Friday, August 17, 2018

Wayne F. Burke draws

Garden of Eden

 

Heather Jephcott writes


They Are Looking

They are looking
searching for the one,
the one and only.
Their hearts are open 
listening, watching
hoping that one day soon
they will meet this one.

There are many who know this one
who could go and tell these seekers all about
how to know this one, this only one
but fear
cripples
causing those who know
to keep away
to keep the secrets to themselves
to not go
to refrain from relating closely.

But those who desire to know
keep on looking, searching
seeking for the truth,
desiring to be set free
from all that weighs heavy on their souls
aching to know and understand the peace
that He, the one, the one and only, can give.

As they look and keep on looking,
He comes to them
in dreams and visions
revealing Himself
as the one and only one.
They have no doubts that it is He.
No other comes like He does.
No other has the gifts to give.

Everyone who seeks will find
even if those who know
stay away.
Image result for christ in silence paintings  
Le Christ du silence -- Odilon Redon

Kushal Poddar writes

Panacea

A folk of panaceas
 
bend, bond, draw patterns in sky.

Pigeons?
You say. It may not be
my reality.

I wake up late.
Rise even later.
Have you heard the latest
of Mrs. Ray?

A folk of words crisscross
 
my mind, but they have
no place to sit
or nothing to eat.

 
 --Tod Seelie

William H. Drummond writes


Combing My Hair in the Dark



It’s four in the morning
Without any warning
I’m slipping away from your lies
I’m freeing my soul
Making myself whole
Before all that’s inside of me dies



Chorus: 
I’m combing my hair in the dark
I’m hoping the dog doesn’t bark
My escape must be clean
I don’t want to be seen 
So I’m combing my hair in the dark



I’m afraid I might do
Something evil to you
And I know I would not lose my nerve
You’re not worth the time
I would pay for the crime
Of giving you what you deserve



Chorus 
I’m combing my hair in the dark
I’m hoping the dog doesn’t bark
My escape must be clean
I don’t want to be seen
So I’m combing my hair in the dark

Once you were sweet
You made my life complete
And I loved you with all that I am
I swooned and I laughed
But I must have been daft
For your love was nothing but a sham

Chorus 
I’m combing my hair in the dark
I’m hoping the dog doesn’t bark
My escape must be clean
I don’t want to be seen
So I’m combing my hair in the dark

You lied and deceived
Played on all I believed
And you used me as your human tool
But I see through you now
And I take a new vow
No longer will I be your fool

Chorus 
I’m combing my hair in the dark
I’m hoping the dog doesn’t bark
My escape must be clean
I don’t want to be seen
So I’m combing my hair in the dark


So I’m going away
Where? I really can’t say
Doesn’t matter as long as I’m free
And I’ll hold my head high
And I swear I won’t cry
And I’m taking the doggy with me

Chorus 
I’m combing my hair in the dark
I’m hoping the dog doesn’t bark
My escape must be clean
I don’t want to be seen
So I’m combing my hair in the dark


Michelangelo, Aminadab’s companion combing her hair, detail
-- Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simon