Channels of creative energy

By Ian | 18 June, 2013

The energy to create things exists in all of us. Some of this energy flows through my hands in to words, rhyme, rhythm, capturing light, a part flows through my mouth into song, other through my body as love.

The Arts as such have always interested and fascinated me.

This section contains a couple of channels into which my energy has flown.

It Hurts

Categories The Arts

The door closes.
I know it is you
Just know it
It hurts

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The Dot

Categories The Arts

The Dot
Small, and insignificant
Ready, to wait, in the right place
Hanging, somewhere, somewhere safe

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The Knight of the Odd Order

Categories The Arts

Knight of the Odd Order, on his quest for truth
rode the tree lined allees, of teutonic you’th
where the bear was at home, thick forest and glen
in a far away land, was once Richard’s Den

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The Man

Submitted by Ian  poetry 30 May, 2013

Categories The Arts

The Man
Stripped of all worldly wealth
Stripped of worldly functions
Of just being himself
For what is his value worth?

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The Hurting

Submitted by Ian  poetry 14 April, 2013

Categories The Arts

A slither, something
hardly percievable
overcovered
meticlously covered
layer after coloured layer

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Seven Days Of Falling

Submitted by Ian  poetry 30 March, 2013

Categories The Arts

Headphones LED, blinking blue
Reflecting on the screen
Like a life support system
Telling me that I am still alive
Motionless, the green round chat symbol
Online. No 1 or 2 or 3

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Just Sitting Here

Submitted by Ian  poetry 20 March, 2013

Categories The Arts

Just sitting here
I’m just sitting here
I’m just waiting here
for you my love

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For What I Am

Categories The Arts

Morning cold dampness, lying low over frozen soil
Mother earth still, quiet
in the icy clamb of winters claws
the second month, when dark spirits are fought

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I'm such A Fool

Categories The Arts

I have to admit, I’m such a fool
didn’t have a rose, chocolates, not “cool”
I’d forgotten the day, so special in year
so I wrote this poem, for you, my dear

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If You, Without A Word

Categories The Arts

If you, without a word
You simply ever need

Some thing special still there
Your body knows within

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