Part 1 of a poem I wrote last week about INNER EYES
#52weekartchallenge the topic this week was 'eye'. Full video can be seen here - https://youtu.be/C7Im_TQ8TTQ
I HAVE THIS LITTLE FEELING
I have this little feeling
It’s the bain of my life
It keeps reappearing
Keeps causing strife
It’s a tiny little feeling
A seed underground
Cannot be seen with human eyes
But for me, it’s too easily found, since
I started on this journey,
The journey of my soul
Of ascension, comprehension,
Releasing tension, being complete and whole
With one little trigger. One small fuse.
It rises like a tsunami
Floods of tears are my muse
And each time it happens
But the pain, the heartache,
The soul ache, they’re all cues
They all point me back, to the tiny little feeling
The feeling of rejection
The feeling of preferring someone else, something else,
Someone else’s shoes
I reject, I’m rejected
They neglect, I’m neglected,
They keep moving onward
I detract, I hold back, look within, in order to look forward
But I know it’s just a trigger for me from the Universe
I long for enlightenment
For me, it’s not a curse ‘Why go through this pain, if it’s only getting worse?’ It’s pain with a purpose
This tiny little trigger, is here for me to see
The beauty that lies deep within for all humanity
I purge and I regurge. I’m on the verge of being free but
The pain remains the same each time I see this little seed
It’s a deep, deep pain, because I still see it in a face
A face I see a soul
A face I see a place
But the place is two eyes
Reflecting back to me
The seed underground
Deep places yearning to be healed
Then I look with my human eyes
I feel the loss and pain
I feel the tsunami rising up again and
I weep and I purge and I regurge all over again
I see face after face after face after face
Then I draw and I write and I weep and I wail
And I sing and I dance and I laugh and shake my tail
I stay in the moment
Don’t look forward, don’t look back
I feel every part of it, the parts I still reflect
A poem and doodle for Manchester.
Depths of pain, will they ever feel the same?
Where is the colour in this sick twisted game?
Where is the love? In whose name?
Beautiful pink balloons showered with dark, black rain.
Where is the love? What was there to gain?
Humanity..now shrieking with pain.
Is there any hope? Will things ever be the same?
Where is all the colour in this dark, black rain?
Pink balloons, beautiful tunes, innocent youths, brought together in unity..
Excited sons and daughters, devoted fathers and mothers,
The love the joy the colour... all was there, so plain to see.. then....The heartbroken cries,
Goodbyes to innocent eyes.. There's no true prize,
when the colour dies
Colour only comes when there's true love and empathy
Sun shines through the darkness of repressed insanity
One spark of colour can bring hope to humanity
Light in the darkness, strength in love. Infinity.
An innocent angel, heard singing, 'All of Me',
'Don't stop believing', bringing solidarity.
The strength of love and light. 'Compassion. Empathy.
Tireless self-sacrifice. Profound unity.' Depths of pain, things will never be the same,
But there is colour in each one of their beautiful names
There is colour in the darkness that can help to heal the pain
Of the pink balloons, showered with dark, black rain.
This week was week 3 of a #52weekartchallenge and the topic was something 'colourful'. The deep pain those people must be feeling :( 💔