You want me gone
You want for my sinful ways to send me on
To that place you pray afraid of
As my faith is not real enough
The fire I would love to see
If only I believed
To live by their lines of truth in lies
Tell me, just who’s been promising?
I don’t touch what has been given, I have always known
You are the unbearable cold; still, no one lets you go
Them and their wide open eyes
So full, so sure in his blessed light
You hold on tightly to this life
But wiser shadows rise
Close behind though you try to outrun
But the end of forever has already won
Believe you are more than you are all you want
Our dying has long begun
New painting – completed about a week ago. I went looking in my sketch book again and came up with three new drawings I’m just now wrapping up. This one reminds me of “Crazed” but with a different meaning. With the extreme way I’ve been pushing myself with exercising and the fasting and seeing how much I can take, it always seems there is a part within that is lit when I willingly challenge myself and push my limits. So, that’s what this painting represents: awareness, self-discipline, sacrifice, and being driven toward something.
The poem is older, one I just never shared before, but thought it wouldn’t hurt to now. It’s no good but the new writing material is going so much better. I’ve resumed studying symbolism and mythology and the time away has allowed for better ideas overall to work with.