This all-consuming Silent suffering Is to be a part As blessing and curse Of the heart of art This which pays nothing And which costs nothing Less than everything
For better and worse We are made to make
What we will fight for More than anything In the universe Is just to be free And to dream awake As we ask for more Quite simple really
What we want to do Is make it better Creating a door Brushstroke by letter From false into true Breaking our fetter To get through to you
And we may disperse But we never break
We live in the dark As misunderstood Or live in the park In your neighborhood Each of us a part As blessing and curse Of the heart of art This which pays nothing
This no paying journey has been worth the tears, the fears--as long as our words are getting out there, that's what matters. If one person is touched by your words, you've done your job, done it well.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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This no paying journey has been worth the tears, the fears--as long as our words are getting out there, that's what matters. If one person is touched by your words, you've done your job, done it well.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Excellent write!!
good writ j+