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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
Umbilical cord struggling with life shrinking pull drowning hope undertow within a whirling cesspool sucking air of depressed survival, tighter and tighter noose, black and blue mind abuses darkness trying to swallow light of hope almost surrendered. Razor incision of desperate change escaping sure brain death, fanatical need to carry on positively impossible odds of winning treading water the strength of Hercules, David fights the Sea of Goliath, waves battering a rocky shoreline rocks of the island of seclusion battering ram of determination the miracle of one’s own faith. Crawling out of sheer power the cliffs rise out of failures, shattered remains, clinging tattered, terrain of endless dreams fantasy of tearful emotions impossible trek robbing Father Time, horizon of ever changing scenes dancing in blossoming possibilities. Serene land of one’s own destiny nothing should stop the sensual desires peaceful spirit of coexistence within Nature’s harmony to stimulate, universes opening up to fantastic thoughts inner and outer spell of who you are nonconformity of spontaneous creativity, a person of their own making. Ghosts of writing past haunt our designed future, aberrations of changing values may cause social pressures adjustment will focus reasoning allowing other to see differently. Words that lie in pristine power, floral masterpiece of presentation challenging all the nerves and senses, ultimate climax of a writer’s dream. Thought: Success lies in another’s mind, who sees your words in different imagery every time they come back to visit. Thought: If a writer can take you on a roller coaster and leave you wondering inside out, maybe then the ride was worth it. Thought: My success within the public eye, may end up with a glimmer of some recognition, but my determination to improve will never be extinguished, as long as I have a pen in my hand beating with a heart that loves words. Thought: My failures may haunt me into depression, but those that want to censor any art form, make me determined to fight like the demons they portray artists as, for liberal art has no set boundaries to conform in, the gift of imagination comes from the heavens of divine inspiration. (A conservative inspired to think independently, is a soul saved.) D.Lester Young Somewhere in America not on company time 06/30/03 |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
You've just encapsulated everything I have ever thought about the act of writing, or is it the 'art' of writing? Whatever it is, it is hard to put your finger on.....but you managed to do just that here!! Excellent, and especially enjoyed the closing thoughts!! Accept these small gifts from my gypsy heart ~~S~~ |
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