The Right Brain Speaks

October 14, 2009
I spend my days in darkest night
My nights in brightest day.
I’ve felt a sorrow’s darkened blight
And joys too great to say.

Creations new and old align
Within my shiny grooves;
Inventions great and small are mine –
Along with many oeuvres.

I make the hist’ry of our times
And others long gone by;
I write down tales of modern crimes,
And ancient heroes’ glory.

I sing the song of all our joy,
The dirge of bitter tears.
I’ve painted maidens young and coy
And monarchs rich in years.

I’ve built cathedrals tall and strong,
Did paint them up and down,
Invented motors, put them on
Machines on which I’ve flown.

I can create and can destroy,
Make statues, music, paintings.
My craftiness, it has been used
In laughter, deaths and saintings.

It’s not for fortune or for fame
I toil and sweat and groan.
All of my effort’s in this name:
Creativity alone.

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scientificmusician said...
Oct. 25, 2009 at 7:12 pm
daniel......this is awesome!! :)
The_Erstwhile_Pedestrian replied...
Oct. 26, 2009 at 3:01 pm
thanks for the encouragement!
VeronikaW said...
Oct. 23, 2009 at 9:13 am
*wants to cry*
D, I am SO happy for you that God has given you this gift. You really are amazing. It's so heartwarming to be seeing you come into your own. Never stop writing; you have a beautiful heart, and it's obvious when you pick up that pen.
*hugs you*
The_Erstwhile_Pedestrian replied...
Oct. 26, 2009 at 3:03 pm
thanks! i appreciate your guys encouragement!
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