Category: Artistic Creation

As she watched the performer rise to cues
Each time more hideously self-indulgently,

She did not care that was the role because
Talent flowed too easily into favorite atiring

And she realized it would do more harm
To herself if she supported the proposal

(During career retraining 2024)

(What do they eat that makes them so fast?)

(But how’d he get back down?)

“Since WordPress updated its software package a while ago, when I search to see if I’m repeating, some things farther back are not accessed – so forawrd we go and repetition may be a factor!”

https://on.soundcloud.com/5Q5u8jfJUnBy7OcGZe

I thought about taking a class
To expand upon my tendencies

But then veered away from option
Concerned my style would deviate

For I really do not need to poke
Or pull apart my art for lectures

And I worry I would be influenced
To take too seriously conjecture

“For creative story telling.”

“Thank you to every artist who has ever dared to share their inner visions and dreamscapes with the world – thereby allowing the rest of us to experience connection’s light and goodness from dark to bright spectrums.”

“Music has been the one constant companion and savior that I could depend on.

It is how I have made it through every harsh trial in my life’s journeying.

It has held me in the worst moments when I had no one to trust, hold onto, or help keep me safe.

And when clouds have parted, it has lifted me high and sent me soaring.”

“I miss the black background from my other blogs, but at least where I write, my eyes are soothed.”

“It’s not about being perfect.

It’s about just doin’ it.

In time and with practice, I’ll improve.”

(Regarding artistic attempts)

“That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout!”

Here is my chance – at last, at last!
Oh how I have waited for this repast

Through loneliness, hunger
And tragedies vast

Oh great Awakener
Redeeming my chance!

One of my music technology classes is beginning with Alan Parsons, who also produced Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side Of The Moon!”

This artist was one of the biggest influences on my internal dreamscaping as a child.

“My wild magic and I are not sure what this would gain us, because we are not trying to compete for attention.”

“I guess I’m a ‘folk’ singer?”

“I guess we are all just riffing off of others’ art in one form or another that inspires our own evolution.”

“Some lovers demand a sacrifice
A constant bloodletting fealty
An all-consuming codependency
Where the host feeds its parasite

Maybe that’s why wild magic and I tease
We are both independent, refuse shackling
Like tiny, willful dragonlets landing briefly
Transfixing and coaxing our souls’ release

But what am I without form’s definition?
And what is a song without lips to sing?
It seems we are caught up in an impasse
Forced to build trust while intertwining”

Thank you for understanding the deeper hurts and more extreme struggles, and by conveying your thematics so beautifully, giving hope and shelter in the darkness when it seems there is nothing and no one.