CLAIRVOYANCE III (Legacies)

I
So those souls slowly race towards me
The traces of my being on the roads they did see
As imprints and ingots made by inks and dots
My lines created hazes and realities void of blots

II
Till I'm old, aye, till I'm cold
Covered by a warm blanket of snow
These dots will keep up impressions and expressions
As shared joys and will be out best sessions

III
I'm on a journey; a crave for a process
Of fashioning per time my happiness
One which is a function of joys and pains
One to share with hearts hungry for our gains

IV
The traces of my being are smoothened stimuli
Off reactions with Christ and with vox populi
What a delight to mediate between glory and light
For heights of art are brighter than sight!

Ara
September '15
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Footnote: with arms and fingers quavering and hope sometimes wavering, living out purpose can sometimes be herculean, but the constancy of the reality of self-importance is not out of place to any sane mind. Life must be felt, no, lived again.

Adam's apples

I finished this piece in June- it took me a year to finish it however.

Size: 12" by 21"
Media: Black Bic pens on egg shell drawing paper.
Time taken: 12 months (actual working time not documented)

This piece is up for sale. Interested buyers and collectors can contact me through my mail.

OF GRACE AND LOVE

Fluidity of stillness, embedded in my frame
Slowly as my closet gets shrouded in fame
I know of the glory in the biggest name
Which blossomed from the cenotaph of the walking lame

And Christ paid in full for my erstwhile sins
He doused my tears in Joy's hopeful seas
Where greater love my soul's eye sees
My trust's without borders; a life like of coral reefs

I forever will trust in my Lord
For He'll let not rust for my sword
Gory to glory, I'm saved by pain and word
Free to flee from sin's wicked ward

#empireofbards

Ara 'deinde
July 2015

CLAIRVOYANCE II

Drip by drip I sip apostasy
From crystal cups of usurping fantasy
Unwittingly, I routinely renounce my
beliefs
For those same stale golden leaves
That wouldn't make me leave my dependence
On sheer guilt shrouded in facial innocence
I have sold my freewill for fifty cents
But my clairsentience still mingles with my conscience
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I need the mystery in love
To clarify my crave for the rough
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Ara 'deinde
September 2015