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Clockwork |
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One of my newest surreal paintings done with oils and airbrush. That's me looking through the window, I've ripped out my wind-up handle. The clocks are stopped at the time I was born. This was done to coincide with a poem I wrote a couple years back...
"Forever Free"
From behind me creeps my past.
That ever-growing darkness
of the sins that I've amassed.
Lurking somewhere before my blindness
is the door that leads to change,
but it always moves to fast;
it's always out of range.
The path to righteousness is lost;
wayward in the labyrinth of life.
How will I ever find it
with the world so full of strife?
I refuse to be like other people;
all their minds so full of greed.
An awakening is what they need.
Those clones
marching closer to oblivion
in a line of indistinguishable drones.
Lack of variety, that's what is plaguing our society;
but perhaps society should not be blamed.
God's forgiveness has been proclaimed,
so I will no longer be ashamed,
for a way to salvation has been named.
Repentance is the key.
Someday everyone will see;
and finally my mind will be...
forever free.
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