Monday, October 10, 2016

Another old poem

07 November 2011
We wonder where our childhood has gone
It's right here
Under our feet
The very land that we fly by
Unheeded
We lived here, we made our castles from these trees.
Why are we so afraid of our imagination?

I once reigned over these hills
Now they are a burden to climb over
What changes, between a child's mind
And this clouded one of mine?
Can I change it?

I'd like to take the things we take for granted here
And take them to places too poor to put in practice
What we learned from our grandfathers
And also what we could learn from them
That a little diversity
Is not a bad thing
And that it takes time to turn
A peach pit into blossoms

I'd like to spread beauty
Everywhere
But for that to happen
The idea of beauty needs to be
Clearly recognized
Universally
No one valued over another


I'd like to change so much
But from the way I live
No one would believe me
Big ideas are hard to get across
To a culture that only whispers
And takes offense
To the thought
Of taking the hand
Of a stranger
Even for stability

Oh, the changes we've seen
I would have loved to be on a whaling ship
And see the magnificent beast extinguished
Not out of cruelty
Or necessity
But for history
For the feeling that, for a productive species,
We can damage so much.
It's a sad world.
at Monday, November 07, 2011

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Today's drawing and sketching soundtrack




P.S. This is what the Prisma app did with my drawings- I may put these on a shirt