My Artwork with Words

Ah, those messages of fear,

Be careful- you could get raped, robbed, killed or beaten!

Be ware, there are racists, serial killers, floods, and shootings!

Be alert! They are out to take your money!

Is shouted out to you-

Guard your home with these smoke detectors-

These motion sensors-

These windows will never break!

PROTECT YOURSELF -They cry!

Against whom? May you may ask-

The rapists, the killers, the robbers, the fires, the floods, the people who are out to take your money! Your precious money! Why dont you give it to us, instead of having it taken from you?

-They shall reply.

Little do you know,

For you have been conned!

That they are out to take your money,

They are the ones to watch for.

So buy this insurance, to make sure they dont get you!

Buy the Lysol,

Buy the Honda,

Wear Diesel clothes and everyone will want to have sex with you!

Drink the beer, and you will be sexy!

Smoke Marlboro and you will be a man.

Conform and everyone will love you.

Consume and you will be happy.

Obey and you will be perfect.

So,

CONFROM

COMSUME

OBEY.

Serenity

Alone on a cliff

The fierce wind whips my hair

Brings tears of freedom to my eyes

The sea of colors roiling beneath me .

I lift my arms to the heavens

My wings burst from my figure

As they catch the winds

I rise up above

The tears of freedom set me even farther into the sky

I fly alone

In complete and unbroken Serenity .

I watch as people die,

And as people are born

The dead come to join me

Their wings mingling and brushing against mine.

I fly above them and burst into the sea of color

Now above where before it was below

The winds slip around me

Carrying me to unknown

To Heaven or Hell,

I dont care

This Serenity is all

These gentle winds flip and toss me

And I move with them.

The stars welcome me

I dance among them

My body covered in star-dust

I sparkle

Our voices mingle and I join the song of the stars for the night.

I fly on, watching dreams pass

Remorse joins company with me

Joy soon to.

Melancholy soon mingles her dreary wings with mine.

We fly with seasons years and the Souls of Fallen Angels.

I feel in my heart we are coming closer to Gods greater purpose .

My wing tips brush the ground trailing star dust,

We behold a dying light, the light of life.

He comes to us speaks to us in a way we can understand

All but me .

He shows us the light of life is dying.

All panic as the last sparks seem to die,

The sliver of Serenity in my heart compels me to do what I know is right

I unfurl my wings and step into the light of life

The tips of my wings ablaze with the firy color of life

Soon I blaze with darkness and light

My life and my death given to a new world .

The Calmness and Serenity of Peace fill my being

I fulfilled Gods purpose,

But all flames die,

And soon I will have company

To burn together

Them with light

Me with darkness.

Word Shaper

My pale hand

Dips down,

Into the bowl of the sky above me

Scoops up the sounds and meanings

And forms them into heart-words.

I weave them into shapes and patterns,

A flowing script

A tear-worn heart

A singing soaring flight

They may rip and tear at you

Or leave you calm and serene.

One thing for sure they will do,

Is to fill you with my feeling

The little hands

Tearing at my heart

Or my anger,

Or my love,

However I arrange them

They shall steal

Quiet as muted mice

And reach their meaning into your mind

And you shall see through my eyes.

A hallowed space,

Beneath your breast,

Empty, but free,

Bottomless and deep,

Deep as the sea, to whom you belong.

Wing-tips stretch far,

Brushing the glowing faces of passers-by

A smile,

It brought to cracked and crumbled lips,

A song wrought of light,

Seeps into hearts of those willing to take it.

Bright eyes of ocean currents,

Reflect thy face in the sea.

A lonely traveler,

With spreading wings,

And a cloak of darkened hearts,

Brings light to those you do not touch with romance.

Waiting alone by the shore,

Waiting for your boat to come in.

I look into your eyes,

See myself reflected there,

And I know we are the same person,

And our firey ocean spirit infuse.

And I dont know,

Our destiny or fate,

Of us who cannot love,

Without inflicting pain,

Maybe the answer is,

We will clip our own wings,

When we find someone,

Who does not tie us down,

But still loves us,

For who we are.

And as we gaze out over the grey mist

And the darkened shadows

We unfurl out giant wings,

And greet the upturned light of understanding.

Sarah's first rap, awww, isnt it cute?!

Its all so fucked up And the words keep on turning up, On the doorstep of my soul, As I spring from the lamented mold, from which artists before me have foretold. The ballads before me have sung, the unchangeable path of the damned. The curse of our tortured hands, seeps deep into the souls of hellish fervor, and the endeavor to which we are irresistibly dragged,

The maggots of our crumbling souls are taken within the fold, under the wings of beloved ones, but our tortured destiny unfolds and we must break free, break free from all the holds, on which the people place us. Anything the holds, confined and contained, till a rush of ill-fated, unbreakable mortar tarishes our gold, however dim.

And the sin. Ah, Sin rolls as he tolls, tolls, tolls, ironbrassy bells, a peon to the fell, breathless dark and dank souls, who break free of all that loves and wish to capture. And his rapture, as he watched the eyes, the eyes that roll to the peon of his bells.

Three have breathed you too deeply,

And have mistaken your fire for love,

And are now as empty as I,

But you, and I

Are free.

They stand,

The glorious remains of your love,

Hallowed and scorched,

Like tall, majestic trees,

With the swamp waters reaching,

And seeping into their roots,

Rotting them slowly from the inside.

For they cannot find a feeling,

Quite like feeling you.

This is the reward for their devotion,

If it was ever true.

Wing-tips brush the upturned faces of the passers-by,

The beauty in pain in your flight,

Bring diamond tears to the sentimental eye.

You have caused enough damage here.

You cannot love without inflicting pain,

You wonder at your curse,

And who will be the one,

To clip your wings and dowse your fire,

Because those scorched husks in your wakes,

Their pure devotion was not enough.

If it was ever true.

You wonder,

Will it hurt to be tied down,

Wing-tips singed and unable to fly?

Will he be fierce,

Crashing you to the ground,

And nursing your wounds to love?

Or will he be strong,

And kind,

Seeing your scars,

But not be devoted?

But still in love?

Because,

If its the devotion which kills your heart,

Then you need the one who is not devoted,

Not loyal to the death,

To tie you down.

Diving into what seems like a puddle,

But is as deep as the sea.

Harmonies,

Chords and rhythm,

Shadows and patches of light,

Playing,

Gently caressing over beings,

Slowly swaying to the beat of the ocean,

We are as deep in the ocean as our hearts,

Plunging down, but never reaching the dark,

Never reaching the bottom.

Your eyes are as deep as the ocean,

know that I think of you.

I plunge deeper into the heart of the sea,

The calm penetrating the chaos of life on land,

I wish to be able to live in these depths,

To never touch land again,

To swim in harmony,

With your heart of hearts,

But,

As my head breaks the surface,

Lungs burning,

I laugh.

(not named yet- whoa cool font)

Emptiness consumes me, and tears fall from my eyes like rain falling to the sea,
a small droplet in a sea lonely sadness.
My gaze does rest upon my hands, so small and weak,
pale and insignificant,
they push against all I love,
all I hate.
the waves and waves of tears, they slice and pour through me
like dirty dishwater,
tainting all that I feel.
They pour through me and I feel empty and hollow,
the empty husk of where something beautiful used to live,
no more.
no more.
no more.

Maybe I can float away,
with the wind at my back
into the stars

maybe maybe maybe...

Nothing sings,
the beauty that I used to see,
is gone,
The love
the happiness
I used to find,
is gone
gone gone gone...

far away, on the moon
sail away
far away
far...

will you find it
will I?
will you?

search on search on
find it find it.

will I cry away the dishwater
pouring it through my eyes and heart,
washing through my ribcage,
will I part the stinging waves
will I still taste the tears,
fresh upon my lips?
will I find it?
will I?
Will I still die every day
will I?

The Store

I tiptoe through this nighttime land,
The shadows cast shadows on the smooth asphalt surface of this place.
Shapes rear all around me, grotesque and morbid,
And are reflected in the pool of cooling shadows-
Once aflame with burning darkness.

I travel steady, past figures of both divine and evil nature,
I feel their vibrations and language as I slip past,
On feet shod of moonrise reflected on a still lake.

I spread my illegal art across the surface of the wall,
A dilapidated store, soon to demolished,
Now has my art, illegal
Spread across her face.

She was never beautiful, to herself,
But I have given her something to keep,
A lovely face to die with,
So we will not see her pain as to the ground she tumbles,
With or without a sound.

If I am the only one,
Who can see the pain, the beauty,
Of a simple store,
I cry,
I weep for the world.
For it is as good as dead.
Its eyes are closed.

At first I did not see the point,
In covering something so hideously beautiful,
With art of the destroyer,
But then I looked at her,
In the shadows of the florescent street lights,
And I saw there a passion
A wish,
To die in obvious beauty,
So we would know,
What we had so unknowingly and unseeingly killed.

Pretty pieces of colored plaster,
For the little children to pick up after,
After the store is gone.

I shift into a racing pace,
The light of the streetlamp snatches at my heels,
My spray-paint can rolls from my hand with a metallic clang,
Banging lightly with a resounding sound against the concrete of the stores walls.

I leave her,
To wait out her last night alone,
Soon to die,
Though I will be back to fall with her,
For part of me shall fall too.

And if I cannot run in time,
To miss her thunderous crash,
I had left my mark.

And suddenly,
Consumed with anger for those who would destroy her,
I kneel,
And pick a stone,
Sharp and jagged,
Thin,
The perfect throwing stone,
Off of the rough and broken ground.

I hurl it at a streetlamp,
Who sheds harsh and unforgiving light on her,
On her beauty,
New and old.

The light sparked and sizzled,
Hissing in defiance,
And in the last flash of electricity,
I saw the stores hard concrete wall,
Show her thankfulness,
Her love for me and what I had done for her.

I knew I would be soon found,
So past shapes divine, grotesque and evil,
I raced on feet shod of nighttime,
Leaving my illegal art behind me,
And the lovely store.