Art
Am no artist, but I know art;
Skilled talent it is;
A creative and sublime uniqueness;
The sharpest precision to reality;
Things to unfold it holds;
A mountain of the purest truth;
A gate to absolute liberty;
The idea to freedom
poem
Light
Twas morning, yet it became morning again;
Then light became light;
White smile, as snow-white;
Thus a pull, long as a pool;
Comfort in self
Sometime ago, not a long time ago, Bornface was as he still is. He was quiet, noble, modest and always desired perfection. Bornface himself was very careful and keen to very small details of life that most people consider a necessary risk. Bornface never wanted to break the big don’ts of life, but he always considered an exceedingly too much of humility and kindness to be a safe side to incline. Generally, Bornface always, or most of the times wanted to appear a little foolish. As others looked and craved to be noticed, he got his satisfaction from assisting someone and going unnoticed, but he also felt a so much deep thirst to be appreciated. He wanted to be something. Something like oxygen, not so much talked about, but means life.
Bornface wanted and desired to do the things that others found impossible! His desire for helping could make him weep inside just by seeing how helpless a so strong bull is being slaughtered. He imagined, “what did I give to deserve to be born a human, conscious of myself. This bull doesn’t even know what’s about to happen. It has never did anything intentionally with interior motive to hurt anyone, but it’s being killed….the world is unfair!!!” But immediately he finished meditating on that, a memory, long lost in the high school backup file fades in. How he answered one class-mate when that class mate tried to convince him how life is unfair. “(As they were leaving the Christian union on Sunday…)…you see Bornface, life is very unfair. How can… (His friend wanted to continue but was cut short sharply). Life is fair, because life is from God, and God is fair…” Bornface spoke like one with a divine confirmation.
Expectedly, Bornface had a more closed personality, besides weird. He was more focused to the “half empty” part of the glass! He was more disturbed by curiosity of what’s he doesn’t know, and why he doesn’t know. He, sometimes, wondered what’s not I the bible than what’s in the bible. Weird as it sounds, Bornface couldn’t just help my why he don’t, or can’t know everything. He very well understood the fact that no one can naturally comprehend everything, but he made every effort to know what he thought was important to know, (according to him…).
…TO BE CONTINUED
“Alone”
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
The Perfect Prototype
It heals, when it feels, because it fulfills;
A space, in a place, of grace;
This restriction, of a conviction, thus much crucifixion;
A reign, of chain, like Cain;
Twas first, and fast, but cursed;
A moment, in a pavement, of torment;
If only time, could sublime, so I could mime;
Now it’s a sin, to be seen, in the scene;
As sure, as pure, was the cure;
A phantom, even Adam, couldn’t fathom;
Like a bread, from a friend
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I have a dream,
My future, can I trust you with my dream?
My dream, can I trust you with my youth?
Who is trustworthy, who do I trust?
I have a secret,
My spouse, can I trust you with my secret?
My secret, can I trust you with my weakness?
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I have a story,
My friend, can I trust you with my story?
My story, can I trust you with my past?
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I have some faith,
My church, can I trust you with my faith?
My faith, can I trust you with my logic?
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I have some cash,
My today, do I trust you with my cash?
My cash, do I trust you with my tomorrow?
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I have education,
Mr. Employer, can I trust you will consider my education?
My education, can I trust you in my interview?
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I have a freewill,
My freedom, can I trust you with my freewill?
My freewill, can I trust you with my character?
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I have principles,
My life, can I trust you will live my principles?
My principles, can I trust you with my humanity?
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I have emotions,
My steadfastness, can I trust you with my emotions?
My emotions, can I trust you with my moods?
Who is trustworthy, who do I trust?
I listen carefully,
My neighbor,
Do I trust you have good intentions?
How do I trust you don’t intend me to open up?
What do you want to know when I start to open up?
I fear, am afraid, I fear, I don’t want to speak…
Who is trustworthy, who do I trust?
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