Imagination driven beyond paper and pen.
Image created with Nightsky and Pixlr To mournBefore a death-Is met with forgivenessAnd a debt… For no sorrowCould be planned-Like betrayingWith Hatred’s hand… And still it wasA sight before-Like the RavenThis was never-more. My heart hurtsBut my eyes are dry-Because of storiesBuilt by lies. While this loveWill forever live-I have nothing elseTo you to give.... Continue Reading →
Image created by JusTee It’s just never the right timeOr dayBut weakAnd so the stones layOneBy oneYou’ll hideI seek.
Image taken by JusTee I would like to believeAnd so I do-In what moves lifeAlong with us too…Little things remindOf why we are here-How to work togetherOr live without fear.Yes the televisionAnd media change time-So few see the consequenceAnd what’s on the line.Beliefs are fadingIn the rapture of noise-Bowing to pressureOr someone else’s voice.And I... Continue Reading →
Original image by JusTee No pathOr stoneReally knowsThe unknown No riverOr streamKnows the skyOr dream No lifeOr deathLives in secretOr breath No oneCould believeReplacing YouOr Me But so it isAnd He seesBeyond todayAnd me.
Enemy- Original image by JusTee Darwin saidOnly the strong will survive-But if I am not strong,Nor Weak-What am I?But the middleman…Still crushing the weak-Only to be extinguished?Survivals problem-Is the Who-Who could be helped,Or stop the inevitable.Yes Prosperity-On the backs of the weak,To build a new strength,Pushing an unknown,In the ignorance of history-Erasing what you could... Continue Reading →
Taken by JusTee This is where you goTo give upNo matter the criesOr screamsYou go anywayTo nothingAnd behindIs timeAnd everythingEngulfed in your suffering
Original image by JusTee The bits of the day lay waste to disaster-may the devils not hear us now. We tip the toe, and grimace at the leaf, as even autumn sparks a challenge. A change in direction for hoped protection, or least delay the inevitable… For no knowledge or effort can change a path,... Continue Reading →
I found a shoelaceMissing a purpose-And a mouseWho didn’t respond to cheese-Thus explaining a clockWhose minutes have no need.
Light of day never faltersOr hangs in the balanceOf hatred or romanceBut what was…And the slip of the decayIs of consequenceNot of usBut what may.So to marchAnd live onLike the poetUntil it’s gone.
It’s not real But desired.
Imagination driven beyond paper and pen.
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
Author River Dixon
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