IT IS PROFOUND
A SELECT AWARENESS
THAT OPENS TO BE
THE CHERISHED IN YOU
THAT WILL GIVE YOU PEACE
TO COMPLETE YOUR HEART FLOW
IF YOU WILL OPEN
AND SINCERELY RECEIVE
IT WILL BE
IF YOU ALLOW
AN INSIGHT
INTO DEFINED INTEGRITY
LOCKED IN TIME
WITH CHOSEN MEMORY
AND I WILL ALWAYS FEEL
A TRUE AFFINITY
AS I COMPLETELY RELEASE
I OPEN
MY GOLDEN GREEN EYES
TO WHAT THE FUTURE
CAN BE
AND GIVE IT TO YOU
THE LASTING OF GIFTS
MY TOTAL PERCEPTIBILITY
FOR SPIRITS FOLLOW
SPIRITS AROUND
AND IT’S BY SOURCE
THAT WE ARE FOUND
AND IN THIS ANCIENT AGREED UPON CREATIVITY
LIFE IS PROFOUND
IT FORMS OUR
OBJECTIVE REALITY
AND WE ARE BOUND
THROUGHOUT ALL ETERNITY…

FOR SPIRITS FOLLOW SPIRITS AROUND
AND THE MOST BLESSED
OF TRUE GIFTS
A TOTAL MIRACLE
IS OUR BEING
IN THE NOW…

ARTSY C. 12/02

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Saying Goodbye