To My Angel

I am weak in distress trying to conserve
My life was completely under the ocean of my heart.
A tornado came from the horizon and the sky mixed up everything until it becomes dark .
I was to become slave of rhythms and the repetition of it.

Sorry I never felt so sorrowful
Sorry to tell you, you are so beautiful when you smile
Sorry I always watch you, when you walk

Sorry I would like to know you better and I can’t resist your love

Since I realized these things
I dont want to fight what mother nature has made

Perhaps I felt too tightly knit inside, the cover of the fabric and the weave of love special for you . with space reserved only for humor and tenderness

Sorry I never felt so sorrowful.

Sorry to tell you how you beautiful are when you smile

Sorry I always watch you when you walk away.

Sorry I would like to know you better and I can’t resist your love.

The storm hurt me like I was in the labyrinth.

Everything turned off just only one weak light missing your love.

Sorry I never felt so sorrowful

Sorry to tell you much you are so beautiful when you smile

Sorry I always wash the back of you when you walk

Sorry would like to know you better and I can’t resist which your love.

The immensity of your love, so powerful changes my imagination in new direction.

It’s bringing me the ability to associate the feeling of pain and fear of its existence

I promise you ,you are my love forever and you are my idol

Sorry I never felt sorrowful
Sorry to tell you how beautiful you are
When you smile

Sorry I always watch you when you walk away

Sorry I would like to know you better and I can’t resist your love.

Unliberated Artist

“An artist will never be liberated from his suffering”- Garry Mabour

I had a discussion with my daughter today about my bounds as an artist and from where I perceive inspiration and creation originates. My goal is to pass on my acquired life experiences and the contents of my reverie to my children. To share with your children, is to pass on your legacy long after you leave. As she proceeds in her life, I want her to know that while an artist expresses and exemplifies a sense of freedom in his or her creativity, the same endless stream of consciousness that produces beauty will never liberate them from their own suffering. Out of necessity, it is in suffering  and the endurance of  pain that inspiration and creativity is born.

“The existence of life is a truth

But the spirit of nature unknown

If I move forward or backward

Then I can imagine deeply

The complexities of the other directions

And the ways that reality

and the circumstances of myself

will be like the reflection

Of the full moon on the ocean”

-Garry Mabour