I Love You

Love me with your whole heart

Love me even when I fail you

Love me even when I'm stupid an unfair

Love me when we wake up in the morning

Love me when we say good night

Love me because I'm human

Love me because I'm the one for you

I Love you

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#MusicMonday

This is a song I wrote the lyrics too.

The artist that did all the hard work is

@JWarwick1976

A brilliant musician and a wonderful person

Enjoy!

The Artist - Man's  Best Friend

part 5

This was one of his favorite pieces.

Not only as a concept but that the audience was going to interract and therefore become a part of the Art itself.

HOW they interracted with the piece would have an direct effect how the end result play out.

The rome itself was sort of an Labyrinth, with an assortment of different challenges before they would reach the Grand Finale.

This would actully be the second to last piece in his vernissage.

There was a soft whining next to his leg.

-Shhhhh little one. He gently stroked the little thing.

It was shivering slightly.

-Shhhhh, It won't be that long. If everything goes smothly you will be home with your family before you know it.

He sat for a while stroking the small thing.

Talking to it.

Assuring it that all would be fine.

But he knew.

When faced with a danger for their own safety, people showed their inner ugliness.

All it wanted is affection.

All they want is to be entertained.

They went into the Labyrinth, passing a arrangemet of mirrors on the way.

He wanted the audience to have to face themselves with every decision they had to make.

And then they had arrived in the middle of the Labyringh, he opened a small door letting it into the cage.

Here it would have all it needed up to the Big Event.

-You will be safe here, he said. And I will visit you as much as I can.

It wimpered some more.

-Shhhh litte one.

He was calling this......Man's Best Friend

But he wondered.

Was man going to fail his friend?

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  Reach the stars  

I write these word so they will reach the stars

I'm sending my love to near and far.

open your heart and let your soul be free

the world is a better place when we all live in peace

Open your heart let go of the pain

let love be the power that always remains

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The Woman

I met a women on the road

& she told me her story

& it was sad

I wanted 2 give her a hug

because of corona I couldn't

I wanted 2 say I would be here for her

because of corona I couldn't

I wanted 2 to comfort her

but I had nothing 2 say

So I left her thee alone on the road

with only one destination

Death

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The Artist - Red, White and Blue

part 4

This piece was one of his more difficult to exicute.

The required elements hadn't been that easy to come by and for a minute he even concidered to take it off the list of ideas he had in his head.

And to be honest this wasn't really his cup of tea.

He never concidered himself to be a patriot or an activist.

He was just an Artist plain and simple, and when an Artist get that special feeling they should always run with that.

His mother told him that sooo many times when he was a kid.

-Look Darling, people might not always get your work, and you know what? That is OK. When you get that special feeling about a project or a painting or what you choose to do, go with that feeling.

That is your Muse talking to you, and you should always listen to her. Even if in the end the finnished result isn't what you wanted, you will always look back on it as a learning experience. Because sometimes we learn more from our misstakes than our most successful work.

His mother was a wonderful teacher and the most perfect person he had ever met in his life.

Every advise she had ever given him in her short life he had hidden in his heart.

And everytime he needed her, she was there.

She was his muse.

And that is why he did this.

Is wasn't perfect, not in anyway.

But the impact of his work, and the meaning of it was plain.

But getting the right components had been a struggle indeed.

Especially the last part.

But his mother always said he had a way with words.

The chairs was sitting in a sort of circle, with huge lumps of skin in a pile in the middle.

The bodys on the chairs looked naked and vulnerable. They appeared to be looking at each other.

This was how we all really looked on the inside.

We where all equal beneath the skin.

He called this....

Red, White and Blue

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Corona

frozen tears broken smile

I didn't want to say good bye

No hug or kiss

I'm feeling sick

you slowly turn away

I want to run

make you stay

but for your safety

it has to be this way

How long will this last

this awful pain

corona please

don't take my family away

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The Hunter

what lurks in the shadow

this warm summer night

the moon over a meadow

sharing it's light t

he stars are watching with an icy stare

they know what is coming

but they silently glare

I run thru the meadow

I can't catch my breath

I know it is coming

a hunter called death

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