SPEAK

SPEAK, out to the sudden disaster you are facing. There can be only way to silence the enemy. SPEAK, not a whisper but a SCREAM of sudden passion against every weakness. Your tounge cannot grow entangled any longer, your voice...it has to fight. Just listen to the wind..guiding you, if you wont it will.

SPEAK...into the night if the light is blinding your eyes; speak to the only voice that cares. Shudder a cry of defeat, a wave of victory, a sign of reality in your voice...that you can endure the quaking in your gut that is killing you. Just speak it away, speak it out of your soul. Throw it onto the cold harsh ground it came from. Cast from this hiding grave in your heart...the despicable distaste that drives you to harm.

SPEAK, for the ones that have already been silenced. SPEAK, for the souls that have a voice no more. One voice, two...10,000. We can indeed fight this battle. Just speak.

Hearts giving HOPE!

Hearts giving hope. Hope for a renewed perception, a reality beyond our reach but not totally undetected. Hope...a well-spring, a new and perfect happiness. Hearts giving out their vision of a united healing, hands joined in a united decision to live. Living life! Not a life of self-pity or denial, not a life of tears, or pain in every mirror encircling us. No. Real life, living for a purpose. A DREAM, of something created for peace. Newness. Wellness. Perfection thrown out the window. Deceiving images torn in fiery hatred of what they have made so many of us to believe already...but not in this present time.

Hearts are giving hope, giving a reason to believe and a chance to fight until it truly fades into the darkness. Burying it self no longer, completely out and trampled upon into the night. No love shown to the darkness, only the light.

Only hope, only love, only hearts healing the souls that have been crucified, terrified, diseased by its hatred, by its whispers and deceiving lies. Not another threat, not another silence undetected, not another rush of blood that could of been kept warm. Hearts are giving hope, after so long. Hear's to a new life, a new peace, love eternally lasting forever.

Chair and music still life

Over the summer, I am going to work on a series of still lifes from observation that will be an introduction to my A.P. portfolio. Observation is a key to art that I have yet to focus much on, because I haven't given it much thought, but I have been constantly nagged, by my art teacher and other people, to start doing this more often. Colleges look for this, but I think I like it better than what I have been doing actually. :) I am hoping that my future still lifes will be better looking than this one, but this is the first so I decided to put it on here anyway. I like it, I love the colors and the music, I haven't gotten to do much with music in my art yet. I love music, so hopefully I will have the chance to entertwine a bit of music into future works. Enjoy :)

God's Creation

The trees sway with such grace,

as the flowers bloom in the sunlight.

Birds chirp in their nests with a cheerful song.

Everything is perfect, in tune with the wind,

the skies, the seas.

Full of life, full of love, full of wonder.

God's grace shines through brighter than ever;

Brighter than the sun, taller than towering mountains,

his majesty reigns over all.

He sheds his beauty on this world he created.

Every creature , every nat, every single blade of grass,

frequently forgotten, belongs to him.

Your Sacrifice

The stains of your blood carried me far.

The scars on your hands washed me clean.

With the freedom to fly, I took off into

your arms, rose above these mortal chains.

Like a new born baby I rose out of the darkness,

into your arms I hear you with glee,

A new born child to set free.

Jesus, your everything to me!

Your mercy and love set me free.

Just like an angel you rose, you flew

above this world.

What a mighty savior!

With a heart of joy

I live for today, not tomorrow.

I reach for the skies not the ground.

Because your high above me,

and I want to find you; meet you face to face.

Then one day we can sing together in

a sweet remembrance of your sacrifice.

The Living Water of Christ

Living Water;

nothing but a stream of water

upon shallow waves.

Whispering winds combine

with the laughter of the day.

Among the trees, among the mountains

we find one breath of life.

A cold and refreshing glimpse of what

we have and could be.

The lost souls, only skimming the surface,

with no idea of what's in store.

They search for water but find nothing

to restore their tounges to new.

The answer is right before their eyes,

formed by God himself.

The faith and hope of Jesus Christ.

The answer was never deceiving.

they're cries were just too faint,

Not by words but by heart.

But the soul of a believer,

deep and rich with water,

breath for a new day,

with life for our wonderful savior

Jesus Christ.

The Madness of a Storm

The wind shapes its fingers through my hair,
whispering secrets in the night.
The meaning of out lives float away,
under the shelter of their flying colors.

Speeds pick up,
stranger by the minute,
beating its fists against
everything in their way.

The first drop of the evening
hits with a shuddering thud.
Soaking in the creatures that haven't
left the threatening grounds.

The skies begin to Roar,
with their angry voices
they cry into the night,
shouting their threats to the world.
The trees are pushed aside,
lifting their roots from their comforting homes.

The clouds overflow with all their might,
casting out their drowning floods.

The skies are split in two,
and with one flick of his wrist,
lightning strikes the darkness.