The stars that are bright
Hang upon their own light while
Displaying greatness
The sky above is
Full of atmospheric things
That convey wonder
The waters below
Have submerged a full world of
Many mysteries
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For not even a rewind
can change the magnitude,
and very real purpose of time—
as it will flow and continue to,
roll no matter what else,
is going on or not—
for it’s not the clock; nor the watch,
that dictates time at all,
but rather operate as a simple tool,
in the actionable way of displaying,
just how distinct time actually rules—
a universal and dynamic element,
that factors in all points within—
and all segments throughout,
for without a shadow of doubt,
time will continue on—
and it will not be beaten,
for the true depths of time—
for all of us—
are well beyond; and far reaching,
more than we could ever fathom—
and not operating; within any set lines,
as we may deem—
or as it may seem—
well balanced yet with not being; fully understood,
absolute perfection—
as anyone would find,
that expresses consistently through,
The intricacies of time
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Time incomplete
And time that has passed
Along with time presently flowing
Within the hourglass
Seeing the sand inside
Slowly moving away
And upon noticing this
I can see my reflection
In the glass
Me looking back at myself
As the time here
Is steady rolling
Yet seeing time slip away
And also what’s to come
Seeing time continuously
Moving forward despite
Whether personal tasks
Or done or not
For time just doesn’t stop
But in here it does
But only inside this hourglass
For as the time stops there
It keeps on going outwardly here
And having witnessed time from sands here
Both began and disappear
As I pick it up and lift it up
And watching as time passes by
Right in the palm of my hand
A literal precursor
For time’s arrival and exit
And as to what could happen next
For the time left in between
As I could observe with and from
A very personal and spatial view
All while watching the sands of time here
Indicate and display
The past, present, and future
Simultaneously
As I may find
While looking at time
From both sides
Of the hourglass
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A Stair Poem *
The tick
And tock of the
Ongoing and steady
Clock that moves within
Each second, minute, and hour
And helping to regulate and display
The one crucial element that waits for
Noone at all and like a never ending fall
The ticking and steady clock stays in place
No matter the face that stares at it or not at all
As each hand lands and knows exactly what to do
When the time comes and pacing throughout as a game
That cannot be won and even shunned for simply keeping
The one thing the clock does best and allowing time to align the rest
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Part 6 (Final Poem)
Walking about constantly
So out of breath
Leading to a slight unrest
A statement and a test
Of a personal testimony
Lived over many lifetimes
Stepping out and about
And at times off the rails
For having walked there
But in this position
And rotating mission
Pulse racing from each foot placed
Upon land surfaces that welcomed me
And exited the same way I entered
Eagerly and in anticipation
Of the next place
My legs decided to go
And my willing feet followed
As I swallowed the idea
Of any remnants of fear
That lead me to stay planted
Instead of moving
Yet my nerves and urge
Of self soothing was that
Noone could tell
Or dispel
Just by looking
As my eyes are happy
And appearing so well dressed
And drenched in the sweat
Of hundreds of mortal steps
And unloosened chains
Gone from only moving about
In just one room
To further exploring and discovering
Exactly what all I have left
From repeated steps
Watching myself
From a pure mental standstill
And unmodified gains
Taking myself into further
Unknown areas
Of pleasant and curious
Endeavors
Bold
Poised and clever
So that I can always
Even into my next life
Keep walking about forever
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CINQUAIN TWO
The wind
Moves onward to
Such places all over
The world and covers each one with
Much poise
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Part 5
Up from a dream
And walking about
Within much deja vu
And having some clue as to
Where I’ve walked before
From memories filled up
And lined up from my core
As my very soul vibrates
Upon each step that I take
And each step that I took
All while I look around
At places and scenes
And other such things
That could potentially bring me
To a place of utter significance
As these same feet
Walk and dance
Strut and prance
To muttered tunes
Along a distinct and personal pathway
To much better days
As I walk in the gray
And in this direction
Pacing my steps repeatedly
Over time to certain
Course corrections
That silently remain
And then I take a breath
Slowly and deeply
All simply due to
Walking about once again
To be continued…..
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ORIGINAL (Acrostic)
Origin story of one who is
Ready with or without a moments notice
Igniting the creativity that flows in waves
Going ahead to be the first
In line to this particular thing and to be fresh
New and inventive and not a copy or reproduction of
Any parts of this unique creation with much
Love for something never before seen or done
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Art is Art….Post 6
Allow art to simply be what it is and not what one thinks or believe it should be….
This post is a bit longer than my usual ones here, but I felt everything here needed to be stated and I’m pulling no punches at all with regards to art. This is due to my personal admiration, respect, and passion for artistry.
Art is the freedom of creative expression by various means through the said artist. And in whatever way the artist deemed it to be, manifested and materialized through their own personal and artistic vision thereof. This is how I personally describe artistry along with the bold statement above. The purity of art and the passion for the arts, is what matters most to me. Too many times through different mediums, commercial or otherwise, artistry tends to get lost and tainted. It gets modified or altered most of the time from its original form and vision. This has to stop! The question is, will it?
No disrespect intended towards anyone that has made it publicly, in the limelight or spotlight regarding their artistic work. But, has that spotlight or recognition gone to your head or ego? Has that forced one to forget their humble beginnings? Has that made you look down on other artists based on where you’ve reached? Has any amount of success caused one to truly lose the purity, passion, and true freedom of expression, that art has always allowed to happen and therefore should always stay there?
These are the questions that all artists must answer for themselves. Because you’re a teacher shouldn’t matter. Because you’ve written many books shouldn’t matter. Because you’ve gotten to travel and speak shouldn’t matter. Or received various accolades shouldn’t matter either. Never lose your way as an artist no matter what! And never, and I repeat….never judge or put down any artist and their work. Even if it’s not your cup of tea, art has always been open to personal interpretation. True appreciation for the arts, should always be in place. Now I’m not saying just anything goes with art either, as in illegal, depraved, evil, and immoral things or factors that we all know are wrong regardless of the art form or style.
Humbleness, passion, creativity, imagination, skills and talent over time, expression, freedom, and utter confidence in my opinion rule art with an iron fist. These are what keep an artist truly grounded and rooted in what art should always be and maintain it no matter what. Never get so high and mighty to the point where you can’t learn more, be teachable, or take on more than one art. But also, never be so high and mighty either that you feel you should harshly critique, insult, disrespect, or dictate to another artist what you think, feel, or believe it should be based on your personal view or philosophies. This is the worst of all, and shame on anyone who does this to an artist, does to an artist from being an artist yourself, blocking or attempting to change or taint through misunderstanding of what art truly is and suppose to be freely. In other words, never put an artist in a box, because that is not where they belong ever. An artist is not a caged bird, but rather one that flies about and soars freely the same as art was intended to be and stay. Plus we never know the real depths or capabilities of an artist, until they show it to us. That is if they’re gracious enough to share their art with us all. Because they don’t have to do this, it’s at the artist’s personal discretion to do so or not, again their freedom and choice. And artists should always do art for themselves first and foremost, and not for others.
Quote: “Inside you there’s an artist you don’t know about… say yes quickly, if you know, if you’ve known it from before the beginning of the universe.”
― Rumi
Now, I wrote this from not only my personal view and experiences, but through the ugliness also through others I’ve seen, read about, or heard. I believe and will always believe in the purity, the creative expression, and freedom that art affords to the artist and their vision. Art never has to be what we think it should, but rather let it be exactly what it is and nothing more or less. There is beauty in artistry, and even more beauty through real freedom of personal expression that compliments art in the manner it was created and meant to be.
I truly hope that this post about art, resonates with all who read it and feel free to express and comment on it, much love and peace fellow artists.
Sincerely,
PoeticMobility
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A mind radicalized
with critical thinking—
forever breaching,
far reaching,
and circling deeper into,
the recesses of my brain—
to what makes sense,
and to what also; may seem strange,
for what remains,
is the version of me,
that far exceeds mere circling—
as to move at warp speed,
into the unseen; and various galaxies—
then move about with a mind,
that further circles the world—
no less than a million times,
quiet replies and comments—
along with thoughts; that often cement,
within and plant seeds,
of wild ideas and then feed—
more into me; yet circling into a vast,
and a spoken filled reality,
created purely from—
thoughts alone—
unencumbered,
and that tend to freely roam,
with a chance and vital meeting—
at my core,
for my mind each time—
is looking forward to,
Circling much more
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