Well, Many of you know I have the mind and view of a child.
But I have moments when I see/or say things that can be concidered far beyond my years.
I am very smart, and in tune with the world around me. I look at things people pass up, like dandilions.
A simple weed, or a wonder of the land?
My child-like habits kick in and I pluck a stem filled with the little life, or seeds if you pefere, and take a breath. Gently blowing I watch with wide eyes as the seeds swirle and dance in the breeze. Many adults have forgoten that wonder of simple joy or how fun it is to watch ants move crumbs on the counter.
Life will aways entertain and amuse me.
I am also a artist.
Clay, paint, chalks and poetry.
My most prized works are kept in a safe, for I fear what people will say about them. The world I fear is not ready for the Raven.
Aqua- clay. A small set of clay fish siwming in still life. Five pieces. colored.
You look, I see.- Poetry. A look at how things can been perceived. 31 lines.
A RAVEN AMONG CANARIES.- Painting. A solem raven sits in a cage with small bright yellow birds. The meaning is 'Ignored. People that are differnt are talked about in hushed tones and those that stand out are belittled.' 8 weeks. acrylic and oil paints.
Flight.- Pastles. A macaw parot in flight. very colorful. three weeks.
I have many more of corse but these would be my most beloved.
I have a hard time with stories. My mind bores after a while. but that dosen't mean I have none. Blue Angel Red Devil was one of my earlier works. It was a look at the war between Good and Evil. and how the can change places.
It's a sad short story.
Much of my work is done when I feel like it. My muse comes and gos.
And if your still thinking that I don't know s**t, stop.
I know so much. I'm Worldly Wise.
This song reminds me of how some people see me and my ways.
I've always been told that my 'gold' is junk. Be that as it may, It's still MY junk. =3
Perhaps this song is how my sister sees me.
REELIN' IN THE YEARS
Your everlasting summer
You can see it fading fast
So you grab a piece of something
That you think is gonna last
You wouldn't know a diamond
If you held it in your hand
The things you think are precious
I can't understand
CHORUS:
Are you reelin' in the years
Stowin' away the time
Are you gatherin' up the tears
Have you had enough of mine
You been tellin' me you're a genius
Since you were seventeen
In all the time I've known you
I still don't know what you mean
The weekend at the college
Didn't turn out like you planned
The things that pass for knowledge
I can't understand
CHORUS
I spend a lot of money
And I spent a lot of time
The trip we made in Hollywood
Is etched upon my mind
After all the things we've done and seen
You find another man
The things you think are useless
I can't understand
CHORUS
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 Otterly In Love · Wed Apr 23, 2008 @ 09:47pm · 0 Comments |
