Saturday, September 17, 2016

From my notebook and some from my heart

Beautiful words
Like a remedy
Appease the hunger for something greater
For a purpose, an escape
The answer to every question
A reason

To understand the life of those transcended
To touch the work, read the musics, but never know the mind

Of those so tortured
Who could paint and write and speak beauty into existence
Despite the tumult within
Their means of expression
Now our prized remnants
Of a storied time through rose colored glasses

It is never said that the true marvel
The deeper meaning of a work
That takes the breath
Is that the message still so clear today
Was carved in an act of expression
By someone who felt too much

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