Virus burning bright.

Virus ,virus burning bright, in our cities of the night!
what mortal hand & eye, made thy fearful asymmetry?

Dust to dust full of sand, Unfeeling hollow eyes & hands, 

Manipulative hearts & heads, grasp at money fingers all dead. 

Man the architect of his own demise, is full of deceit & burning rotten lies.

We now await honourability never late, holding out true life at salvations kind gate. 

Northern Bear

The powerful Northern Bear, that now tortures the peaceable & crushes innocent doves,  smashing the passive with its mighty blood dripping claw.
Its a very sad indictment to those White Washed Grave Minders who now lead such a giant of a bear, towards brutalising innocence.
Mindless attacks for the sake of Babylon and her cohorts. For far to long W2GM have you been drinking the blood of the innocent. Beware that the Northern Bear does not now turn its mighty attentions on YOU!!

QJD 2019

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.