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- Thread starter Jeremiahcp
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If I had this day to own
I think I could sit here for an hour
With nothing more important
Than coffee and this pen
And how much better living’s been
Without you.
I don’t do a lot these days —
It’s so crazy, but it’s fun
Just recalling what I’m missing
Without you.
It ain’t about good or bad
Or anything so grim —
I remember well your beauty —
But the mornings still have been
Lighter now without you.
I think I could sit here for an hour
With nothing more important
Than coffee and this pen
And how much better living’s been
Without you.
I don’t do a lot these days —
It’s so crazy, but it’s fun
Just recalling what I’m missing
Without you.
It ain’t about good or bad
Or anything so grim —
I remember well your beauty —
But the mornings still have been
Lighter now without you.
A one foot circle where no one walks but everyone walks near to
nothing unusual about it but that no one ever steps there
no one notices or knows there is an untouched dot
it is always just out of the way and inconvenient
it is the place someone would stand had they not died
someone erased would have liked this spot
they would have stood there at least once
and though it nice to stand out of the way and to watch
more ancient than any cathedral it remains unchanged
somehow always under an overhang, a tree or a rock
never in the rain, never peed on or sniffed or sat upon
for centuries and millennia not a foot sets sole on it
nothing unusual about it but that no one ever steps there
no one notices or knows there is an untouched dot
it is always just out of the way and inconvenient
it is the place someone would stand had they not died
someone erased would have liked this spot
they would have stood there at least once
and though it nice to stand out of the way and to watch
more ancient than any cathedral it remains unchanged
somehow always under an overhang, a tree or a rock
never in the rain, never peed on or sniffed or sat upon
for centuries and millennia not a foot sets sole on it
Nice one! I really like the thought behind the poem.
I love this one!
I especially like that one. Thanks for sharing!
"Wisdom for which there is no word" --- that line strikes true.
Thanks very much for reading it. I liked the paintings. Here are some criticisms, which I hope you will prefer to a simple like.
The cosmic hand holding a book is an aggregate of mysterion and could be the cover for a book on a religious topic.
The painting that moved me was the one with two similar hats, the man and the little man. I think that the picture is perfect, except the man's back calf should be more broken or darker. Water where I live is a lot more brackish. I like the way you make the water sparkle and the light outlines with bright colors. Its a very moving picture and would go well with subjects like education or parenting.
That last one has a pointy forehead, which is a mistake unless it there is purpose to it like to suggest the person is making a point or to emphasize something. If that is a true picture of you and your forehead is that pointy then you should get it hammered down right away and come back when you are done. (Consult a doctor first.) I like everything else in that one such as the slanted mouth. I think it looks like a stage magician plying his trade.
Jeremiahcp
Well-Known Jerk
Don't be shy people, there is no judgment here.
Jeremiahcp
Well-Known Jerk
I typically write just little poems, but here is one of my longer poems.
Follow Me
Follow me and we’ll swing
off the tip of the Crescent Moon,
into winged boots,
and race Mercury around the Sun.
Once we have won
we’ll swoon Venus
with a volcanic love song.
Then from her fiery embrace,
make our escape
with her sister Gaia;
to ride on clouds and sway
in the emerald day.
We’ll take up arms
to make war with Mars;
from the top of Olympus Mons
we’ll throw him down,
claim his red crown.
Then flee from the rage
of his desert plains.
We’ll strike loose the Asteroid Belt,
and watch the mighty boulders
crash, bash and rumble
across empty space.
We’ll brave the immortal storm
to blaze and craze,
as we stare Jupiter down,
and sling him in his unblinking eye;
before the giant crumbles we’ll fly.
And hook a spin
on Saturn's crystal rings.
In our circle, dizzy haze
we’ll jump off and shake off
the daze.
From Titan’s reach
we’ll beseech Uranus
to soar with us
in his the azure ice.
Leaving father emeritus behind
we’ll dive head long,
into the vast Neptune blue
and swim on through;
to fall, fumble
trip and tumble
after Pluto’s irregular loop.
As Voyager did we too shall forge
where nothing from Earth has flown before;
and as the distant stars
waltz to the cosmic song,
we’ll dance across the Milky Way.
Follow Me
Follow me and we’ll swing
off the tip of the Crescent Moon,
into winged boots,
and race Mercury around the Sun.
Once we have won
we’ll swoon Venus
with a volcanic love song.
Then from her fiery embrace,
make our escape
with her sister Gaia;
to ride on clouds and sway
in the emerald day.
We’ll take up arms
to make war with Mars;
from the top of Olympus Mons
we’ll throw him down,
claim his red crown.
Then flee from the rage
of his desert plains.
We’ll strike loose the Asteroid Belt,
and watch the mighty boulders
crash, bash and rumble
across empty space.
We’ll brave the immortal storm
to blaze and craze,
as we stare Jupiter down,
and sling him in his unblinking eye;
before the giant crumbles we’ll fly.
And hook a spin
on Saturn's crystal rings.
In our circle, dizzy haze
we’ll jump off and shake off
the daze.
From Titan’s reach
we’ll beseech Uranus
to soar with us
in his the azure ice.
Leaving father emeritus behind
we’ll dive head long,
into the vast Neptune blue
and swim on through;
to fall, fumble
trip and tumble
after Pluto’s irregular loop.
As Voyager did we too shall forge
where nothing from Earth has flown before;
and as the distant stars
waltz to the cosmic song,
we’ll dance across the Milky Way.
psychoslice
Veteran Member
I love making reborn dolls, I paint them and put hair and eye's, the more lifelike they are the more money you get, they can sell from three hundred to two thousand dollars, this is one of mine.
Jeremiahcp
Well-Known Jerk
Wow, that is an impressive doll. It looks almost real.
Song I wrote a cpl thousand years ago.
Reverie
Rollerblading down the boardwalk
Past the winos on the pier
Doing peruettes to music
That only she can hear
Dancing in the forest naked
Singing lovesongs to the trees
No one's certain what her name is
So we call her Reverie.
Reverie talks to the ocean
Gets her answers from the tides
Says the seagulls think she's crazy
But she takes it all in stride.
Got a labradour named Elvis
And a cat named Nat King Cole
Never has to walk or feed them
Cuz they're both invisible.
Reverie says that space and time
Are chains we make to bind our minds
Once you throw your mind away
The child inside comes out to play
"Lambs eat oats, and does eat oats
Row, row your boat now, gently down the stream"
So says Reverie.
Waved me over like she knew me
To some shade down by the stream
Then she started talking to me
Said she met me in a dream.
She said, "Lifes not complicated
We're just here to breath the air"
Told me "Love is what you make it"
So we made it then and there.
I must admit that life gets kind
Of crazy when you lose your mind
but...
Then again, "reality"
Aint all that it's cracked up to be
So,..
you can have your plans and schemes
I'm doing just fine now, living in a dream
Here with Reverie.
Takes the weight off of my shoulders
Puts my head up in the clouds
Can't remember when I hold her
What the fuss was all about.
We don't need to see the future
that would screw up the surprise
We're just living in forever
One day at a time.
I know she wont try to cage me
She'll never play me for a fool
Wont cast a spell to try and change me
Like some other witches do.
And when the incantations spoken
I guess there's nothing left to say
Her love's a spell that can't be broken
Wouldn't want to anyway...
Way down, deep inside
There's a place where Reverie resides
Don't care who's there next to me
She's the only woman I'll ever see.
She's the only lover I'll ever need
So what if she was just a dream
Oh well ****n' A, and Blessed B
That's my Reverie.
Reverie
Rollerblading down the boardwalk
Past the winos on the pier
Doing peruettes to music
That only she can hear
Dancing in the forest naked
Singing lovesongs to the trees
No one's certain what her name is
So we call her Reverie.
Reverie talks to the ocean
Gets her answers from the tides
Says the seagulls think she's crazy
But she takes it all in stride.
Got a labradour named Elvis
And a cat named Nat King Cole
Never has to walk or feed them
Cuz they're both invisible.
Reverie says that space and time
Are chains we make to bind our minds
Once you throw your mind away
The child inside comes out to play
"Lambs eat oats, and does eat oats
Row, row your boat now, gently down the stream"
So says Reverie.
Waved me over like she knew me
To some shade down by the stream
Then she started talking to me
Said she met me in a dream.
She said, "Lifes not complicated
We're just here to breath the air"
Told me "Love is what you make it"
So we made it then and there.
I must admit that life gets kind
Of crazy when you lose your mind
but...
Then again, "reality"
Aint all that it's cracked up to be
So,..
you can have your plans and schemes
I'm doing just fine now, living in a dream
Here with Reverie.
Takes the weight off of my shoulders
Puts my head up in the clouds
Can't remember when I hold her
What the fuss was all about.
We don't need to see the future
that would screw up the surprise
We're just living in forever
One day at a time.
I know she wont try to cage me
She'll never play me for a fool
Wont cast a spell to try and change me
Like some other witches do.
And when the incantations spoken
I guess there's nothing left to say
Her love's a spell that can't be broken
Wouldn't want to anyway...
Way down, deep inside
There's a place where Reverie resides
Don't care who's there next to me
She's the only woman I'll ever see.
She's the only lover I'll ever need
So what if she was just a dream
Oh well ****n' A, and Blessed B
That's my Reverie.
Jeremiahcp
Well-Known Jerk
Very nice meter and rhyme. My meter and rhyme is always all over the place.
An ode to free will....
I think that my will's unconstrained,
a feeling which is quite ingrained.
And though I've volition
I've still a suspicion
my choices are all preordained.
I think that my will's unconstrained,
a feeling which is quite ingrained.
And though I've volition
I've still a suspicion
my choices are all preordained.
psychoslice
Veteran Member
I love painting, mainly oil portraits, this is one of my favorites.
psychoslice
Veteran Member
This song my friend and I wrote is an anti-war song, It's about losing our child like way's to gain the stupidity
of adulthood.
of adulthood.
I don't draw anymore (used to, just got lazy) but I've learned a few interesting ways to "cheat" in order to create images using computer apps. 
Below are a couple of pics of a character from a story I wrote and hope to turn into a graphic novel someday.
I made these by creating a 3D model, taking screen shots and running the images through an insane amount of filters. The only actual art involved was in shading and drawing in some of the finer details.
Below are a couple of pics of a character from a story I wrote and hope to turn into a graphic novel someday.
I made these by creating a 3D model, taking screen shots and running the images through an insane amount of filters. The only actual art involved was in shading and drawing in some of the finer details.
