Poetry, lyrics and other words…
Whereby, I find myself by the sea
And I am happy
Whereby, I find myself with a new freedom
And I am happy
Whereby, I finally let go and move on
And I am happy
Whereby, this is the day I leave a job I no longer love
And – I am happy
Where is your happiness?
Only in complete darkness do our horizons disappear!
Consider this time to rest.
If I write today
Will it resonate
With anyone at all
If I tell a tale
And toast with ale
Will you catch me if I fall
Will the moon still rise
And cross each night
Of a celestial starlit sea
Or will the ink run dry
As I lay here and die
With no one next to me
Three 24″ X 12″ Acrylic Abstract Paintings with resin finish… ;-)))
It is difficult to get a good picture because of the glare of the finish. Enjoy!
Find me lost
Beneath the leaves
Where bones decay
While mother grieves
A visit from
The boogeyman
A cold dark night
Carried no sand
Heartened lives
Who cared and looked
But never found
What Satan took
So, as the worms
Creep through my flesh
Fear dragged me to
My final rest
As darkness gathers and builds
Joining the abyss of progressive emptiness
Satan plays a joyful song
Another notch is etched into the handle of his sickle
Shattered beyond repair is a heart left in the waste
Discarded as so many before
Never to be alone – but alone nonetheless
Restricted from the hope of true happiness
Gone is the gleeful innocence of yesterday
Replaced with the ever ebbing tide of sorrow
Adrift in a slow current
Until – even the darkness – wanes
Hi everyone!
I miss you all terribly, and I really hope to be back writing and participating with you again sooner than later!
I was on vacation back home in Alabama, and I got to go fishing with one of my brothers. Here is one of the nicer fish I caught! It’s a Red Fish! I could have kept it, but it is a breeder-size, so I released it.
This is Orange Beach, Alabama! Sugar-white sands if you ever decide to visit…
Enjoy!
Kev
The paints came alive
In a devilish manner
Concocting horizons of err
Foolish was I
To believe in such madness
Revealing a life of dispair
Fingers and hands
With a devil’s command
Congealing in clandestine fodder
Revealing sad eyes
Of a life passed by
The ghost of my long lost daughter
Kevin Parish 