The New Year – 2018
The new year beckons.
Its promise calls to you.
Your name, on the wind
It whispers to you.
It’s time, it says.
It’s time for strength.
It’s time, it says.
It’s time for hope.
Fear is running riot.
Fear has taken root.
Fear, would have you believe
your hope, it can dilute.
This new year tells you,
As it gently whispers.
There is love yet to be found,
If you would just tend those embers.
As hate courses, through the veins of many.
Driving wedges, through lives aplenty.
This new year would remind,
Be not beguiled.
Be not afraid.
Even if you think you feel the blade
Love for all you are worth.
And in love, you’ll find your rebirth.
Show love, give love, at every juncture.
Even when you feel, your heart you’ll rupture.
With every word, and every action.
Soon you’ll find it gains some traction.
And despite all external factors.
And all the thoughts from your detractors.
In time you’ll find that fear will pass.
And soon you’ll see hope will amass.
And every chance that you get.
See that you do not forget.
The joy of love, and bliss of laughter.
And hope will be found from here on after.
Hearts remember things that our minds quickly forget.
They then push us to hope, and to risk against all reason.
This year my message to you and to me:
Engage your heart. Sometimes, just sometimes, the heart is all we need.
From my heart to yours
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Have a wonderful 2018
Of late I’ve been thinking. In truth, I never seem to stop thinking. The thoughts lately are generally centered around dreams and having them come true, or otherwise. And the question is always ‘Do I Dare Dream?’
On my last day at Kingston International, as I was leaving the office, I said goodbye to a friend of mine. While doing so I confessed being rather afraid of the unknown next step. To which she responded “You’re not scared of anything”
Now, I’m thoroughly glad that I come across as fearless and full of confidence, even cocky to many I come across. To a friend that I trust, I have no qualms in confessing being daunted. I told her that I’d felt the same fear before many of my major life changes. I was quite afraid when I left my job and Vodafone on 05 to return to full time education. I was beyond scared when I stood for election to the post of President of the Kingston University Students’ Union, both times. And before leaving Kingston International, I was petrified. All that did not stop me from moving forward anyway. In truth, I hope it never stops me. I hope it continues to empower me. Every time I seek to take a step outside of that which I know to be me, there is fear. And the question is always ‘Do I Dare?’
The artists demand.
A lot of this world.
A lot from friends.
A lot from acquaintance.
The artists demand.
You give us attention.
You give us your love.
With no apprehension.
We demand you your eyes.
We demand you your fears.
We demand you your mind.
We demand you your tears.
We demand nothing less,
Than all you have to give.
For in return, we’ll give you the world.
We’ll remind you of joy. In the midst of your tears.
We’ll inspire you to fight. In spite of your fears.
We’ll write words, to set afire your mind.
We’ll paint pictures, to beguile your eyes.
We’ll sing melodies that cause you to dance.
The dance of your life, so your worth you’ll enhance.
We’ll bring down the stars and help you to name them.
We’ll show you your birthrights, remind you to claim them.
We’ll show you your future, yet to be seen.
We’ll prod you and poke you, so your worth you may glean.
I ask you this, I must insist.
Are we not worth what we demand?
Tell me this and tell me true.
Are we not worth all this to you?
When we cry at un-met perfection.
And seek you out craving affection.
When we stand before you, heart torn asunder.
We ask that you bring us back from under.
We who paint skies for you.
Sometimes need to remember.
That darkness is not the only hue.
Sometimes there’s still gentle amber.
Sometimes our hearts are desperate things.
That forget how to beat.
Then our bodies are empty husks.
That neglect when to breathe.
As we come to you we seek,
Desperately like a child.
Approval, love and joy.
For like the lamb, we become mild.
Our passion gone.
Our joy lost.
Our reason for being, at large.
The emptiness we held at bay.
Returns when we recharge.
Will you protect us?
Will you enfold us?
As we hide out from the world?
Will you console us?
Will you extol us?
As we seem to come unfurled.
Yes we are artists and we demand,
A lot from this desperate world.
For we are artists and we bring you.
The beauty in this here world.
- The Dance of Fear (sexymamasisterhood.wordpress.com)
- Storyteller or Magic Pixie? (nlp13.com)
- What do I fear?… (nicolascanon.wordpress.com)
- Artist Injects Paint into Bubble Wrap to Create Pixelated Images (neatorama.com)
- Ballroom Dancer on DVD and VOD now (thebuzzdiaries.wordpress.com)
- Lost Artist – Paris Street Corner 1977 (presidentialnomination.wordpress.com)
- The Best Artist… (jeremymartinson.wordpress.com)
- Be. An. Artist. (suziblu.typepad.com)
- What’s Art For? (quinncreative.wordpress.com)