Lines
Posted by Aston E. on 03-28-2014You press Your pencil down onto the paper, expressing First, a point, a line, until the subtle play of simple strokes, creates the universe before your eyes: The bleeding red The growing green The sparkling blue; Look what you make these colors do. They play, They mix, They intertwine, to drop the leaves and draw the skies in which, with every line, a story will unfold, before your eyes. It is your world now go: create it! Go draw the lines that separate it. Project the strokes, that bind it all, in any way that suits your call. Poem by Aston E., painting by Loor. ...
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Beyond
Posted by Aston E. on 02-16-2014Beyond what lies beyond my sight, now every ending has its end; As darkness carries me some light, and lightness goes where sadness went Beyond the clouds, Beyond the rain, Beyond, in silence we remain Inside my heart, Inside the fire, Inside, it's you that I desire Oh throw me down, then help me up, just let me know you're there Oh kill these words, and praise my soul, for nothing more than being here ...
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Hillscape
Posted by Aston E. on 02-16-2014Endless and cold, this world I'm waking in, Hit by unknown hands, a journey I begin, Seemingly bold, playing with the game I'm in, Passing through the lands, down hills of fate Dark and vague, this world I'm walking in, No star to guide; unknown to me, Which road to take, no paths to see, No one at my side, for turning it's too late Steep and rough, this hill I climb, The lowest low, I've left behind, Is high enough, the high I find? And even so, the highest high to date? Merry and warm, this world of mine, Arises out of stone, thus following the line, Of previous tales untold, whose lower hills, Are calling me to hold, ...
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Empty words
Posted by Hendrickus on 02-08-2014My mouth ready to speak; fingers ready to type. I want to say much. A lot. Everything. Now. At once. It needs to go. Then I think. One thought. One line. One word. Gone. Nothing able to describe what is felt. Words lack meaning. Then I think of her. That eternal truth. “Sometimes.. it is so easy to say nothing”. So easy not to speak. Endless meaning, expressed in silence. Empty words. ...
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