I would be interested in adding you as a friend. I am a poet, artist and hand drummer. Here is a poem about a work of art as a demonstration of good faith:
On the Occasion of a Francis Bacon Exhibit
The wrenched heart screams in a box, Where no one can listen. The loneliness of space and time Confined here, now, in this place, Forever and ever.
An abandoned soul shrieks in a room, Carefully measured, no sight, no sound, The trappings of faith and office Tied to this chair, in this place, Forever and ever.
The broken body twists and turns Not bound to bloody mortality. The aching mouth gored by love’s Last betrayal, in this place, Forever and ever.
The starless room, black and red, A dog’s bark searches the night. No ears listen for a song Or a melody in this place, Forever and ever.
The furious, raw, meaning myth, A mutilated slice, never a told story. The faithless density of unhinged mourning, Friends and lovers, in this place, Forever and ever.
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Date: 2007-08-22 12:29 am (UTC)On the Occasion of a Francis Bacon Exhibit
The wrenched heart screams in a box,
Where no one can listen.
The loneliness of space and time
Confined here, now, in this place,
Forever and ever.
An abandoned soul shrieks in a room,
Carefully measured, no sight, no sound,
The trappings of faith and office
Tied to this chair, in this place,
Forever and ever.
The broken body twists and turns
Not bound to bloody mortality.
The aching mouth gored by love’s
Last betrayal, in this place,
Forever and ever.
The starless room, black and red,
A dog’s bark searches the night.
No ears listen for a song
Or a melody in this place,
Forever and ever.
The furious, raw, meaning myth,
A mutilated slice, never a told story.
The faithless density of unhinged mourning,
Friends and lovers, in this place,
Forever and ever.