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Artistic Doggerel

 

“All we have to believe with is our senses: the tools we use to perceive the world, our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.”
— Neil Gaiman

 

Colours flashing lights fading
creatures of the night invading
Daemons soar on angel wings
Real are my imaginings

 

My senses in and out of control
what I can see may take its toll
madness, inspired lunacy
may inspire or undo me.

 

Animals with human heads
mermaid, gryphons, the undead
greater knowledge do they bring
my inspired reckonings

 

Used to wish that they would stop.
constantly my brow would mop
then with my visions, made my peace
now my panic has surceased.

 

On my screen I bring to life
all my visions, I midwife
Unreality tunnels shared
my art leaves my soul unbarred

 

Colours, symbols still recurring
archetypes my soul are stirring
Through me tho not by me come
From my art I’ll never run
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Blue WebBlue Web by G A Rosenberg

 

Lizard's VisionLizard’s Vision by G A Rosenberg

 

Strip Me of My Tired Eyes

 

“My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.”
— Marcel Proust

 

Strip me of my tired eyes
they have seen far too much
My scarred and broken self
with its shattered hurting visions
All the colours bleached
towards an empty aching grey
all the shapes are bent and blurred
I’ve been looking for revisions

 

Shove me into darkness
so I can learn how to see
Cast away my clothes
leave me naked on the shore
Touch my hungry body
with sounds so soft and rare
then take away my hearing
I don’t need it anymore

 

My connections to the world
I have cast them all aside
No eyes, no ears, no sense of touch
no taste or smell have I
Locked into eternity
I can be reformed
with newly born perceptions
I have begun to fly.
— G A Rosenberg

 

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Cosmic LionCosmic Lion by G A Rosenberg

 

Firefox in the CityFirefox in the City by G A Rosenberg

 

Ripening in Time

 

“It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.”
― Vincent van Gogh

 

When I look at something long enough, it stops being the object that I started observing and starts becoming itself intrinsically, I look at the chair next to me, the brown vinyl scratched by the cat, the stuffing coming out of it, wood showing though the bottom. I notice the way the light touches the top of it. It has lost all meaning of itself as a chair and more and more intrinsic meaning, its form supplanting its function. Say a word over and over out loud and soon it loses all meaning, instead becoming a collection of noises. It seems anything studied over a length of time through any of our senses becomes more and more its intrinsic self and less and less what it has been wrought to be….
What then happens when we study ourselves?
Blessings, G

 

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Telling the New Day's TaleTelling the Tale of the New Day by G A Rosenberg

 

(Id)iographic(Id)biographic by G A Rosenberg