Am I still alive
or is this just memories
I can't help but cry

My canvas, my art
My pottery to mould
My statue to sculpt
My treasure to hold

Inspiration is welcome
Appreciation offered in return
Glad to make a jewelled vase of this urn

No idea is enough
The shapes seem all wrong
The paint too dull
The song too long

My craft is no longer mine
From whence came this technique?
This form, this approach,
won't produce what I seek

Passionless correction grasps my hand
Once again I remove the sheet from the stand
Once again I place the brush in my hand
Once again I kneel before the furnace to plunge my mess-in-a-pan
Into the blaze which will return me near to the beginning

But not quite at the start

The canvas, now devoid of heart;

Of soul

All mind but

None mine

Tattered and torn; But still amendable with time…



And still, this is my canvas
And yet still, this is my art
A reflection of me; of what's in my heart

Who I am;
Who I want to be
I will design what I want to see


No. I won't put your favourite colour
Of course, I won't include your favourite quote
(With all due respect, Shakespeare is an excellent writer but he won't   fit    here!)
With all due respect, things must change now and it will be done without a vote.



This is now.

                                                                                        -A.M.E.N.

The Doorway (Revelation 3:20)
Written by Adam M. Snow

Here I stand,
your doorway's closed;
I cannot move beyond the door.
I'm waiting here
for your reply,
knocking on your door, is I.

Can you hear me -
knock, knock knocking,
waiting here by your door?
Will you open, let me in?
Am I not your friend?
Here I stand,
your door is closed;
I cannot enter.
Will you answer the door for me?

Can you hear me -
knock, knock knocking?
Will you kindly let me in?
Here I stand,
waiting here.
Knocking on your door,
I stand here.
Your door is closed.
Will you open, answer me?

Here I stand -
knock, knock knocking.
Can you hear me -
knock, knocking at your door?
I stand here
at your doorway;
Will you answer
- open door for me?

I am your friend.
I am waiting,
waiting at your doorway.
I am here, knocking,
knocking at your door.


"Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me." - Revelation 3:20 NKJV

Sweet drenching rain
Blanketing I like the warmth of a fire
Soothing and coercing me
Rearranging what I do so desire
  
Removing my direction towards
A tight grip on withered pain
Forcing me towards a reflective solitude
Worse defeated, in my directionless game

Alerting me now so responsive
In cleansing I from greater pain
Sweet drenching rain bury me in your ocean
Of directed waters
Keeping me almost sane