Jan 2012
Perception
I don’t have any issues or problems with art in all of its venues but in a piece where a genesis takes place
It works in all regards to what the contributor sat out to achieve when he first set out to follow the high
Success of another I believe it contextually sets the stage both figuratively and literally it captures
Human endeavor and at the same time it identifies the human condition in particular isolation feeds
Through the lens as the central figure anchors and also carries you into the emotional drift and struggle
Leaving you at once the forceful revealer then one lost in limbo to the whims of life and its ongoing
Struggle to fit and find your place it is the greatest feeling when you find intellectual stimulation and
Feel the exhilaration of accomplishment I wish to contend for the whole why take bits and pieces that
Can’t satisfy the cry of the human heart you were made with realness that at its center there was
Purposely left a void that aches and longs for completeness art in all of its forms are outer blessings by
Them you are given a soulful knowing an invisible world supersedes the world you can see feel and
Touch to persist and try to twist realty to fit your truth only brings pain and misunderstood anxiety a
Superior world exists it bleeds through the fabric of time and space leaving you with more delusion
Throwing you into emotional overload you soon deplete all reserve energy you were not made to
Receive from this world alone the sustaining graces and power you’re a creature on its own trying to
Do the impossible you have ideas that flush you at once with great anticipation but then disaster looms
How what do I do to make them real you only take in the practical order you are a treasure that was
Made to hold even a greater treasure in these vessels of clay you are the building of a master you think
In common terms I can buy that I am a small structure when your real worth is measured as a temple no
Wonder your inner life cries out in protest against such low shallow living you are made with every need and
Answer your made pure a cleansed vessel that is sacred a wonder of splendorous heights and
Dimensions that defy explanation your mind is dead your soul exists but it is lifeless the spirit of man
Keeps you alive if only in dullness you are deficient of the true spirit that is all powerful all knowing
You subsist on air and water and foods that only bring faltering weakness open your heart and soul to
Him that is real feel the colossal man or woman you really should be you will tower over a broken world
That as it continues is going to start to crumble your destiny was laid out before the stars were formed
Your destiny is to be kings and priests of an eternal everlasting kingdom and you dare to beg and ask
who am I where do I come from where am I going it is waiting it is all spelled out in the book
I don’t have any issues or problems with art in all of its venues but in a piece where a genesis takes place
It works in all regards to what the contributor sat out to achieve when he first set out to follow the high
Success of another I believe it contextually sets the stage both figuratively and literally it captures
Human endeavor and at the same time it identifies the human condition in particular isolation feeds
Through the lens as the central figure anchors and also carries you into the emotional drift and struggle
Leaving you at once the forceful revealer then one lost in limbo to the whims of life and its ongoing
Struggle to fit and find your place it is the greatest feeling when you find intellectual stimulation and
Feel the exhilaration of accomplishment I wish to contend for the whole why take bits and pieces that
Can’t satisfy the cry of the human heart you were made with realness that at its center there was
Purposely left a void that aches and longs for completeness art in all of its forms are outer blessings by
Them you are given a soulful knowing an invisible world supersedes the world you can see feel and
Touch to persist and try to twist realty to fit your truth only brings pain and misunderstood anxiety a
Superior world exists it bleeds through the fabric of time and space leaving you with more delusion
Throwing you into emotional overload you soon deplete all reserve energy you were not made to
Receive from this world alone the sustaining graces and power you’re a creature on its own trying to
Do the impossible you have ideas that flush you at once with great anticipation but then disaster looms
How what do I do to make them real you only take in the practical order you are a treasure that was
Made to hold even a greater treasure in these vessels of clay you are the building of a master you think
In common terms I can buy that I am a small structure when your real worth is measured as a temple no
Wonder your inner life cries out in protest against such low shallow living you are made with every need and
Answer your made pure a cleansed vessel that is sacred a wonder of splendorous heights and
Dimensions that defy explanation your mind is dead your soul exists but it is lifeless the spirit of man
Keeps you alive if only in dullness you are deficient of the true spirit that is all powerful all knowing
You subsist on air and water and foods that only bring faltering weakness open your heart and soul to
Him that is real feel the colossal man or woman you really should be you will tower over a broken world
That as it continues is going to start to crumble your destiny was laid out before the stars were formed
Your destiny is to be kings and priests of an eternal everlasting kingdom and you dare to beg and ask
who am I where do I come from where am I going it is waiting it is all spelled out in the book
