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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If Only

If I only

Would have said I love you when I left.

But I just said Cya later

and you simply answered Bye

If I only

Remebered to lock my phone, then it wouldn't had died when I was adjusting it on my arm.

And Maybe I wouldn't have gotten late trying to ge my music back on.

If I only

Hadn't stoped and tried to help Him.

But you should alway try to help?

Shouldn't you?

If I only

Had stretched proparly before I left.

Then I might not have been in so much pain.

And Maybe I would have gotten away.

But He was just too fast and too strong.

If only

Someone could have heard me scream

If I only

Had bought a new phone.

Then Maybe it wouldn't have broken when He threw me in the trunk

and Maybe I could have called for help.

If I only

Had been able to stab Him with the knife I found in the trunk.

But the sun was to bright so I never got a chance.

And then He used the knife on me

If I only

Oh my God!

there is sooo much blood...

But atleast it doesn't hurt any more.

Mum....

I love you

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  The Artist - Lightning  

part 3

He was panting from all the heavy lifting but everything seemed to be in order.

He dried the sweat from his forhead with a cloth that he then placed in plastic bag that was waiting in his pocket.

No reason for him to spreading around his DNA all over the place.

He looked, touched some of the equipment with a loving hand and slightly moved others.

Ever since he was a kid he'd wanted to creat something like this.

He had to admit that it was not as authentic as he wanted it to be, but he never wanted to plagiat, but he wanted it to be apparent where he got the inspiration.

There where so many movies but the one from 1931 was his favorite by far.

Everything was in order.

This was only a test to see that everything worked.

The read body had to wait. He would only get one chance and he wasn't about to get sloppy now.

He pushed the first button and the room went completely dark.

He slowed his breathing and counted to 5.

Then he pusched the second button.

The room was filled with all sorts of electric buzzing sounds, flashing buttons and a strobe light that would simulate lightning. He even got the sounds of thunder to really get the ambience just right.

He so wished he could had used real thunder.

To really feel like God, both over Death and Nature.

And then a bright Flash and the "body" on the metallic hostpital gurney started twitching.

Mimicking the line in the movie he yelled as high as he could.

-It's Alive!!!!!!!

He was going to call this.

Lightning!

Now it was time to put the real body in place.

Or bodies really.

Time to get to work.

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Music of the heart

Your fingers played with my heart

as it was a fine instrument,

and my soul danced of joy.

My heart with yours

made a beat that was only for us.

Your eyes was like stars

Your lips like a fire

burning within me

But the music we made

will always play inside me

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    The Artist - Snow   

part 2

This place was just perfect!

Sometimes things just fall in your lap and you have to run with it.

It hadn't been easy to put this together but now looking at it, it was worth the pain and cuts.

He was ready.

And then he pressed the start button.

And the wood chipper machaine started to chew threw the iceblocks he fed it with.

It almost looked like snow.

Even more perfect than he imagined.

When the machaine reached the flesh and bone it started to make a heavy sound but it kept on chewing away.

Making the snow red.

This was a master piece!

He just wished he could acually could build a snow man, but how much he tried, the wood chipper just didn't get the texture right.

But the snow lanterns he made hade turned out beautiful.

He was so happy he decided to save the head and the heart.

Poetic.

The machaine kept on chewing.

He would call this installation

Snow

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