Will it come to this the long long loss of bliss can the dust destroy us so completely and then the rain come in full mockery thunder booming lightening strikes life will be stark no grace will unite people will fight values dissolve as survival will savage us no will will resolve with there come a child to awaken with a cry the deep seeded root of what once was high prize care consideration compassion respect look to without and not just to expect or shall it be a girl tear tracks ingrained to walk wistfully amoung us and help over and over again will her ceaseless compassion heal all the pain like Pandora’s fairy will she resolve it again and would it be worth it to ones selfish so blinkered and deaf will they have realised would they now regret are her efforts wasted alone as she cries I shall help her help others and who else shall try
and our souls will beat with the energy pumped swollen will choke us but still we shall on for there in the corner of rock and dead wood in a beam from the sun filtered in soot a flicker of hope a glimpse of what’s been the tiniest of shoots the start of new green This time we shall love first and be loved in a dream ♥ ☺ yes sir you do inspire me to write again! It also reminds me of songs from a local artist; “Outside Badland’s Fantasy” or “the Cloud of Knowing” – by Neil Quinlan STUNNING!!! Thank you!
Wow, that’s fantastic. I love how you end with a vision of hope. It’s amazing how one piece of work can inspire another. I feel this idea is rejected too much in the “real world” as egos and pride get in the way. All I want from the artwork I create is to make people feel something. I’m so happy this image made you feel enough to want to write your own piece. Thank you.
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Will it come to this
the long long loss of bliss
can the dust destroy us so completely
and then the rain come in full mockery
thunder booming lightening strikes
life will be stark no grace will unite
people will fight
values dissolve
as survival will savage us
no will will resolve
with there come a child to awaken with a cry
the deep seeded root of what once was high prize
care consideration compassion respect
look to without
and not just to expect
or shall it be a girl tear tracks ingrained
to walk wistfully amoung us and help
over and over again
will her ceaseless compassion heal all the pain
like Pandora’s fairy will she resolve it again
and would it be worth it to ones selfish
so blinkered and deaf
will they have realised would they now regret
are her efforts wasted alone as she cries
I shall help her help others
and who else shall try
and our souls will beat with the energy pumped
swollen will choke us but still we shall on
for there in the corner of rock and dead wood
in a beam from the sun
filtered in soot
a flicker of hope
a glimpse of what’s been
the tiniest of shoots
the start of new green
This time we shall love first
and be loved
in a dream
♥
☺
yes sir you do inspire me to write again!
It also reminds me of songs from a local artist; “Outside Badland’s Fantasy” or “the Cloud of Knowing” – by Neil Quinlan
STUNNING!!!
Thank you!
Wow, that’s fantastic. I love how you end with a vision of hope. It’s amazing how one piece of work can inspire another. I feel this idea is rejected too much in the “real world” as egos and pride get in the way.
All I want from the artwork I create is to make people feel something. I’m so happy this image made you feel enough to want to write your own piece.
Thank you.
– James Cole
All your art does but I cant focus on it all at once … so one at a time I shall write anew
Here’s eventually polished
thank you! ♥
absolutely amazing!
Thank you.
– James Cole
This is superb, James – easy fave.
I think it’s one of my favourites too. I’m glad you like it.
– James Cole