creative process

Creatives under thirty need vast compliment stroking.
From  the hollow back biter bench who merely are joking.

Creatives over forty start to care less.
From the flagrant song of critic ridiculers.

Age belies a tough thickened skin.
Rips & tears from the spite fueled din.

A hued out thought , a tangible sketch.
A creative spark to release an itch.

A voice born from troubled thought.
A life lived from this day wrought.

Unwavering resolve a creative quest.

Duty bound to put concepts to rest.

Not for stroking or design acclaim.
To simply now ward off a mind thats insane.

QJD = 2013

War creatures align

Warmongering people, storm clouds gather,
War creatures Eire now rises, innocence scatters.

Blood snakes of war, hissing at reasons gate.
tearing asunder mankind's fragile fickle fate.

War machine sheds its insincere tear,
femininity tramped as the tanks shift gear.

Maraud, rape, rip once lush virgin ground,
skeletal trees, rotting corpses, deep turned sod only found.

Honorable mans root heartfelt driven quest,
is to tame this war beast and put it dead to rest.

For man this is a nightmare beyond his understanding.
As the warlike believe innocence is ripe for the taking.

Fervently seek mercy from deep within,
we are all simply one organism beneath one skin.

An arm going to war with its one good eye,
will surely cause the host to wither & die.

Humanity hinges on this one enormous reaction,
will we continue to rise to our greedy imperfection?

Reptiles of war, as the storm clouds collect,
innocence retreats as reptiles rip flesh.

Starve all the hate perpetuate only deep love,
Honorable men must now demand, "enough now, is bloody ENOUGH!!

QJD - 2013