Into the heart of the matter does a man not begin to see things clearly after years of experience and silent hell spent yearning for things lost to the uncureable and fortunes failure.?
Give him not the grace of wisdom by failing to prove faithful and loyal of heart and mind, then truly demons mist walk among us in the shape of Eve and Angels lost of hope and heart, broken and cursed forevermore. Wings of gossomur silk traded for whispers of a ghost, lost in the darkness.
Again surrounded by confusion and panic. Living in a roller coasters heart has taken its toll… I’ve grown to tired to fight anymore, the soul of Hope has been bled nearly dry by harlotts and harpies. Grown so tired of endless giving, endless judgement and critics galor. All for a place to rest this weary and weathered soul, a cursed night and endlesswonderer now numb and tired from the rain and cold of this life. Shivers uncontrolled now echo these bones of truths giving pardon only to fires in my soul as I drift away…
The End… A freewrite by.me
Benjamin M Prewitt 2017 December 31st #myshakylife
****In honor for all those who have fallen by the hand of another
There was a time when doors remained unlocked
And monsters remained in the shadows
A skinned knee was a skinned knee and “a little dirt, never hurt”
Now it’s seems that demons roam our streets, schools,malls and movie theaters
Gone are the days of “be home before dark”
For the darkness walks among us
It feeds on our Xanax our Panics
Sacrifices baby’s has a heart of black onyx
Where are our Angels our soldiers and steeds
Where are the white knights with noblest of deeds
I fear for us, as our society bleeds
**In honor for all those who have fallen by the hand of another
As an artist and person I try to stick to matters of the heart, but every once in a while I’m compelled to do a piece the represents my dislike in something or my concern for a specific matter. As one may guess by the title of this piece it’s about war. My dislike for war my disappointment in our society as a whole to let wars continue to destroy our race and our planet. This piece speaks to the greed and ignorance of our societies governments as the back room deals continue whilst city’s burn and children,mothers,husbands and wives give their lives. It makes me sick to my stomach that WE our humanity continue to let this happen. Enough said. This is a larger piece 36in x 48in
Missiles, acid rain,fire
The fire that burns across the horizon line.
A building and background texture and paint.
Yes it’s true two days in a row I’ll be out with the other humans on this planet. See I don’t really like people, I have a very Charles Bukowski attitude towards
Large groups of people. “A person is smart a group is generally not”. So today this is the side of the poetish painter I will show the world.
Instead of this one, that I live in 99% of the time. And no I do not have a whip to go with the hat from the top picture.lol
Hat from Stetson circa 1950’ish I have a collection of vintage hats from the 40’s & 50’s.
Ok that’s enough sharing for me for a while. To all be well and enjoy the day. May it smile upon all of you.