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KANVAS HISTORY

Jumped up out of the hat like a rabbit, like magic, I made it happen – addicted to the magic of free literacy, listen to me, I’m literally making history – this is his story, her story, my story, your story, their story, our story. On our way to victory, making sweet history –

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Time – written in rhyme, devoid of all time.

Throw in repetition –

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Time – written in rhyme, devoid of all time, time to settle in, send a message again, tweet the Kanvas to fill them in on what st@te I’m in, I’m swooping in – every facet of my thoughts are chipping in, from happy thoughts to the very thoughts that are sickening, fitting in each word til each verse gets blurred, blurting out the truth to the downright absurd.

No piece is prosthetic, if I said it I meant it, if I meant it I’ll defend it, no value I hold is neglected. A little prophetic, sometimes pathetic, but whatever I’m doing I’m doing. If I’m losing I’m losing, but I’m still pursuing dreams, it seems the dreams are choosing me, they won’t leave me be so I need my pen to bleed, spill out every last drop until the dreams succeed.

Painting thru the dark, eyes open shut- in a rush with no thoughts of giving up- it’s not too late, I don’t need to go back- don’t even need to look back- I’m never going back, I’ve come too far, the bar has been raised, I’m off running, I’m straight out of the cage- determined to outrun the rage, engaged to the limitless possibilities- nothing can limit me, I’m unlimited to infinity..Infinity X 3, I’m inexplicably free.

Flying high, flying low, moving fast, on the go never going slow, I’m on centre stage staging my own show. The crowd boos, the crowd jeers, the crowd cheers, the crowd laughs, the crowds in tears-25 years full of triumphs and fears, late night mistakes, good nights that can’t be replaced. Misplaced memories always turn up on the Kanvas.

Now that there is nowhere to hide, I’ll be taking everything in my stride, I’m going along for the ride, come along for the ride with me, life’s a bitch and it’s high time we tasted victory, it’s time to make Kanvas history, c’mon and paint your pictures with me…

GROWING TREES

Where the future waits, my heart hopes. Where the present keeps, my heart waits

Tears crawl slowly into an empty cup; one sip is one too much – one taste typifies its invisible source.

Time moves on without considering these uncertain times, fear has now taken control.

Fear threatens love – keeping it at bay while suffocating its purity.

Fear holds love to ransom – stealing its beauty while torturing its honesty.

Fear gleefully stares down the insides of our sanctuary, grasping on what could be forever.

Once weightless, we now carry a heavy amount of unfair pain.

On growing trees – leaves will fall.

Everything outside of our walls crashes in, pressuring us to lose ourselves.

Your forgotten smile smashes my heart into pieces; my own reflection is just as forgotten.

As time continues, the pieces become smaller and the smiles disappear even further.

Now lost, each moment becomes more important – time will not halt for fear, but time does stop for love.

To your ear there are so many words I whisper to unburden your fears. We could have forever.

From day until night, I fight the uncertainty until I finally break.

From night until day, I pick myself up for I know that we can have forever, your smile is worth forever.

On growing trees – leaves will grow.

ENTER THE STORM

It’s tough…
It’s daunting…
Its confusing…
but don’t be afraid to walk into the storm…
Everything you need, you carry within you.
Don’t be afraid to listen to yourself, you hold all the answers.
Don’t give in.
Do it for yourself, and nobody else.
Those who kare about you are on the same journey with you.
Breathe when you feel lost, find calm in the open air.
Fill your doubts with the opportunity of accomplishment.
Nothing is ever out of reach, no matter how small it looks in the distance.
Determination is the key- it opens the door to your spirit.
Brave Kanvas Warrior, in the quiet, find your smile.
Don’t let it fade behind tears and worry.
Time is short; it’s not slowing down- so keep time on your side.
Withhold your smile within, find its source, and utilize its power, the strength will shine thru when the time is right.

Don’t let yourself drown; you’re deserved of lengthy smiles.
Don’t give in to doubt,
don’t be a victim of the rain.
If you can manage to smile on a bad day, just think how wonderful a smile will be on a good day.
You are strong, you endure invisible threats,
and yet,
you will continually fight them off.
Brave Kanvas warrior, remain calm in the storm.
When all is quiet, follow your own answers.

THE CLIMB

Freeze frame.

Forever walking up steep hills, looking back over our shoulders, wondering why we keep moving.

The endless amounts of luggage we carry make the journey all the more hard.

We keep climbing, all the while knowing that at any time we could fall.

Inside – battling logic verse reward. Each battle is devastatingly draining and offers no sign of forgivingness.

Trusting in hope, even though, these days hope isn’t really all that trustworthy.

Fighting over our own confusion; we have no idea where we are going.

Tomorrow promises hope, yet is there even hope for tomorrow?

Half way to the top and the journey is becoming harder with each climb.

Freeze frame.

It would be so easy to just give up and go back.

There is no shame in losing. But we keep on moving.

Out climbing the shadows of the past that keep us hidden in the dark.

Leaving behind resentment so that we may start humble.

Striving for a sense of satisfaction, that‘s all we can only dream of having.

Believing in our motives and quench for freedom, we just keep on climbing until we reach the pinnacle.

Freeze frame.

For those who make it, live long. For those who fall, pick yourself up and keep climbing.

BYE BYE

Blow me a kiss, and then turn the other cheek.

Wave goodbye, then close your shoulder.

Slowly walk away…

Don’t look back.

Keep moving so the rejected dreams can’t follow you.

Pick up the pace, so you don’t have to hear the despairing cries.

Fade off into the distance, where you will no longer be harmed.

Outrun the lingering ghosts that threaten to haunt you.

Begin anew, so very far away, live free, live long…

Forever, keep your eyes off the beaten path from once you came,

Resist any weak temptation…

Save yourself…

Stay strong,

Never return.

LIKE THAT

1 step forward, 3 steps back… It’s too damn hard living life like that.

It will crush your spirit if your living life like that,

It’s impossible to succeed in life like that, you die like that.

There’s nothing to gain when your living life like that.

Living life just isn’t right when you’re living like that.

1 step forward, 2 steps back… It’s too damn hard living life like that.

You grow tired growing up living life like that;

You get tired carrying life on your back like that, you go crazy like that.

In the end you will lose it all if your living life like that.

Living life just isn’t right, when you’re living like that.

1 step forward, 2 steps back… fuck living life like that.

THE KANVAS WARRIOR

On the Kanvas she paints, she waits, she wanders.

Revisited by scars that momentarily seep back onto her surface, she tries to camouflage a deeply rooted pain from prying eyes…

Carrying the weight of existence on her back in a back pack, she runs as far as her nine lives will take her.

Overtaking her own dreams, she loses her way (out of sight out of mind)…expectations exceed their capacity…forever chasing angels.

Too confused to realise that an angel watches on in the mirror – she has forgotten how to fly… her wings hang idle, but the beauty remains.

Fighting solo, battling past impenetrable gauntlets – she allows no weakness to roll down her stubborn cheeks, behind her eloquent eyes, she cries without tears.

Withstanding the harsh flames burning hot within her sights, she exhausts every ounce of energy in an epic pursuit-

Seeking redemption,

Seeking acceptance,

Seeking happiness…

She falls, she falls deeper – but, she climbs and she climbs higher.

With unlimited compassion, her ability is unlimited…This Kanvas Warrior will never fade…

1000 MIRRORS

1 true reflection – 999 fake,

1 body -999 ghosts,

1 truth – 999 lies,

999 eyes – 1 vision,

999 thoughts- 1 voice,

1 heart – 999 emotions,

999 losses – 1 victory,

999 opportunities,

1 chance…

DIRTY DISCOVERY

Crashing thru the center of the earth, digging up dirt-searching for my worth, what on earth am I doing here?

Who the hell am I?

How the hell did I get here?

Losing all sense, I’m senselessly lost, trying to find sense that’s been senselessly lost, searching at all costs.
My worth is buried deep in the dirt; somewhere deep in this earth, where in the hell is my worth? How could I lose it?

Desperately digging back to the beginning, but where does it all end?

At which end is the beginning? I’m beginning to think there is no end to this search, I’m knee deep in dirt, still without my worth, trapped in the goddamn earth.

Why on earth am I so obsessed with this search?

Covered in dirt,

Digging deeper and deeper thru this deep dark earth, obsessed as I desperately search, I’m desperately obsessed with this search for my worth, when will I stop obsessing?

Senselessly digging,

There is nothing here!

Now I’ve dug too deep!

The earths caving in,

Now I’m neck deep in the dirt, trapped in the deep dark earth – choking without my worth…so much for the search, damn this hurts…the damn dirt fills my lungs deep…

Where is the beginning? Where is,

The End?

COD

Waking to life in the City of Dreams,

It’s breezy and easy living a life without means,

Flying off buildings, landing on soft inviting pillows – altogether defying reality in actuality,

Running at the speed of light, living life each day like each day was as still as night, speeding dreamily out of sight.
Painting the sky with smiles, conjuring a mosaic of breathtakingly bizarre beauty,
Composing tender music of epic proportions, no distortion, clear voices and sweet angelic noises.

Star chasing with hands out catching space dust, floating into orbit, eating satisfying chunks out of the delicious moon.
Lifted by laughter, living kare free in a city void of all pain – not one single thought can be weighed down… Welcome to Sleepy Town…Population: You.

SLEEP EzZzY

Let your eyes get heavy and rest your sweet head. Rest easy as Sleep gently closes in on you – it really means you no harm. Listen closely as sleep begins to sing an amazing lullaby – for your ears only. You have never been treated to such wondrous soothing music…now fantasy awaits you.

Feel the growing warmth of sleep press against your skin, let it take a hold of your wanting hands…

It’s time to float down the corridor of dreams…

See the gallery within its walls, gaze upon paintings of the most divine and natural nature, believe in the Kanvas of dreams – be at ease as the images humble your dreamy eyes…

When you come towards the exit, you will confront the darkness of the night, but do not be afraid, for you shall follow the lonely star shining above; its here to lead you into brighter territory. The five points of the star beckon to take you beyond the realms of peace, to that special place where wishes are conceived. Here,

You will be safe,

You will be free,

You will be weightless.

Let this inner sanctum of fantasy cleanse all of your deepest fears… Conjure your own dreams, watch them manifest in front of you- here, you are the dream master, mastering every fantasy to ever cross your mind.

No limits,

No boundaries,

No expectations…

Feel the dreams awaken within you, feel them rise… When the time comes to leave, take away a new found strength with you…Follow the lonely star back to your pillow, where you will rest until the days new sun- this day will be your day, your day if, you dare to dream.

I AM

Dust in the wind – I am the ashes of dreams. I’ll brush by your hand and leave a kiss on your cheek. I’m that glint in your eyes, I’m in the tears from your cries. I’m still everything and anything, just in a different sense. Don’t search out for me; I’m already looking over your shoulder. Do not be afraid, I know you think I’m long gone, but I promise you… I’m closer than you think.