Creative process

Creatives under thirty need compliment stroking.
From a back biting bench who merely are all joking.

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

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

A hued out thought a tangible sketch.
A creative spark to release the raw itch.

A voice born from troubled thoughts.
A life forged from this day is wrought.

Unwavering resolve a creatives quest.

Duty bound to put all new concepts to rest.

Raw human experience is not AI driven.

Life lived, shared isnt an algorithms given.

Creativity is not ego stroking design acclaim.
Its simply to ward off ones own mind thats insane.

A mind filled with noise & much confused hustle.

A space to unpack & rebuild an ordered aligned puzzle.

A challenged journey from birth to our death.

To try unravel spiritual puzzles is a life long behest. 

Coupled with deep thought & artistic creativity.

Inspires a productive life & much sane longevity. 

Dont get overwhelmed by external critic voices.

Be strong with your convictions & your lifes choices.

A solid helping hand to keep your step steady.

A friend has a kind word always at the ready.

Cloud out all that back bench negative ridicule.

There influence on your journey is really miniscule. 

Rather develope an artistic resilient ceative attitude. 

Unpack your thoughts creative mindset in quiet solitude. 

  

QJD = 2013

War creatures align (Physalia physalis)

(Physalia physalis) 

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 & it will 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