~ George Herbert
10.29.2008
10.13.2008
No Longer A Blank Canvas
A stroke of green depicts the mosaic of experiences life presents, good and bad.
A stroke of red representing the masked pain of violations of her innocence.
At times, achromatic clouds surface in her world. Some white, others grey and, on occasion, black. Paid dues through the years, through bouts of depression and fragile vulnerability, only to reemerge stronger and wiser, if only they knew…
A stroke of blue signifying the life-changing misery of losing the man and woman who gave her life and unconditional love. Through their patience and wisdom, they taught her to be strong, persevere in spite of dilemmas and setbacks, to give and expect love, be the best no matter the circumstances and command respect.
Pliable like clay at times, hardened by the intense heat of an imaginary kiln that turns her emotions to bisque. Hard on the surface yet desiring to be molded.
A silhouette delicate as porcelain yet under fire becomes as smooth as glass; deflecting the harshness of reality, battling the mediocrity and injustices that stifle even the strongest of men. Shrewdly nudging the status quo to make things fit her plan. Sustained by strength and foresight, she heeds life lessons by coloring outside the restrictive lines that destroy dreams and independent thought.
Bruised but not broken by the seductive yet false nature of lust disguised as love, hidden agendas revealed as dishonesty and lapses in judgment. She’s walked the narrow stairs of right and wrong, good and evil, sanity and madness. Circumvented destruction and death only by the mercy and protection of God.
Stepping back and marveling at the spectrum on the easel…it’s me…always has been…always will be. A prismatic form with hues of brilliant blue and vivid violet creates a rainbow of optimism, determination and abiding love.
What a magnificent piece of work divinely created by God, the Creator of all things good. The one who loved me before I was a notion in my mother’s mind or a daddy’s girl enveloped in my father’s adoration. A life created for a purpose and predestined for success. Driven to love and be a blessing to those who know her.
Not a Picasso but a priceless masterpiece nonetheless. An intense fusion carefully sculpted into a abundantly blessed life.
© MCG 2008
A stroke of red representing the masked pain of violations of her innocence.
At times, achromatic clouds surface in her world. Some white, others grey and, on occasion, black. Paid dues through the years, through bouts of depression and fragile vulnerability, only to reemerge stronger and wiser, if only they knew…
A stroke of blue signifying the life-changing misery of losing the man and woman who gave her life and unconditional love. Through their patience and wisdom, they taught her to be strong, persevere in spite of dilemmas and setbacks, to give and expect love, be the best no matter the circumstances and command respect.
Pliable like clay at times, hardened by the intense heat of an imaginary kiln that turns her emotions to bisque. Hard on the surface yet desiring to be molded.
A silhouette delicate as porcelain yet under fire becomes as smooth as glass; deflecting the harshness of reality, battling the mediocrity and injustices that stifle even the strongest of men. Shrewdly nudging the status quo to make things fit her plan. Sustained by strength and foresight, she heeds life lessons by coloring outside the restrictive lines that destroy dreams and independent thought.
Bruised but not broken by the seductive yet false nature of lust disguised as love, hidden agendas revealed as dishonesty and lapses in judgment. She’s walked the narrow stairs of right and wrong, good and evil, sanity and madness. Circumvented destruction and death only by the mercy and protection of God.
Stepping back and marveling at the spectrum on the easel…it’s me…always has been…always will be. A prismatic form with hues of brilliant blue and vivid violet creates a rainbow of optimism, determination and abiding love.
What a magnificent piece of work divinely created by God, the Creator of all things good. The one who loved me before I was a notion in my mother’s mind or a daddy’s girl enveloped in my father’s adoration. A life created for a purpose and predestined for success. Driven to love and be a blessing to those who know her.
Not a Picasso but a priceless masterpiece nonetheless. An intense fusion carefully sculpted into a abundantly blessed life.
© MCG 2008
10.10.2008
Timeless Quote ~ Love & Happiness
~ Oprah Winfrey
(from her essay “What I Know for Sure”)
10.02.2008
Timeless Quote ~ Character
~ Helen Keller
Blue Lipstick
Wearing a fresh shade of lipstick
It’s a stunning blue
Fell up in this
Without intention to
Invited you in
A risk I was willing to take
Cost our friendship
From a sweet dream I’d soon awake
Craved your affection
Your embrace imparted protection
Unsure we were meant to be
Foolish to risk and see
Not a word, just dismissed
Like I released you the last time we kissed
Waiting to unveil my sugar walls
Shifted this thing and stalled
Is this rejection
Result of your reflection
Of time passed
When my love hit in a flurry but didn’t last
Passion without obligation
Caused emotional deflation
A descent back to friends
Unwisely my heart I would lend
© MCG 2008
It’s a stunning blue
Fell up in this
Without intention to
Invited you in
A risk I was willing to take
Cost our friendship
From a sweet dream I’d soon awake
Craved your affection
Your embrace imparted protection
Unsure we were meant to be
Foolish to risk and see
Not a word, just dismissed
Like I released you the last time we kissed
Waiting to unveil my sugar walls
Shifted this thing and stalled
Is this rejection
Result of your reflection
Of time passed
When my love hit in a flurry but didn’t last
Passion without obligation
Caused emotional deflation
A descent back to friends
Unwisely my heart I would lend
© MCG 2008
Timeless Quote ~ Soulmates
~ Richard Bach
I Release You...
I release you...
from my love
the depths of which you couldn’t understand
ready, willing and able but you hid your inner man
I release you...
from the intense lust we shared
hazed and twisted my emotions
paper thin words whispered
though I really cared
I release you...
from the grasp of love I longed for in return
you made me feel foolish for craving more
especially when it was me you chose to ignore
I release you...
knowing time expired on our love
sooner than I’d admit
remnants of our friendship
left to disintegrate in an emotional pit
I release you...
with the prayer and hope
at some point in time
we come together again sans hesitation
full of mutual intentions, dreams and adoration
I release you...
though it pains me to
I release you...
though I still miss you
I love you but…
I love myself too much not to…
…release you
© MCG 2008
from my love
the depths of which you couldn’t understand
ready, willing and able but you hid your inner man
I release you...
from the intense lust we shared
hazed and twisted my emotions
paper thin words whispered
though I really cared
I release you...
from the grasp of love I longed for in return
you made me feel foolish for craving more
especially when it was me you chose to ignore
I release you...
knowing time expired on our love
sooner than I’d admit
remnants of our friendship
left to disintegrate in an emotional pit
I release you...
with the prayer and hope
at some point in time
we come together again sans hesitation
full of mutual intentions, dreams and adoration
I release you...
though it pains me to
I release you...
though I still miss you
I love you but…
I love myself too much not to…
…release you
© MCG 2008
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