The Edge of Night
We are living in the days on the edge of night
You can see the darkness swallowing up the light
As the world of man accepts wrong for right
Time is short, and it is foolish to waste it
By debating with skeptics that faith in God is intellectually
bright
We are living in the days on the edge of night
The enemy’s delusion is thick
So, walk by faith and not by sight
Don’t lie around sunbathing in the light
We must pick up the banner of Christ
And work as long as there is light!
(January 23, 1994)
Single line Ink on Paper. Original only no copies or prints made. Portrait of two peopoe facing eachother looking in different directions. Autistic Art
A landscape painting is painted with oil colors and the owner of the picture is: Tran Anh Tu said that he took advantage of the remaining oil colors to make a majestic and beautiful picture, poetic like this. The painting was uploaded on December 19, 2017. The images here are copyright of the artist who created them. These landscape paintings are completely owned by photographer Tran Anh Tu. Contact Email: anhtu.vpbq@hotmail.com Link url to my personal Facebook post: https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=118048953913487&id=100071251492403
World gone to hell
Sons duaghters leaving their families homes, dying of a new and namles plague. Where are the gods? And what has become of my hero? I am king, but no more subjects are under my command.
A kingdom falls. A new age dawns, the illest omens herald its bitter arrival .
God preserve us.
We have forasken god, they do not forasake us.
This is why we must be stricken with sickness. . . .. … …
Weep for me.
Weep for all our brothers and sisters.
And now every uncreative poet and halfwit bard seeks to make drama of our troubles.
We are their muse, their grand epic to tell the children.
Fear the virus, dont look away, disturb the dead, praise us for our lies to you. They lead the masses to slay each out of fear.
Cry.
Yes, cry
Cry for your fallen.
They will not be returning for you soon.
But you are still alive, and for that you shall become stronger.
Onward
We cannot always bury the dead. Today , time is against us. We move foward, we carry the sorrow, but the ultimate goal is to defeat sorrow. Whatever form this darkess takes, we face it. Unafraid. And unrelenting.
Forge on into the night. Not gently and quiet shall be our passing.
For, if i am to end, and you likewise, we plant our flag atop the highest hill.
We scream our battle cry and let none forget our actions
.
The very mountains will shake, and echo our last breath.
This is my promise.
If i shall die, i die as i am now
A man. I have decided.
So, i die
…..
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Poetry + Illustration collaboration (3/10) with @rhianbrookepoetry where I make 5 random illustrations and Rhian writes a poem to accompany them, and she writes 5 poems and I create an illustration to accompany each of them. This is the 3rd one of mine finally finished. #collaboration #poetry #poetrycommunity #poemsofinstagram #poetrycollaboration #poetryillustration #illustratedpoetry #drawing #doodle #doodlesofinstagram #illustration #drawing #ink
“A Saian boasts about the shield which beside a bush
though good armour I unwillingly left behind.
I saved myself, so what do I care about the shield?
To hell with it! I'll get one soon just as good.”- variant of a poem from Archilochus
Realms of Vibrant Oddites at display through poetic tales of welcome wonder. What emotions be boiled in this cauldron? Thoughts of mindful darkness play this way.
Written by By Lisbeth Kaiser and beautifully illustrated by Leire Salaberria, the next book in the series "Little People, Big Dreams" is about Maya Angelou - a poet, teacher, singer, actress, director, producer, civil rights campaigner, America's beloved
From my book turned sketchbook "SAVARI – an illustrated journey through Iran & India" is finally out!
SAVARI is a collection of drawings from my sketchbook from five months of Iran & India. It‘s a travelogue full of drawings, sketches, poems and notes,
Keep Your Eyes on the Lamp Bearer.
Don’t walk around aimlessly.
Don’t leave your armor on your bed chamber’s floor.
Keep your eyes and ears focused on Jesus.
He is the lamp bearer, who illuminates the path you should travel.
Don’t walk around aimlessly!
Don’t leave your armor on your bedchamber’s floor.
Specters are crouched in the shadows of the thicket that line your path.
They plot to ambush you as soon as you wander aimlessly into the thicket.
Keep your eyes and ears focused on Jesus.
He is the lamp bearer, who illuminates the path you should travel.
If you have walked into a fog and lost your focus,
If you have walked aimlessly into the shadows the thicket If you find yourself in the
clutches of the specters of the dark
Don’t be anxious.
Don’t lose hope.
Humble yourself and call out to your commander.
He will send in his angelic army to retrieve you
To restore you back to the ranks of His army
Don’t walk around aimlessly.
Don’t leave your armor on your bedchamber’s floor!
Keep your eyes and ears focused on Jesus.
He is the lamp bearer, who illuminates the path you should travel.
(December 3, 2016)
and now, a short poem: "I am so close to the edge, I could just take a step, and leave this lonely world behind" ... thank you, and now back to our regularly scheduled fear-mongering and brain-washing, yay!
"Dragons breathing flame
On my counterpane
That doesn't frighten me at all.:
~ poem "Life Doesn't Frighten Me" by Maya Angelou
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Please google or connect to link to read the complete poem - it is one all children hear:)
this one is illustrated by a master artist:
https://www.brainpickings.org/2013/05/03/life-doesnt-frighten-me-maya-angelou-basquiat/
