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Studio corner…

My Studio Corner

LOOKING AGAIN

Brushes and paint lie dormant

Dormant man – fighting infirmities

They call it lockdown…

As it ventures to catch your brain

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Shaking-off the shackles

Of indolent’s stealth

At least the eye can lift itself

To look again

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At the industry hand and brain has formed

Former works – done for me

For me it oft seems a lesser reward

Determined by the fickle browse of 

Moods jury

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Never a unanimous verdict

Only one short-lived before it is changed

I will give you them all

Only say the word

And my gallery is yours

                    …

But I must not let my hunger

For man’s empty praise

Cause me to sell this birthright

For a mess of pottage

Life in Pictures

LIFE IN PICTURES

My life flashes past me in photographs

Why do we keep these things?

My life is vaporising day by day

It appears for a moment

And vanishes away

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It appears for a moment again

In these photographs – physically –

laid out on the floor

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Now here it comes up

The emotional perceiving of friends gone

My life stops in front of me on paper

That person – loved and esteemed

In my life no more

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And now it comes up – the lump in my throat

As the vapour stands still

In colour and black and white

All flat on glossy surface

As the light hits it – but absent friends – no more

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Now they come up – the flooding memories

I perceive and lay aside

Never seeing much point in upsetting myself

All emotional within

Kiss them and put them away

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My name will echo in days to come

Echo around the room of relatives still here

As the old photo album is reached for

And dad/uncle/friend/grandad is pointed out

In photos on the floor

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And bang them though you will

And poke the video even more

Yet you will never materialise what has gone before

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I’m gone – only flat-me remains

I smile out at you

You smile back at me – but you – I cannot see

Photos – photos – what use are you?

You can’t bring them back to my warm embrace

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Photos – photos – I can see

Photos staring back at me

All flat and glossy though you be

Your premier production is a two

On a scale of ten-to-three

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Nothing substitutes for time gone by

Nothing takes the place of the real you and I

Hug me quick – hug me long

Keep these moments – my life prolong

Thankfulness for time well spent

Loving all – thicker than water

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You – are – right – now

I am right now

Dispense with the photos and jump together

Holding our embrace

Jump into inner space

Or hold forever all our love within

The end will come – but let us begin

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Keep our love fresh – let me see your face

The smile and look – I know so well

I tick the box on the form

With indelible ink – I fix you before my eyes

I melt into you – and will never leave

As eternity is promised to those who believe

Outside of it

OUTSIDE OF IT

And if I was in the way of all fleshly culture

Accolades would come and offer themselves

I see through the mist of words coming my way

And look to the heart of the wordsmith supply

The mouth and the pen speaking the abundance of the heart

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And they have their own secular priests in poetry’s halls of fame

And they applaud and visit the award ceremonies

And give them their time of day

And exult in their devises and words – great and swelling

And hanging on every word – they like their controversy

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All give appearances of humility and ‘I don’t know’

But all think they do – in some held mystery

Best piano performers – as they press the keys of words

Their daily practice others perceive is a place too high

For mere mortal men – they miss how the ‘magicians’ do it

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On the pedestal of applause they must get their fix

Who is in it for the money and the fame?

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Yet words – as far as words go –

Oft find some harmony and balance

As the poets scratch their lines in the sands of time

I wonder at – all this jiving around – 

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For selling the soul – all is offered

In prison [through time and shackles worn]

Adulation or the promise of exclusivity and

Man’s empty praise

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But I can only be an observer

When I take the time to look

A sideways glance at the vying for position

I am not a friend of this world

And need not their kingly throne

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So says the man who wants to write a poem

So says the man

who hasn’t completely thought this through

Pseudo Love

PSEUDO LOVE

Fame and fortune

The new eureka of utopia

All heads clambering for recognition

All choosers make their choice

Here today – gone tomorrow

All famous for 15 minutes

All grasping fame in youthful pursuit

All repenting at leisure

As damage is done

To heart and mind

As reeling to and fro

As shooting-up in desperation

Epidemic – paralleling a virus

Emptiness of emptiness

All is emptiness

Fame has failed

Fortune is gone

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Finding purpose in some things

Crawling back to the ordinary

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Then making their way back

The pop idol dissipated

Returns to the stage of fame

It’s all he knows

Abandoned for normality until

It reaches out it’s tentacles still

Re-captures and puts on display

The one who had clean got away

“Why am I doing this?” comes to mind

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Looking for the pseudo-love substitute

For the deep need of all mankind

Mystical statistician

Mystical statistician

There once was a mystic who was into statistics

He discovered that people weren’t mystical at all

Most – answered the survey and confessed to being realistic

And although pessimistic –

Were optimistic about being atheistic

They loved to beat down the mystics who were ‘on the ball’

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He tried to publish his statistics being a good mystic

Publish for the benefit of all

But he received a rebuttal from those – more linguistic

In their approach to the question of death

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They cornered him and bullied him and hit him with words

But he managed to rise above it all

He left this world when his time had come

And now he sits where they can’t exist

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…What with being atheistic an’ all…

Seedsinmotion

SEEDSINMOTION

The name of this blog – seedsinmotion – truth – n – art, summed up the way I wished to go in blogging.

I wanted to share the teachings of God’s Word and at the same time, remind us to embrace and enjoy life as it has been given.

Embrace it, for example, through enjoyment of art and writing.

False religion might suggest something different. In former times, visual art seemingly was rejected by some religious folks arresting the scripture that says:

Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.

Taking it out of context and failing to read the verse before it:

Thou shalt have no other gods before me.

Art is not here to be worshipped but certainly enjoyed.

The fact that mankind was created in our Creator’s image suggests to me that mankind should prioritise being creative. Expressing creativeness in various ways, whether in how they lay out their garden, decorate a room, sculpt, or paint etc.

A creative approach to life should be perpetually engaged in.

All without bowing down before any of it – and reserving worship to that same creator, maker of the heavens and the earth.

Let’s make things.

I initially in this blog, almost daily exposed my paintings to ‘the world’. It’s almost two years since I stopped posting my work, in such a prolific way.

Thereafter ‘Likes’ soon diminished, when I stopped. After all it’s easy to view a piece of art rather than patiently explore a written post.

My walk with God is the most important thing in my life. How could it be otherwise?After all…

For what is your life? It is even a vapour that appears for a little time and then vanishes away…(James 4/14)

…away into the arms of a Loving Saviour, if you are a friend of His.

This is how Stephen – a ‘vapour’ like the rest of us, left his body:

Acts 7/29

And they stoned Stephen as he was calling on God and saying, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.”

God loves us so much – He so loved the world that He gave…. (Jn. 3/16)

God wants us to look into His personality and nature, and has provided The Word of God – to make that possible.

This brings me to another part of my seedsinmotion blog: TRUTH.

Increasingly TRUTH is an illusive ‘commodity’ in these days.

There has never been so much manifest confusion, in my lifetime.

How difficult it is to hear the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

It seems almost impossible to find it in the words of men. ‘Fake’ has almost replaced real.

Pilate stood before The Christ and asked the question: What is truth?

Pilate said to Him, “What is truth?” And when he had said this, he went out again to the Jews, and said to them, “I find no fault in Him at all…”

Standing before Pilate was the Personification of all truth and he (Pilate) couldn’t see it, he didn’t know it.

And he didn’t find the answer to his question. He did not find the truth, just like many thousands, as we speak.

So this exposes man’s dilemma. There is a blindness that is upon the minds of men. And the blind try to lead the blind – but all fall into the ditch of error and lies.

In this day and age – the biggest carriers of confusion seems to be the politicians on the big world stage.

They can’t agree on what the truth is.

There is so much inconclusive debate going on. There is so much that seems to be the truth, but with insufficient evidence to confirm it.

Indisputable evidence is often a slow train coming.

Meantime, failing to see their own inbuilt bias – many fail to see it is from their inbuilt-bias-held-views – that cause them to fall down on a particular opinion and to conclude it is true.

Even though it should not leave (as yet) the place of mere possibility or suspicion.

A man is innocent until proven guilty.

How about applying that rule to truth seeking?

Truth should be sought still – before randomly attaching the truth label to an unsubstantiated opinion.

It’s easy to conclude something as true for all kinds of reasons often because it feeds into and suits our pre-conceptions, or because it suits us to say it is true, even though it isn’t.

In emotional fervour it is easy to jump to the wrong conclusions.

Many, thinking ‘it’ to be the truth – actually believe a lie.

Christian truth overflows the Bible. I trust it because it is God’s Truth and it makes us free.

It is the only thing on earth to be trusted completely, more than any other writings or any other person.

So I write my seeds of truth.

But also poetry, which can be fictitious, observational, or whatever, and because it is fiction – well, that’s the only time it doesn’t have to be true, in the strictest sense, – is it not?

Maybe each piece of poetry, needs an explanatory proviso, or do we all know, fiction can be true or false?

Fiction can be make believe, and is acceptable, because the author is not trying to deceive us in the real world?

True art is simply an individuals self-expression, i.e. true to themselves. That’s enough for it to be genuine (another idea of true), without plagiarism, but, in my opinion, not necessarily communicative of a given truth, or absolute truth.

Seeds of biblical truth, truth spoken in love, and art – painted, written and spoken poetically, that’s my ‘manifesto’.

Repentance from dismay

REPENTANCE FROM DISMAY

Now I’m all geared-up for the last round-up

Hoping it lasts for years

All stood up am I

Looking with peeked hand against the sun

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The heat of battle does not draw any enthusiasm

One might say: ‘avoid – avoid – avoid’

Run to the wings – stay out of the fray

Who ever liked the fray anyway?

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But lifting the flap of my bag of words

I daintily choose a few – where to throw them?

Where to grow them?

Will you know them? –

and really get – what they say…?

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Ah ha!? – it’s fallen-man’s dilemma

You never understood me – I never understood you

We never understand –

there is none who understands

Do you ever get my gist?

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Stop there – take a pause – as one does…

Re-write your thought life

See what you will find – unwind – de-complicate

Re: Your established portfolio – look again

Try to see in a new way the thoughts

you’ve entertained everyday

For how long is it now – 

as you keep your parameters in place?

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When you decide you might be wrong

Turn this way

Listen long enough – study hard enough

With furrowed brow – try to give it a chance

i.e. the gospel of repentance from dismay