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Random Prompt: Do you lie to yourself?
 
I try not to but I am sure I do. I have enough difficulty accepting me without decieving myself. I am certainly guilty of being surrounded by a self created mask and sometimes put too much faith in that. I am sure there isn't a person breathing who knows the me I hide from the world, I am not even sure I know who that person is either. Is that lying to myself... probably!
 
Quote of the Day
 
In mathematics you don't understand things. You just get used to them. --- Johann von Neumann

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Hail the Holly King

 

The waxing year brings stories of the Holly King
crimson berries his blood upon the snow.
Yuletide songs greeting the golden Oak King
around the fireside just as long ago.

The winter cold has the Earth in it’s trance
in honour of the fallen Holly King
 and the Oak King begins his age old dance
and once more our voices in glory sing.

The year is waning in the summer sun
the Oak King’s blood shall lie upon the ground
Victory of the handsome Holly King begun
as the year’s wheel journey’s round.

A Blessed Yuletide and may the peace of the Goddess be ever with you

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Creative Journal: 5th December 2008

Life without love is like a tree without blossom or fruit --- Khalil Glibran

Phrase - worry not about love, for it cares only for you

Random - shadow Daniel Boon by Benet

Title - Forbidden Dreams

First line - I have fallen, so you can lift me up

Poetic line - How the old mountains drip with sunset - Emily Dickinson

Projective Identity - on of a pair of contact lenses

Wordbank - British, video games, candy, plane, pig

Theme - sensual scene involving food

AWAD - hornswoggle (HORN-swog-uhl) v. to cheat, hoax or decieve.

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Creative Journal: 4th December 2008

Art by Luis Royo

Quote - It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see. --- Henry David Thoreau

Wordbank: fear, scream, blue, ocean, scream.

Phrase: Time makes my body weak, but my love stronger.

Title: My First Grey Hair

First line: No one has given him/her/me this much before.

A Word a Day: flummadiddle (flum-uh-DID-l) n. nonsense, something worthless.


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Where There's a Quill

Where there‘s a quill and ink there lies a way,
To write poems with skill and flare, in peace.
Embrace the Pen within your hand, I say,
And let battles of words forever cease.
The verse that comes from white feathers today,
That talent is free but always on lease
So come rain or shine ink on paper lay,
With this treaty word command will increase.
A pen is a mighty warrior’s steel sword
Against the aggression of the blank page
To a poet as vital as the word
If used with the wisdom of Legend’s sage
Even if the flow is subtly absurd
And release your mind from the writer’s cage.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

On Love's Wings

Without it, life is a drag
a dishrag of existence.
Care of you, love, just for me,
so that we last the distance.

I know our path lies beyond,
ever bonded, for all time.
Still I want the here and now
in love’s bough, is that a crime?

I have no magic potion,
just emotion, to hold you.
Without you, I am nothing,
on love’s wing, we’ll see it through.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Journey to Art

They say she was born with it,
as colours fit on the boards.
The practice of many years,
hiding tears, with no rewards.

So many leave empty quills,
to pay the bills - forget art.
And those brave few who remain
face disdain, ’til they depart.

Brushes and pens leave their tracks
chalk and wax, subtle effects.
All these skills need to be learned,
talent earned, still with defects.

Picture that hangs on the wall,
she gave her all to create.
Glory at last she can claim,
speak her name in art’s debate.

Behind each success hides years,
endless fears, no peace of mind.
Her legacy is her art,
from the heart, she left behind.


Quote: Every artist was first an amateur

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Iambic Feet

The rhyme is in iambic feet,
It’s left my pen alone in defeat.
As words that come and go today
I’m practising to write this way
Then write some more to ease my pain
Then edit it and write again
The guys I read from long ago
The pulse of words, some fast, some slow,
Thus poems flow with rhythmic beat
With rhymes that form iambic feet


I sit with pen in hand, but have no ink
No time or space to dream as pictures sink
Beyond the art my eyes no longer see
As words entwine in random form for me
Arrange in lines to build a structured verse
Poetic joys I often find a curse
But words like rivers have to ebb and flow
And dance in thoughts and dreams with cosmic glow
A new art form to learn as I turn grey
The Painting Poet’s here to write her way.

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Ernie, the other half a bee

Half of me, co-incidentally,
As has been said, Eric be,
This half of bee must surely be,
acutely, the half bee that is me.

They forgot me, can you not see,
That Eric Bee was half of me,
They said this Bee was not a bee
And blamed it on an injury!

Sing it...

ABCDEFG
Ernie the half a bee
One, two, three... la dee dee
Ernie the half a bee

It's that cursed semi-bee
No chance he recalls me
As he dozes upon your knee
Damn that Eric, the half-a-bee

Ho, ho, ho, and he he he
Ernie the half a bee
Twiddly dum, fiddler's three
Ernie the half a bee

I loved the hive, 'til he broke free
Split in two, bi-sexually
That summer's day when he loved me
Wholly carnally.

He loved me carnally
I was his lady bee
The End


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Creative Journal: 3rd December 2008

Quote - There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds --- Gilbert K. Chesterton

Title - Drink from my Poison Cup

A Word a Day - Discombobulate (dis-kuhm-BOB-yuh-layt) v. to disconcert or confuse

Theme - Hands

Wordbank - rewind, damaged, blood, kinky, beauty

Phrase - I'll turn your tears to roses.
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Creative Journal: 2nd December 2008

Quote

Deep into the darkness peering, long i stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared dream before.

Edgar Allan Poe

AWAD

skidaddle (ski-DAD-l)

verb; to leave hurriedly.

Title:

The Rose of Love

Word bank

love, poison, time, romance, curses.

Phrases

dormant tree; flowers fold; new-built city

Poetic Form:

Terxa Rima Sonnet

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Crimson Clouds

He stands alone in Europe’s field
As clouds of poppies summon dreams.
The days of war a human shield,
He stands alone in Europe’s field.
Alone in trenches men concealed,
So few remain who knew war’s schemes,
He stands alone in Europe’s field
As clouds of poppies summon dreams.
The distant cannons never yield
He stands alone in Europe’s field.
No peace can cure wounds never healed
No answers to his nightly screams.
He stands alone in Europe’s field
As clouds of poppies summon dreams.

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Beautiful Agony

Lady lay safe in my arms
nothings harms, I watch you sigh.
a gentle touch on your skin
let me in and softly die.

Lady lay safe in my arms
loving charms sensual cry
lose control and let it go
caressing slow as we lie.

Lady lay safe in my arms
no alarms tell of your bliss
le petite mort comes again
With no pain in lover’s kiss.

Lady, lay safe in my arms,
stormy balms of love tonight.
Beautiful -- the agony
that sets you free in delight.

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Spell Casting

I long to cast magic’s spell,
know thee well in autumn’s night.
A wish just for thee, my heart,
Cupid’s dart in love’s true light.

A cauldron of potions stew,
witch’s brew, reveal to thee,
and hold my love in thy sight,
Samhain light, for thee and me.

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Spark the Flames

Each lesson learned is one small spark
that sets the mark of our flame,
Now our knowledge we should share,
with no care for love or fame.

Skills that die with their master
are forever lost to all,
one passed to another’s hand
to be candid, will remain.

Let your fire of wisdom shine
as those in line want to learn
and your light will always glow
above, below, the flames burn.

Quote Prompt: If you have knowledge, let others light their candle in it. (Margaret Fuller)

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Shades of Autumn

As autumn brings vibrant shades
the sun fades towards year’s end.
Trees of green now golden red,
their leaves shed and colours blend.

Nature’s brightest palette forms
in wind and storms over land,
inspired art in paint and ink
as minds think with fall at hand.

Bonfires and feasting begin,
err snowflakes spin the world white.
The end of one leads to new,
in winter’s view, land so bright.

We watch in awe and wonder,
hear the thunder, lightning bolt.
Yet feel delight of seasons
year’s reasons do not revolt.


Definition of err

Verb: to wander from a direct course at random

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Twenty One?

Title: Twenty One?

Form: Awdl Gywydd

Fireworks brighten the night sky,
reason why? To honour you.
I believe that to be so,
my nan’s show, surely it’s true.

Simply the best should be yours,
without pause for thought or chance.
My nan is special, no doubt,
so I’ll shout aloud or dance.

On paper and ink in quill
a poem will say with style
my wish of happy birthday
with word play to bring a smile.

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Ravaged Ice

In winter’s claws, all is white
from frost’s bite and the snow.
Set the fire, love, in the hearth,
warm the bath, and feel love’s glow.

Toast me crumpets on the grate,
my hunger sate, watching dreams.
In the flames my thoughts of love
drift above to our loft’s beams.

Damask quilt that keeps us warm,
fingers trace form in lust’s vice.
Your passion melts my cold heart.
My love’s art has ravaged ice.

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Kick back with a scotch bonnet

Endless hassle,
a gavel pounds against my brain.
Computers are whining, printers are drumming
the boss must have a hole in his head.
Back stabbing remarks heard behind doors,
just once let me get even.
He wants my ass, I know how to play,
so maybe today I should.
Let him think he’s got lucky, a grin that seduces
until he is eating out of my hand.
Bondage the game, with him in chains
wearing a Scotch bonnet on his wee head
as I kick back and relax
watching him sweat.

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Leave My Desk Alone, Guys

Anger written all over my face,
I’m sat behind my desk.
nothing left in the correct place
it is getting grotesque.

My pens and pencils are missing,
unread letters in the ‘out’,
I can feel my rage now hissing
but still I do not shout.

Then I saw my precious easel
lying there on the floor
like an over used, worn plimsol
my nerves can take no more.

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Death Before Dying

As years swept past, old age arrived,
the grey replaced his jet-black hair.
His eyes of blue need lens to see
An aid in ear is placed with care.
The fatigue of time has no relief
the once vibrant mind is dull.
A stick of ebony helps him walk
the physical grief has taken its toll.
Why can’t he remember me?
He sees me and sees my mother.
his wife who passed so long ago,
each visit is slowly killing me
I want my dad, not his shadow.
I grieve for man he once was
as he knows nothing of me.
In his memory, he is still young,
a soldier fresh from war,
my mother by his side in white,
he’s lost to memory now
as he slips further she holds him closer
his bride wants him with her to stay.


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Artwork for Hint of Mairi

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A Hint of Mairi (First Draft)

I meet the youth of school girl ways

And weep the aging tear. 

The city lights and rushing days

 In white and amber gear,

the civic walls by Itchen shore

the freight awaiting ship

as smoke from liners’ funnels pour

from mental journals slip

When does this time, denim the guise,

reveal  a wizened crone

who saw the docks  in grief demise

recession’s cost the drone.

Where is the girl in St Anne’s blue

adorned as ashened tree

I bid farewell to things I knew

No tears it’s time to be

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Artist's Jug

I am her jug , her brushes rest in me
I hear her sing while mixing paint today
And feel the cold water, wet and icy
I wish she would listen and hear me say

Warm hands grip my handle, my sexy curve
Her nudes often have the very same pose
I wish it was fine wine that I could serve
As she paints the scene her mind has now froze

Instead its poison mixed with flailing brush
Sharp, bitter essence like lime tree’s fruit
When will the artist empty the foul mush
And savour a cool sweetness that I suit

Anger burns my glaze as I sit and seethe
Then with her tender care comes her touch
My bath, lavender scented warmth I breathe
The stench lifts and I know her need is such

Soft muslin cloth wipes away the dark stains
By a new creation I stand with pride
She couldn’t do it alone, hence my pains
Just a jug, its me she keeps by her side.

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Pagan Flame

In circle dance from left to right
Around the Pagan flame
From right to left eternal light
In midst of song she came

As distant drummers beat in time
The core of earth’s own pulse
With ebb and flow of tidal rhyme
One world can sing, one voice

The hallowed call from mother earth
We dance her tune of life
The core that beats from day of birth
‘til death’s sweet end of strife

The whisper winds that bring the rain
To quench the thirst of light
As trees of willow weep of pain
As Man has lost the sight

The ways of old return this night
And feel a loves embrace
Lament the past and oath to right
A soul will touch her grace

O Goddess queen of all that’s truth
Thine kin have come to thee
Forgive their sin of mortal proof
Open the eyes to see

In circle dance from left to right
Around the Pagan flame
From right to left eternal light
In midst of song she came

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Truth

Truth is purity.
Truth feels like a soft downy feather.
Truth smells of citric fruit on a warm day.
Truth looks like a baby.

Truth sounds like a breeze in the trees.
Truth tastes like polo mints.
Truth is the mother of trust.
Truth keeps the heart clean.

Truth sleeps with the angels.

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Peaceful Poverty

Walking the streets of this city at night
Cast your eyes to the reality, the plight.
In dark corners, sleeping under boxes,
Lies and old man living wild like foxes.

Trapped in the terrifying honesty
Just left in the world with no amnesty.
His working life as someone's property
Now we look on at peaceful poverty.

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Dreams of Summer Love

From airport to hotel and beach,

Come thoughts of holiday romance.

Eyes meet and drink as fingers teach,

Amidst the dreams of summer love.

The passion intense, the feelings real,

Two hearts in union, sipping wine.

Sun tanning days, lust moments steal,

Amidst the dreams of summer love.

Two weeks go fast, back on the plane,

Undying love declared goodbye.

Promises of letters in vain,

Amidst the dreams of summer love.

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Waves of Tides

The marine world. A place beyond Man's eye
When life was free from Man's destructive way.
The waves of tides marked time with a soft sigh
In peace as oceans smiled, a perfect day.

The invasions came and seas were abused
A dumping ground for Man's poisonous hand.
Now oceans are dying, discarded and used
Joining the acrid existence of wasteland.

All life is transient, drifting towards death,
A journey to a place hidden from sight,
But without clean air there can be no breath,
No clarity as darkness consumes light.

As the seas demise and trees suffocate
The world lies murdered with no advocate.

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Exposed Senses

She wept as a bride sat on the edge of winds,
her senses raw to emotional dreams.
Her mouth quenched by bitter tragedy,
the sweetness of lemons would have kinder taste.
Her eyes see clearly the blurring figures,
illusions of reality quest in her mind.
The scent clouds of burning ice and fire,
tremble as she inhales in sobs of hunger.
Her fingers grip in futility of a gesture
grasping the strands of the nothing that remains.
The anguished screams making music in her ears
melodious cries formed in the heaving light.
Pubescent energies foretell of the will to be
in a world of contradiction and strife.
Entrapped by the senses and deprivation
a web of perception in fantasy's realm.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Artwork: Aftermath

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Aftermath

After the war lands list lifeless and grey
The men return like melodic zombies.
Battle weary and beaten like dulled clay
All victims of conflicts between the Tshombes.

The women have no hope in their soulless eyes
Devoid of emotion, no will to care.
The cruel loyalty of endless sighs
As loved ones fail to appear, none will share.

A child in confusion is war's toll.
Father slain by a bullet, left to die.
Mother raped by grief, it's taken her soul.
Such anger breeds inside, the next war cry.

When will the lessons of peace be given
As anger for vengeance remains in mind.
The rage for war is endlessly driven.
Are we destined to remain always blind.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

What is an Image?

A moment of emotional instances of time
As complex or as simple as a brief thought.
Abstracts caught by poets making a rhyme
With a pen just as they were taught.
Surreal nature trapped by colour in paint
From artists who see with their inner eyes.
Photographs of the mind, intense or feint
They stay as a reminder as time flies.
Hold the moments that make those brief images
For when you take trips on past pilgrimages.

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Hell's Kitchen

In the kitchens of hell the oven hid,
Trembling with fear from the glowing furnace.
Anger and rage were brewing under war's lid
A storm stewing in the depths of darkness.

Sins so deadly combine inside the fire,
Avarice and envy sparing in flame.
Lust in confusion of a love's desire
Fingers pointing with no-one left to blame.

Over-indulgence pitted with hunger
Whilst fools laze in the comfort of false pride.
A world of vice left to the fear monger
And those with no care along for the ride.

Look beneath with thought pry under hell's lid
And see for your eyes why the oven hid.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Artwork: Sailing Oceans

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Sailing Oceans

Remember how we fell in love, my dear,
As sailing oceans to New York last year.
While wearing a sombrero you asked me
To dance to love's song and melody.
The trip wasn't cheap but worth the hard grind
As love was a treasure, an unplanned find.
Dropping defences the walls of my heart
Sweet sugar cubed moments saved from the start.
Technology of e-mail send a word
Unspoken by voice forever heard.
Words of passion and full of deep meaning
Eyes now shaded by rose coloured screening.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Word Bank: remember, grind, cheap, cube, New York, sombrero, technologu, drop, mean, ask

Artwork:Hymn to the Gods

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Hymn to the Gods

Forces of nature, hail to Thee,
From here on bended knee.
The Earth Mother graces us with life
To live free without strife.

The blessings surround us each day,
The tree spirits shelter our way.
The song of life is ours to dance
With passion and romance.

As our feet walk upon her soul
Let truth remain our goal.
In hope and faith let there be trust
The light of all life our lust.

So smile as you see Her and greet
The Earth sings 'Merry Meet'.
By the will of the gods ' Blessed Be'
With peace She lets us live free.

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Artwork: First Song

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First Song

Mary, Mary was quite contrary
With a garden all prim and proper.
No slugs or snails invaded,
Even greenfly came a cropper.

Pretty flowers all in a row,
No weeds to spoil the scene.
A garden that's simply idyllic,
A place of peace, so serene.

Tricks of the trade I think
Weed killer, slug pellets in a tub.
A carton of 'Miraclegro' too
So she could have the perfect shrub.

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artwork: Her Touch

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Her Touch

In upright, proud posture I stand tall
I hear her open the door then feel clear air
As her fingers grasp me firmly, she wants my all.
The electricity surges from her touch, given with care.

Gently she pushes, rocking me back and forth,
I suck in harder as the air rushes in.
The longing builds inside me with each swath
As I move in all directions, my head in a spin.

The energy hums from deep inside my core,
Her hand engaging my attention, relieving my stress.
The silence as I rest, fulfilled once more.
The vacuum cleaning done, her carpets clean and fresh.

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Word Bank: clean, engage, clear, posture, electric, push, rock, stress, rush, silence

POV: Vacuum cleaner

Artwork: Just a boy

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Just a Boy

Stood beneath the station clock I wait,
Make-up fixed as my nerves start to tremble.
Apprehension inside growing as I watch the gate
As the crowd for the next train assemble.

Eyes slowly move to the clock, quarter to eight.
I wonder if the ad in the paper was right,
And then hope that his train isn't too late.
The letters exchanged, yet still I feel this fright.

'Pull yourself together, girl, it's only a date!'
A brief hello at a nearby pizza bar.
The letters it seemed this was our fate,
He's just a boy, me a girl, we could go far.

Why worry if the need for love we sate?
Oh, why can't it be easy to find the perfect mate?

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

artwork for my heart draws a dream

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My Heart Draws A Dream

When you love me I feel alive,
Without you I could not survive.
You are my passion, basic instinct,
Every breath feels fresh and distinct

As your lips brush my ear
I lose the nightmares and fear.
A kiss, my mind lost in concious stream
The artist within sketches a dream.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Artwork for let me in

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Let Me In

Fur wet and matted
From the incessant rain
His cry, a soulful 'meow'
'Let me in'

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Artwork for where it was dark

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Where It Was Dark

The lights of city life are drowning the stars
Endless droning from the slow moving cars
I long for the country, the song of the lark
Where silence reigned and it was dark.

The stars were alive with the radiance of day
As the owls called softly on the hunt for prey
Lost to the mayhem of city life
I want freedom from the rat-race and strife.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Artwork for So Far From You

Oil on canvas: Jealousy by Brain Charnley

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So Far From You

The seas that ebb and flow between two hearts
That loved with passion, yet there lies a grudge.
The eyes of jade shine as envy imparts
Irrational thoughts like a subtle nudge.
No road or bridge can cross the growing gap
Built by the green eyed demon of jealous rage.
Bitter, twisted, love lies as useless scrap
As truth is not enough to turn the page.
The lack of trust has left nothing to save,
Our love has gone, lost to envy's desire.
I look at you, my eyes, empty, still crave.
Alas, your demon has slain my heart's fire.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Art work for dead ends

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Dead Ends

The walls of thought are closing in my mind
There is no doorway out that I can find
I'm sealed in confusion like a trapped rat
No light to see as in darkness I'm sat
A dream of freedom brings a false message
I seek the answers, there is no passage
I cry in grief, then in frustration, shout
'Hide! Suicide is the only way out!'

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Prompt: Suicide is the only way out

     from: Suicide Solution by Ozzy Osbourne

       

The First Person

In my own way from where I stand
I see the light through glass
Above my desk, a brush in hand
I paint the view from class.

The trees all dressed in shades of fall
A leaf of red meets eye
As amber leaves in drifts now sprawl
My mind the first to sigh.

The winter's wind begins to blow
To bring the chilling hoar
So Mother Earth can rest in snow
The circle moves in lore.

As seasons bring the life of Earth
In nature's love is bound
A path to clarity from birth
The circle turns around.

My eye that sees from one lone leaf
Now paints a magic land
The mind that sees beyond the reef
Now guides the brush in hand.

My art my point of view reveals
Image from eye of I
The doorway of soul that conceals
The realms of mortal tie.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

The Flowers of Darkness

As dusk descends oblations bloom
In sacred room.
To gods of night,
For their delight.

The sweetest scents illuminate
The holy state
For us to see
The path to thee.

The flowers guide the Pagan child
With spirit wild
By lunar light
In sacred flight.

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Artwork for rainbow dreams

Background

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Rainbow Dreams

Crystal orbs lie shattered in dust,
As the cherubs of twilight pry
Angel eyes invade divine lust
In rainbow dreams the spirits scry.

Serene wings reflect metallic light,
Hazy sunsets devour the day
Expressions of dusk shimmer bright
In rainbow dreams the spirits scry.

Days fade to memories of sand
On the shores where ideas cry.
Mystics slumber within night's hand
In rainbow dreams the spirits scry.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Artwork for Ballad of the Goddess

Main Image

Background

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Ballad of the Goddess

     She sings to me in silver tones

     She calls the merry tune

     The maidens dance before the crones

     To greet the rising moon.

 

The goddess grants me magic rite

Divine enchantress bring

The blessings forth in beams of light 

And shine upon my ring. 

 

     She sings to me in silver tones

     She calls the merry tune

     The maidens dance before the crones

     To greet the rising moon.

 

I cast the gifts of magic lore

Embrace your will and love

The Ancient ways from times before

Still form as peace above

 

     She sings to me in silver tones

     She calls the merry tune

     The maidens dance before the crones

     To greet the rising moon.

 

The way of crone, the aged and wise

Skyclad within the dune

My life is Hers in loving eyes

My Goddess is the moon 

 

     She sings to me in silver tones

     She calls the merry tune

     The maidens dance before the crones

     To greet the rising moon.

 

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A Lonely Bell ( First Draft)

A lonely bell will chime out today
It sings a saddened air
As death a soul has claimed her way
No tears are shed to care

The silent whispers pry inside
Yet more deceit and hate
The false desires were her bride
That lay in fear to wait

A lonely bell will chime out today
It sings a saddened air
As death a soul has claimed her way
No tears are shed to care

No thought or want offered or took
Her heart lay used by love
The promise left in open book
Again no truth thereof

A lonely bell will chime out today
It sings a saddened air
As death a soul has claimed her way
No tears are shed to care

Abused by those who swear of grace
In words that bear no hope
All meaningless the lies of face
Just pain at end of rope

A lonely bell will chime out today
It sings a saddened air
As death a soul has claimed her way
No tears are shed to care

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Make It Today

I feel the coldness of your touch linger
Sigh, as again you tease with a finger
I hunger for you dark queen, your realm I seek
Freedom in your shadow from chains so bleak
Hail dark angel, blessed queen, make it today
Slice the scythe goddess and take me your way

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Prisoner ( First Draft)

Outside reality inside my mind
The crowds of wilderness come
Invading, degrading all that is
Nothing matters, there is no calm
Fight for survival its an illusion
I have nothing more to give
The place I desire isn't here
I need to open that door
Just one step and I am free
The bonds of life are killing me
No good byes or loving farewells
Just depart mortality's hades
Lost from living can't see death
Dwelling in limbo is my prison
No release
No reprieve
No parole
Just hell

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Trembling Thought (First Draft)

The cerements choke ideas within mind's spark
As stifled thoughts conflict with ethics and truth
A fight for freedom leaves emotions stark
So age and wisdom find the lies in youth.

So leave the creative shackles grip behind
The liberty of dreams in years unfold
Release the psyche, deny thoughts that confined
Why wait for life to pass in truth foretold?

Open the doors to conscious streams you sought
Embrace the vision found in trembling thought.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Leave Me to Bleed (First Draft)

You leave me hanging for your touch
The brief moment when blood you sup
As in the pain of love's snug clutch
You fuck me up

In dazed confusion of desire
Agony burns yet still I feed
The masochist will play with fire
Leave me to bleed

The tainted dreams now taste of sin
When love is sweet wine from queen's cup
Then pain will die where love begin
You fuck me up

A lone where none can care or prey
A place in heart where love is freed
In tranquil rage, please go today
Leave me to bleed

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Beautiful Death ( First rewrite)

The empty gulf is left by broken dreams
The heart will beat without a cause to care
Despair incites the wrath to flow in streams
In blackest waters, hatred makes its lair.

The mind awaits the beautiful demise
That blades of death will bring at setting sun.
The bluest flames of hell make no goodbyes
As eyes, once bright, the blackened soul will shun.

At last my psyche is free from in my head
A welcome peace discharges from life... I'm dead!

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Artwork for beautiful death (digital effects)

Main image

Background

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Artwork for Beautiful Death

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Beautiful Death (First Draft)

Theme: dark, depression, death

Word Bank: beautiful, broken, blue, blade, bright

Form: Curtal Sonnet

Meter: Iambic pentameter

The empty gulf is left by broken dreams
The heart will beat without a cause to care
Despair incites the wrath to flow in streams
Of blackest waters, hatred makes its lair.

The mind awaits the beautiful demise
That blades of death will bring at setting sun.
The bluest flames of hell make no goodbyes
As eyes, once bright, the blackened soul will shun.

At last, my psyche is free, outside my head
Discharged from life, a welcome peace, I'm dead.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

My Prompts

Titles: 

1. Trembling Thoughts
2. The First Person
3. Destruction of Sparks
4. The Flowers of the Darkness

Word banks:

1. Farmer, glass pane, phone box, table
2. pianist, bottle cap, lawn, newspaper
3. athlete, car, nutcracker, kitchen
4. general, handkerchief, classroom, shawl

Opening Lines:

1. The pulse is beating strongly
2. I really have no idea what to tell you
3. Bloody good!
4. I can't believe you just said that