Today, a gift from God, I’ve put a stake in the ground. Today, a gift from God, I’ve covered the nakedness of my broken little boy. I will see his pretty face, while his shame and suffering are clothed in Christ’s righteousness.
Honey-colored heaps hide under cotton. Empty triangles fall up. Sunrise fades to a glassy voice piercing cold air, until warm toes wink into the void. I’m so happy that Dave found my blue notebook from Dec/Jan psyc ward. I found this poem dated 23 December 2020.
Fan art of https://www.instagram.com/p/CKSDkmGhMGR/?igshid=1inntzsyyz2et (original by @levijubenvill) I really like how the woman seems to be holding a cigarette, while there’s a hand in a photo on the wall holding a cigarette, right above the lamp where the painting is divided into a less colorful bottom half.
Please note, I was in the psyc ward with mania when I penciled this and wrote this poem. It still means something to me, but please interpret it as an art communication when I’m not doing well. I rarely create art any other time– too depressed and/or unmotivated. he climbs to the attic / he […]
The boy in this drawing is inspired by Prescott the bastard from The Childhood of a Leader (2015) “Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death.” (James 1:15) Please feel free to download this image if you’d like to color it.
Cumbersome Seven Mary Three She calls me Goliath and I wear the David maskI guess the stones are coming too fast for her nowYou know I’d like to believe this nervousness will passAll the stones that are thrown are building up a wall I have become cumbersome to this worldI have become cumbersome […]