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1995-2001 CP | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
Poetry from "A Journey of a Dying Man" by A.M. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Essence" Oil on canvas 2000 |
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The Eternal Rebirth Part of me has died No longer able to feel The purest innocence that died Memories get washed by time All that remains Are phantoms of smiles Of something so pure and kind It possesses me, reclaims me Eyes no longer able to tear A drop of soothing hurt You have dissipated into the air And have enchanted my reality Through your Silence Your death smile shrines Life With a child’s Eye Indescribable understanding Of the Essence of Life Which you helped me to know I await the fresh cold rain, Liquid of Life Showering my being Reborn every Moment I realize Eternity |
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A Blue Journey Intricate waves of warmth Consumes the soul And they cast him upon the misty mountains Where he is alone Where no one lives But how the clouds breathe In the dark blue sky As the moonlight unveils beauty profound Weightless he flies Above the mountains A soul floats in the enchanting wind Lonely yet proud is he Far has this soul climbed Looking down he sees All that was little blown away By the gust of Greatness In the ancient silence The past is never again All that remains is Now Longing for the kiss of Eternity |
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"Nietzsche" Oil on Canvas 1999 Not for sale | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Coming Home I want to be buried with the trees Under the silent starry sky I knew they were always there Patiently waiting for me When the play is done And the sun comes down They remind me with their Silent Gaze Realizing the folly of my play The breath of wind rustles the leaves I soon must return to my old Friends. |
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"A face of Death" Oil on canvas altered by digital graphics 2001 |