Cheesy music reference aside, Concept Art is going to be a semi-serious, introspective series. After a truly heartbreaking conversation a lot of times I prefer to dwell on abstractions instead of vivid details and relevant circumstances, so I thought I might as well start out big or go home.
And thus:
Love. Continue reading “Concept Art – What is Love? Baby, Don’t Hurt Me”
What was and what wasn’t
Never just because, always not quite
Cupid’s been shot dead,
Shedding red toxic arrows,
And blood stained “will never be”s. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #192 – Cupid – JG”
Last month’s theme was about changing the past, so I figure this month’s should be all about molding the future.
Theme – Future Plans/Long-term goals
Structure – Ode (a poem in which a person expresses a strong feeling of love or respect for someone or something, typically addressing that someone or something)
If you feel like the theme and structure don’t necessarily match this month, you and I are in agreement. However, I want happiness and love and optimism when discussing the soon-to-be, so I’m going to gently nudge us in that direction. *nudge nudge nudge*
Let the future tell the truth, and evaluate each one according to his work and accomplishments. The present is theirs; the future, for which I have really worked, is mine. – Nikola Tesla
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Leave it behind.
Leave me behind in the middle of what once was – Continue reading “History”
INK
There’s ink bleeding into the water.
What was once clean and pure,
Is now poisoned with words,
Dripping off pages never read;
Made venomous by things never said.
Unreciprocated, unsent, made bitter by regret;
Can’t see the bottom; can’t see the end. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #189 – INK – JG”
So this was initially posted on another blog that has since gone under =P I don’t have the image that inspired it, but I like to think the poem stands on its own. Hopefully. You decide:
Such elegant beauty in the destruction.
There’s a cleanness, a clearness that only comes from the cutting away of the casual, Continue reading “Of Acceptance and Beauty”
Oh, July, the perfect month for beach reading, you practically handed me your own theme. I just finished Philip K. Dick’s The Man In The High Castle, and without giving spoilers, I will say its plot revolves around alternative presents (of the 1960s). The what if scenarios that could possibly have occurred, if only that one important thing was different. I had seen this type of idea in other media, for instance in Fringe, where they have not only an alternative present but an alternative universe, but for some reason hadn’t read anything with this device. Thus – Continue reading “July’s Theme – A Whole New World”
So I noticed something pretty early on when I was looking for just the right song to try to pen lyrics for: when an artist or band puts out a song without words, there’s a helluva lot going on. So much so that words often feel positively extraneous. Like adding whipped cream on a cake covered in icing. But here goes anyways:
Continue reading “Free Verse – Instrumental Inspiration – JG”
I heard about a shooting the other night.
I was walking my dog after a long shift at work, torn between wishing she would just do her business so we could go home and enjoying the quiet that only seems possible after the sun has long ago set. A couple blocks down, two of my neighbors were likewise savoring the peace from the comfort of their front porch. Having a dog means getting to know everybody who lives within casual walking distance, so I waved hello. I’ll refrain from using names, and stick to genders – they’re a married couple, husband and wife. He’s a quiet fellow but she’s pretty talkative, so naturally she’s the one that mentioned the shooting to me.
Heartfelt confession of crime so sinful,
God turns away in disgust.
Whose only victim: the criminal,
Would be better off if they never trust
Another enough to voice the words of guilt.
Words sure to be met with hatred built
On lies; despised because of natural inclination. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #83 – Plastic Confessions”
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