Your Silhouette

Touched nights shadow, whilst braving life's storm.

Light brush with mortality, left me melancholy & forlorn.

Arms at my side, palms now spread up towards light.

Does one enter the malevolent beckoning or  stay here & fight?

Turning  now to face the portals of death.

Another go round or does one simply give it a rest?

A day can be as long as the shadow it casts,

you simply need to be standing, for your silhouette to last.

QJD

nature nurture

A rose, my friend, is always a rose,
no matter from whence the soil it grows.

So is it our nature or our nurture,
that determines our stature?

Weeds will always choke the host,
destruction & turmoil is their boast.

A peaceable person is always kind,
No matter the storms, that rage in the mind.

A rose will always grow into a rose,
no matter the soil from whence it grows.

Dont be fooled by those who always blame,
a peaceable nature will tygers try tame.

The real question to life's answers are,
am I a weed or rose, seen from afar?

Loves eternal painting

You painted a picture & I was there.
future mists tangible in love & despair.

The picture for good times & for toil,
containing the hardship & the right royal.

You painted a picture & visioned myself,
covered in love & full spiritual wealth.

A picture so real i tasted the future air.
of a dream together, a vivid dream to share.

You painted a picture & I was alive.
with love & happiness for this i now strive.

You painted a picture for me & for you.
a picture so vivid,  im now painting it too.

To my wife.

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 the morn,
exalt companions in this days dawn."

Not much longer,
under dismal dark 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

Originality bereft

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If your one of the twelve that i now speak.

Be the 1 designer who is always humble & meek.

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

Go with godspeed and find your artistic expression.
Unique designs await your creation in one golden session.

birth to death

Walk the road.
Run a mile.
Stop, think rest awhile.

Take a chance.
Start that dance.
Slow down, take it easy.

Single candle burns
Lights shining very bright.
Embers hanging in the night.

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

The journey, not the destination.
Go create new wild trails,
New horizons to charter set sail.

Go now have an adventure.
Go now you simply must venture.

Lifes to short to wait!!

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