THE CREATION OF A POET My turbulent childhood molded me into a poet. Black shadows hiding beneath gray clouds of confusion. Sculpturing, steaming, forming words throwing them on paper Living now Putting my past behind unless pulling up or helping others Avoiding pitfalls, pot holes, poisoning emotions I’m writing, dreaming,
Gabriel and I had a very brief Facebook conversation about a piece he wrote for us a year ago in collaboration with Aaron Perry, who provided the art. From that conversation came his inspiration to creat the above piece of micropoetry with photography by Nick Harris.
I’ve been a photographer since I was 11 years old. I had my own darkroom and loved everything about the hobby. As an adult, I worked as a Still Man for commercials and movies and shot tons of modeling composites. Once my addiction progressed, I neglected photography like I did everything else. Fast forward to 10
I composed this piece of piano music for a TV documentary about a young girl who was suffering from a rare illness. Hopefully this piece touches – in some small way – her tremendous spirit. Recorded and produced at www.leicester-recordingstudio.co.uk. https://soundcloud.com/davidrosecomposer/luciana-composed-by-david-rose
**************************** When love tries, Failing to reach your ears, But, wrenching your heart with every word, Remember, That your time is yours and what you make of it That without wings you cannot fly off this hill. That some just know what they need to fulfill And some see it clearer By falling to the
Maiko is 33 and lives in Germany. He has had some really tough times and has been in recovery from PTSD for 11 years. He started singing and playing the guitar in 2002. Check out his work at his website here
They say that Warriors fight in faraway countries and distant shores, they are heroes and that is true they protect our freedom and we thank you. Mother Warriors are of a different breed, we have no training or general to take the lead. Our enemy is drugs, addiction, a disease, a despicable one! Our battle
Today, I can say with confidence, “I am the Mother” but my journey did not always look the way it does today. There was a time when I was very sick with a violent addiction so very lost. But because of Grace and Mercy I, the prodigal daughter, was allowed to return home. Thus