We have to let ourselves to commit mistakes.
We are not always going to make the best, but we can’t spend our lives wondering what if.
We are all the same and inevitably, we are going to screw up.
We can’t sit around and feel sorry for ourselves.
Mistakes make us to eventually get things right.
It takes time to love youself,
but I promise you,
it’s worth the trouble
Vociferous times bring out the artist in us:
for creativity is our weapon against the penury of our lives;
so write for the chaotic thoughts,
splatter paint of the dread happening inside you
dance your way into the fray
for this is our way to
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If pen and brush are to move in every direction,
there will be books that call for burning of books,
paintings that torture the artist; and
poems that kill the poet
Jean-Léon Gérôme’s The Death of Caesar,
When will you step out of your cage
And I will get rid off my shackles
Our star will shine so bright
Boiling emotions will wait for eruption
so strong that we will only see each other
the ocean will move
lands will crash
mountains will fall
then we will be happy.
I cannot fathom
how you gather such energy
to loathe as vehemently as you do.
I look around and I see a wounded world –
statues of angels
weeping in the wake
of tragic suffering
hearts weighed against the want
of worthless paper –
the currency of cruelty;
a selfish prayer for salvation.
the Earth is bleeding
and its ocean weep –
do you reall seek
to add to the darkness?
bitter girls; choking
on their own venom –
projecting her own insecurities
upon the innocent.
you only taint the air you breathe.
gray clouds for a black heart
and I pity you
those shards of broken beauty –
the realms you ruined –
ruined with your own hands.
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Artwork by Maine artist Laurie Proctor