“I don’t know that I am an artist”

So I am having difficulty accepting this idea that “to be an artist, you must not say/think that you are an artist”

. . . whaaaat?

I can understand people not knowing they are an artist… IN FACT, nobody knows they are an artist at first- but anyone can art, so doesn’t that mean that anyone can say that they are an artist?

This idea that is thrown around is pretty discouraging, so I’m challenging it.


and deep.

That is what I need.

I’m okay with your misunderstanding

and used to the blank stares, blinks.

I need amusing conversation

yet serious philosophy.

I need some sweet in my salt.

I need the softest feeling

wrapped inside hardened plastic.

I need heat

and I need a fresh cool.


Jesus took care of that.

God does not hate,

the devil takes care of that,

God hates that.

Holding onto worries?

Jesus gets rid of those.

Don’t have the power?

The Holy Spirit holds that.

Don’t feel loved?

Let the Lord do that,

Let Him hold you like you are

the only one with Him.

Every curse thrown to you?

Your savior will turn those into blessings.

God does not curse believers.

If I were an astronaut

I would claim the window seat

my eyes would be glued

to every dust of star

and each moon belonging

to painted planets

dripped into each galaxy.

My heart would skip beats

because of the

eye pleasure,

and I would forget my body’s needs

If I could travel

gaze off forever

I would leave any moment.

I would dance straight into space

and kiss the Lord for letting me leave


Beauty Beneath

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We have forgotten

our world without public nudity.

Chosen not to honor morals

and start glorifying

harming bodies-

self and others.

We have forgotten

music without technologically created

advances, beats.

We forgot that

mouths can speak,

and what we write

can’t be considered true “conversation”,

or socialization.

We have left out the kids

who don’t fit a certain outfit

while we’re telling them



is telling me

that I can be anyone I want to be,

love anyone I want to,

tattoo, pierce anything…


There’s always a catch…

BUT, no no, can’t do that.

Can’t love them,

can’t do what makes me happy,

because the faces,

that apparently value

more than mine,

will look down on me,

down to me.

They are higher than me,

and higher than me.

I’m not worthy, says society.


There’s always something that

someone wants from you,

from your money.

Those ads, BE YOU,

want you to be them,

be for them.

Sell for them.

We have forgotten

that there is a REASON

Jersey Shore has been cancelled while

Andy Griffith

still airs

almost every day.

We have forgotten

that HEROES should still be in the news,

and glorifying criminals

will increase the chance for

attention seekers

to do just that.

We have forgotten to thank

our firefighters,

our soldiers, and all that

FIGHT for this country to

have every bit that it does.


America is hated,

we have forgotten to fight for more reasons

than personal financial gain.

We have forgotten ourselves

somewhere along in the make-up

and in the

Beamer Benz and Bentleys.

We have forgotten that our sentences

don’t always need the word “fuck” and “God damn”.

We have forgotten what a hug feels like

from a person,

but we don’t crave that, not at all,

we crave the computer screen,

telling it: “please, love me”

but we forgot what true emotion is like.


We have forgotten

to teach our children

coping skills and to speak truths.

And that LOVE that they crave?

They aren’t getting it from mommy,

not daddy either.

No, mommy and daddy are somewhere

smoking weed because

it’s cool, and they

“just don’t feel like”

growing up. Moving forward.


We have forgotten

to look with our own eyes

outside, so we trust

whoever on Twitter says it’s raining-

Can’t trust our own judgement,

can’t function without the government

fighting our battles-

We’ve forgotten how to have the mindset

to do what’s right anyhow.

I can’t even leave my house unlocked for 20 minutes.


So no, I don’t think that

this world can be perfect

just because people want it to be.

Your “New year new me” is just an old story.

We have forgotten…

this is civilization…?

Then why are we acting like animals in suits,

telling others what do,

when we aren’t their GOD.

We have forgotten,

the feeling it brings to hold an innocent child.

To cradle the harmless, helpless,

dependent-on-our-lifestyle baby.


We have forgotten

the sweet sweet song of a bird when the sun rises.

We’re all in bed.

Depressed and without a shower.

We’ve forgotten

because we THINK we are our own master.

You’re not. This world controls you.

Welcome to the new age, a dark age,

and it’s no where near over.

Are your eyes not open?

You’ve forgotten.