Monday, December 18, 2017

Assuage salved eyes

Dark now days,
poor vision thy night.

Desolate Megiddo,
a windswept plight.

A far off light,
through dismal gloom.

Sombre thy day,
concealed is the moon.

"Hidden secrets, await our morn,
exalt companions in this days dawn."

Not much longer,
under these dismal skies.

Assuage will be replete,
through faiths salved eyes.

Just a little while longer,
all shall be revealed.

Light for thy day,
salvation is sealed.

QJD 2012




Thursday, December 14, 2017

originality bereft

Design copy artists are 11 a dozen.
Copy, paste bake in mediocrities oven.

Originality of design has all but left.
Unique skill inception all but bereft.

Generation zodiacy want it all now.
Copy paste repeat designs golden cow.

Pin interest insta mood boards all of others.
Copying old songs, simply singing anothers covers.

Where is the 1 in a dozen original designer.
Doesn't seem like we will ever find them here.

To thine artistic design self always be true
In all we design & in all that we do.

Be original in your artistic wild expressions.
Your work will show honesty, integrity, compassion.

Respect is given to those who follow a unique vision.
Not to those with copy paste repeat skills of precision.

If your one of the eleven that i now speak.
Try be the 1 designer who is always humble meek.

Humility in approach will keep one well grounded.
Nothing new under the sun has man ever founded.

Go with godspeed and find your artistic expression.
A unique design awaits creation in one golden session.

QJD














Sunday, December 10, 2017

birth to death

walk the road.
run the mile
stop, think rest awhile.

take a chance
start that dance
slow down, take it easy.

a single candle burns
lights that shine bright
leaves embers hanging in the night.

SO, how bright is your flame?
how good is your name?
ponder over each coming step.

its the journey, not the destination.
so create  new trails,
new horizons to set sail.

GO NOW!!! - have an adventure.





Thursday, November 16, 2017

Rise the dark age of man

Rise the Ibis and the crow,
Eire of nature they will us now show.

Adjutants grow strong, awaiting the feed,
staring wide eyes, mans rampant unchecked greed.

Diamond Tiara's, Gold ruby rings,
burning all flesh, painful red stings.

Harbingers of death flock in the periphery,
hooded creatures herald a dark, light epiphany.

Blazing red moon, controls our wild sea,
darkest day noon , we shall soon see.

The good in man shall yet him save,
from the conspirators pale rider & the grave.

Dont be hornswoggled by the impending storm,
the thunder klap signals mankind to warn.

Man awaits the end of his dark day rising.
free from his own blindness, is now not surprising.

Our vision is clear as we see beyond the dark night,
salvation is near as we walk thankfully towards light.

QJD 2017






Thursday, August 10, 2017

WORLD @ WAR

Worlds @ extreme full blown WAR
baying blood hands @ fragile front doors.

Masses are driven from out their homes.
wild winds force the innocent to roam.

We head toward global martial law.
As mankind rips open Pandora's door.

What doth chase innocence away,
beastly, frightening there it wont stay.

Ideologies scorch Earth between sky land rips asunder,
The creature follows innocents for gross biennial plunder.

Babylon to gridlock its immense might & power.
An extremely daunting time for a dragons half hour.

We await the storming of fragile front GATES
The world now filled with extreme misguided pure HATE,

Do not be fearful of mans impending ruination.
Greedy ripping, spite fueled fat finger degradation.

As we look to all that is  beautifully peaceable,
This understanding is full of all that is reasonable,

Its now a fine second to tow an honorable line,
Towards exactly what's written, promised peaceful sublime. 

Look towards ancient written about signs,
A future of peace for the meek so designed.


Tarquin J Oarsmad 2017